A man was walking alone in a dark street. He looked up the sky was cloudy.
He mumbled, "Curse, Brittan's weather."
He unrolled his long sleeve shirt. Someone walked in to the ally, the man took no notice of them. Until he heard the murmuring of words, a bright flash of light, then a sharp pain in his chest, then nothing.
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The two security guards where making their morning rounds. When they saw someone laying face down on the ground, in the back ally.
The younger of the one said, "Sir, you can't sleep hear."
With no response they walked up to him the younger one pushed him with his foot, "Sir- Oh, shit."
He backed up the man had rolled over they where looking at the blood stained shirt of a dead man.