I knew a government’s poor assasination job when I saw one. Knife in chest, not even puncturing a vital organ. They brought the victim in to the operating theatre and elevated him up on the surgery bed. They cut and fiddled and eventually the bullet was removed and wound cleaned. The man slowly regained consciousness.

“Where am I?” He groaned, confusion written all over his face.

“You’re in the Sanctuary,” I told him, pointing to the logo on my shirt. “The government has no place here.”

His eyes widened. “The Sanctuary? The rebel base?”

I nodded. “They tried to have you killed because of your book, ‘101 lies the government told us’.”

He smiled. “What are we waiting for then?” He pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing at the pain. “Lets go make them pay.”

Note: I know this is a lot longer than 10 lines but I hope you still like it. I need to work on condensing my writing!