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The commissioner was deep in thought two days later. He was stressed at how someone could actually through such highly trained guards out the window like they were nothing. he knew little more than the public, being the spokesperson, and not the investigator. He tryed to calm himself by looking at a picture of a woman, as he had done many a time before. she was much younger than he, and did not have his looks to be his daughter.
He was suddenly interupted by his ephone, his wife had sent a text; "I know. I'm not going to let myself get hurt by you anymore. i am taking the kids to my parents house until you get your act together."
"Damn it! I am going to kill that bitch!" he raged.
"NO YOU WON'T!" boomed a deep, horrifying voice. then a powerful gust thrusted from a dark corner of his small office, ripping up everything and driving it through the glass paneling. The commissioner went with his office, tumbling 20 stories onto the metropolitan sidewalk. Back up in the office, a message appeared again: "THERE IS NO RESISTANCE. TO FIGHT A STORM IS TO THROW YOURSELF INTO THE WIND. AND HOW WEAK ARE YOU WHEN YOUR LEADER ACTS LIKE A CHILD WITH HIS MARRIAGE?"