Claimed:Venice Of The North: Part I [Final 6/6]

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Venice of the North:

It's a Blast

 

When we left off, so many months ago, George “The General” Patton was being kidnapped in Havana, Cuba. His head was slammed against a cement wall, and he was thrown in the back of a truck. The truck went to the airport, where the unconscious George Patton was thrown in a seat in the back of an Aeroflot plane, destination unknown (at least to The General, he sincerely hoped that the pilot knew where he was going), next to a handcuffed Cherry Baxter.

 

When George “The General” Patton came to, a sinister looking man was staring at him from across the aisle. “Who're you?” He was still groggy from having been slammed against the wall. “Where're we going?”

 

“The name's Mark Kent.” The guy did not sound happy. “And you're going to Stockholm.” What the bloody heck was in Stockholm? At least the guy was very clearly not Superman. He didn't need another guy yelling at him for being confused with a similarly named superhero.

 

 

“What the bloody heck is in Stockholm?” What the bloody heck was in Sweden in general? It was Sweden. They had IKEA, right? And that weird car company. Other than that, though, he couldn't think of anything.

 

 

“Nothing that isn't in Vasteras.” The Mark Kent fellow did not look happy. Now The General was very confused. Where was Vasteras? “Except our hockey team.” He spat on the floor of the plane.

 

 

Now all was becoming clear. Someone was bitter, and they were going to try to use George “The General” Patton to get back at the city who had stolen their beloved horrible hockey team. Well, it wasn't going to happen. The General sprang into action like the super hero he had made himself. In traditional superhero fashion, the newly minted Titan knocked out Mark Kent with one punch to the chin. Once Cherry Baxter was uncuffed, it was time for the pair to spring into action.

 

 

Well, not just then. They were still in the air, and getting from the air over the Atlantic to Sweden couldn't be accomplished except by sitting back down in his seat in the back of the plane. At least he hadn't paid for the tickets.

 

 

Unless... The General patted at his pockets. Where was his wallet? There was nothing in his pockets except his ticket stub for the flight (why they had bothered to give it to him, he did not know), and his ticket stub from the draft. It wasn't much to go on, to be sure. He searched his area frantically, only to find it stuffed way down at the bottom of the seat back pocket. Who put important stuff there? Seriously.

 

 

Before long, they were on the land, and George “The General” Patton rented a car from the same company as always, the one that was like the British pound except American. It was a long drive from Stockholm Arlanda Airport in Stockholm to ABB Arena Nord in Vasteras. There, perhaps, he would find some answers.

 

 

Come back next week for…

INTO THE LAIR

or

THE NEST

 

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Permission was given by Draper for an edit to fix an image.

Edited February 23, 2015 by Ramicus

[eaglesfan036 4,603]

yuuup

[Ninetyfourgoalie 168]

Amsterdam is the real and best Venice of the north  

Edited February 23, 2015 by Ninetyfourgoalie

[Ninetyfourgoalie 168]

We need a team in Amsterdam

[DollarAndADream 3,356]

Content: 3/3 - Good on the word mark. Awesome article and an interesting read.

Grammar: 2/2 - Everything looks pretty good on this part.

Appearance: 1/1 - Lots of pictures.

Overall: 6/6

 

I don't think you need permission to edit something after you posted it. I'm pretty sure that, you're allowed to edit it up until it gets graded. That's just what I think though, and I don't know jack !@#$ about anything.

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