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It was mine, and there to stay

But not to play....

Then Josh is about to say he is alergic to hay!

But as he walked out of the barn, Nay!

 

(Something to do with my forum game, LOL)

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My eyes searched the room frantically, one door, locked, and presumably with guards waiting for the slightest sound to go in, Ak47’s and AR15’s ready to single in on my heart and send enough bullets into it to supply an army. No go. There was also a window, a nice victorian styled window, delicately placed behind a bullet resistant plexiglass plating. To this day I still do not know why the window was only bullet resistant. Perhaps they were so confident that no one would attack, they got lazy. The world may never know. Finally there was the table between us, a nice cherry table with a modest finish on top, something you could buy at any furniture store. But the windows, they seemed familiar, I racked my brain, I almost caught a glimpse… my careful eyeing was being disrupted, a voice called out pulling me from my subconscious instincts.

 

¨Joseph, JOSEPH!¨ the man yelled, drawing me back to the present, he had slight accent, his j’s sounded like y’s. The accent was barely noticeable, but somehow I picked up on it.

¨yeah¨ I said as nonchalantly as I could, knowing that this would anger the man, people are careless when they are angry. He let out a stream of curses.

¨Pay attention to me! We haven’t started and already you don’t seem to be as alert as before, perhaps the cryogenics through you off.¨ Cryogenics, normally used to keep people barely alive in hope of a cure one day, this is usually for rich people, and that might explain the money in my pocket. I reached back down into my pocket, and the money still felt cold.

 

The man let out another stream of curses, I was getting to him.

¨You still show no remorse for Alexander! You killed him in cold blood, we all say it, all of the Yakuzas saw it, and our British mafia. Alexander was the middle man you *****, he kept the Yakuzas happy, he was inconspicuous, a ten year old boy, and you gunned him down with your freaking Walther P99c. I don’t give a freaking wip to weather he had a knife in his hands, that was part of the stage, YOU said it yourself.¨

 

I decided that understanding this man was more than words, I examine his clothes, a red polo, blue jeans, nike running shoes, a stereotypical agent, who would suspect him. However, I have learned that if you stick out, people won’t look at you, that is too obvious, they look for the inconspicuous. This man needed to learn a lot, still.

 

¨Peter, still being stereotypical are we?¨ Peter hates it when he is insulted. He always did, that is why he never understood why he didn’t infiltrate for the mafia. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand up, walk over to me, and start bellowing in my ear. I caught the eye of something silver, a brief flash on a roof. A single shot was fired, and then Peter fell to the ground, eyes already white and blank. A single bullet, probably from a Dragunov, was shot into the connecting area between the spinal cord and the brain. That is a risky shot, If you miss, they will live, though paralyzed, they are alive. This was a perfect shot though, very little blood, dead before he hit the ground. I imagined Alexander having a grim look of satisfaction on his face he always was an ace shot, ever since he was nine. There were still more targets. I decided to grab my Walther, surprisingly, it still had it’s clip in and a few more scattered around near the magazine belt. I picked it up.

 

Only then did the guards come in, I raced to the broken window, looking at a seven story drop. The guards were green, they probably had never seen action, and definitely didn’t expect assassination. A few fumbled with their clips, so overconfident they weren’t loaded. This is what saved my life, I could have surrendered, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I looked down, there was a flag pole and a fire escape ladder nearby.

 

¨Don’t do it¨ One of the guards yelled.

To late, I already had made up my mind, I turned and jumped.

 

lol, my continue the story entry

 

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I have 5 dogs. The total number of all the dogs' legs add up to 19. Why is this?

 

(from puzzles game :))

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