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stood for a while taking in wind and the walked towards the building as he stepped in, the smell of rotten blood hit him. *I thought I asked you guys to have this place cleaned, it stinks in here* He said and th

ave a nice nap?* He asked. Lou

throat seemed dry all of a sudde

t means. The profit,just cut by $700 million. Is that a joke?* Micke

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wear his skin was burning. *But of course I won't hurt you. You're one of the best I have. so here's the deal. Triple

ns. *Oh come on, Mr.Louie. Get the man cleaned up and send him home* Mickel said to his

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what. she got home and had a cold shower. As she came out if the bathroom her burner phone beeped. she had another job. This one was a huge one . she was being paid

he wasn't going to enjoy it but she would enjoy the money. She got dressed. She wore black tight jeans and a black tan top. Black boots to match. She took a sniper. Her hair tied loosely at the back of her head. *Who said murder can't be done in style* she said smiling to herself in the mirror. She used the back door and mounted her bike in the garage and followed the coordinates sent to her. After her job,she'd be told where to get the money. She arrived, 3 blocks away from his house. She climbed a building and positioned herself on the rooftop that faced his mansion. She waited all set, she

seemed relief that he was gone but he was still fighting for his life in a private hospital outside the country. Six months past and he wakes up but with no memory and a very weak bod

e, he calle

'm alive and he should gather everyone.. We're gonna find out who hired fo