p data-xf-p="1"an: I went to the last few chapters and fixed some typos if you see anything else inform me/p
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p data-xf-p="1"I would lay there with my eyes fake closed. I was on my way to sleep when I hear a bell ring from down the hallway. My eyes dart open and I silently slide off my bed before reaching behind one of my dressers and pulling out a simple pistol. Slowly rising up I take aim and make my way to the closet where I pull down the Anime body pillow./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Opening the zipper I pull out the Laser Musket watching the door carefully. Since I was still in hot water for killing the vulture I had replaced the door shotgun traps with bells. Only the backyard still had landmines. I pause as the house shakes and someone starts screaming outside. Seems someone stepped on the landmines to late to inform me. I quickly put in a pair of earbuds for what came next while carefully watching the door. I lock it hoping to bait someone in closer./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Digging into one of my drawers I pull out a flashbang. Taking the Butt of my musket I slam it through the wall before throwing the flashbang onto the otherside far down the hall. I grab my ears and wait for a few seconds. I quickly open the door where I spot two men with shades on and in suits writhing in agony on the floor./p
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p data-xf-p="1""Think Fed boys think," I shout as I run forward. I stomp on the head of one before turning to the other whose already reaching for his pistol. I spot some sort of syringe sitting near him and I take aim at his hand before firing. He screams and clutches his hand. /p
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p data-xf-p="1"Good, now I was gonna have to go dispose of that meat mush in my backyard. I mean Im going for somewhat non-lethal but Im not jesus here the Landmines were meant incase the Rhino or some shit came by./p
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p data-xf-p="1"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/p
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p data-xf-p="1"I groan as I begin to wake up. This was meant to be an easy job. A kidnapping to scare the man and release him. We had thought the bells were somewhat weird but when the fucking nutjob locked his door we assumed he was trying to get out the window. I-I had no clue what that explosion was either. How the fuck did he punch through the wall like that? Where the fuck am I?/p
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p data-xf-p="1"My vision is still pitch black until I hear a faint click. The lights in the room turn on revealing some sort of basement. My comrade was tied up in the corner to some pipe as a faint drip fills the room. Its somewhat annoying but what leaves me speechless is our former target standing in the middle of the room holding a strange weapon and an empty syringe. His face was covered in black and green paint./p
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p data-xf-p="1""Who sent you," The man barks but I remain silent. We had been contracted because we were new and still rather liked by the US Military. We had been used alot to scare Whistle-Blowers before during the previous administration. I wasn't going to. . .I feel my lips go dry as the Target heads to the corner where some sort of buckets sit./p
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p data-xf-p="1"He prys open the lids and I recgonize the stench of acid, "Ya know Aim sells some good ass acid I mean- have you ever seen an acid that just eats the bones and body? I haven't! Either way, you apart of the FBI? Secret Services? Skrull?"/p
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p data-xf-p="1"How can this psychopath treat this so casually? Even as he puts on a glove and reaches into the Bucket I can't help be sickened how he isn't even scared- Oh god. . .My heart begins truly beating as a half dissolved skull is pulled out of the bucket, "Best thing about high-brick walls is that no one knows what happened in your backyard. . .Which is moot when you live decently away from others. Either way, unless you wanna get thrown into the throw away bucket like your friend was then you better start talking."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"Oh God I can feel throw up rising in the back of my throat as tears prick the corner of my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen I. . .I just wanted to make lots of money for little work. Oh god, James was the only one out back he must have died. I knew his daughter well how- How would she be told? Jesus christ she's never gonna know how her dad died is she?/p
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p data-xf-p="1""W-We were sent because of the Hulk Whistle-Blower. We were meant to figure out who gave you the video p-please just let us go I. . .I have kids to and so does he we're all Veterans w-we just wanted to make money," I feel my teeth shivering as the man leans forward. His breath smells faintly of smoke as he just stares at me./p
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p data-xf-p="1"A few more seconds pass before he shrugs, "Ya alright I believe ya give me a second." He would walk over to my friend tied up in the corner and begins cutting up his suit before smearing some dirt on it. He would untie him and carry him up some stairs before coming back down. He rears back his fist and slams it into my face causing me to cry out in pain./p
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p data-xf-p="1"He blinks, "Ah shit you're still awake uh- Hold on." He would head to the corner grabbing a metal bat. I scream and shout for help before the man swings the bat at my head before darkness./p
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p data-xf-p="1"I groan waking up and looking around. I can see the van we had driven to the targets house right next to me. I sit up abit more and blink the crust out of my eye. I already note my wallet was missing as I stand up. My friend was still asleep with a few empty bottles leaned up against him./p
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p data-xf-p="1"I think we were in hells kitchen- You know what Im just gonna get the fuck out of here and join some mall security or something. The General can go fuck himself I am never doing another job involving this illegal shady shit. God, how could I tell James' daughter that he died? Maybe in a super attack or something?/p
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p data-xf-p="1"I would lay there with my eyes fake closed. I was on my way to sleep when I hear a bell ring from down the hallway. My eyes dart open and I silently slide off my bed before reaching behind one of my dressers and pulling out a simple pistol. Slowly rising up I take aim and make my way to the closet where I pull down the Anime body pillow./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Opening the zipper I pull out the Laser Musket watching the door carefully. Since I was still in hot water for killing the vulture I had replaced the door shotgun traps with bells. Only the backyard still had landmines. I pause as the house shakes and someone starts screaming outside. Seems someone stepped on the landmines to late to inform me. I quickly put in a pair of earbuds for what came next while carefully watching the door. I lock it hoping to bait someone in closer./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Digging into one of my drawers I pull out a flashbang. Taking the Butt of my musket I slam it through the wall before throwing the flashbang onto the otherside far down the hall. I grab my ears and wait for a few seconds. I quickly open the door where I spot two men with shades on and in suits writhing in agony on the floor./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Think Fed boys think," I shout as I run forward. I stomp on the head of one before turning to the other whose already reaching for his pistol. I spot some sort of syringe sitting near him and I take aim at his hand before firing. He screams and clutches his hand. /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Good, now I was gonna have to go dispose of that meat mush in my backyard. I mean Im going for somewhat non-lethal but Im not jesus here the Landmines were meant incase the Rhino or some shit came by./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"I groan as I begin to wake up. This was meant to be an easy job. A kidnapping to scare the man and release him. We had thought the bells were somewhat weird but when the fucking nutjob locked his door we assumed he was trying to get out the window. I-I had no clue what that explosion was either. How the fuck did he punch through the wall like that? Where the fuck am I?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"My vision is still pitch black until I hear a faint click. The lights in the room turn on revealing some sort of basement. My comrade was tied up in the corner to some pipe as a faint drip fills the room. Its somewhat annoying but what leaves me speechless is our former target standing in the middle of the room holding a strange weapon and an empty syringe. His face was covered in black and green paint./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Who sent you," The man barks but I remain silent. We had been contracted because we were new and still rather liked by the US Military. We had been used alot to scare Whistle-Blowers before during the previous administration. I wasn't going to. . .I feel my lips go dry as the Target heads to the corner where some sort of buckets sit./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He prys open the lids and I recgonize the stench of acid, "Ya know Aim sells some good ass acid I mean- have you ever seen an acid that just eats the bones and body? I haven't! Either way, you apart of the FBI? Secret Services? Skrull?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"How can this psychopath treat this so casually? Even as he puts on a glove and reaches into the Bucket I can't help be sickened how he isn't even scared- Oh god. . .My heart begins truly beating as a half dissolved skull is pulled out of the bucket, "Best thing about high-brick walls is that no one knows what happened in your backyard. . .Which is moot when you live decently away from others. Either way, unless you wanna get thrown into the throw away bucket like your friend was then you better start talking."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Oh God I can feel throw up rising in the back of my throat as tears prick the corner of my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen I. . .I just wanted to make lots of money for little work. Oh god, James was the only one out back he must have died. I knew his daughter well how- How would she be told? Jesus christ she's never gonna know how her dad died is she?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""W-We were sent because of the Hulk Whistle-Blower. We were meant to figure out who gave you the video p-please just let us go I. . .I have kids to and so does he we're all Veterans w-we just wanted to make money," I feel my teeth shivering as the man leans forward. His breath smells faintly of smoke as he just stares at me./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"A few more seconds pass before he shrugs, "Ya alright I believe ya give me a second." He would walk over to my friend tied up in the corner and begins cutting up his suit before smearing some dirt on it. He would untie him and carry him up some stairs before coming back down. He rears back his fist and slams it into my face causing me to cry out in pain./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He blinks, "Ah shit you're still awake uh- Hold on." He would head to the corner grabbing a metal bat. I scream and shout for help before the man swings the bat at my head before darkness./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"-/p
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p data-xf-p="1"I groan waking up and looking around. I can see the van we had driven to the targets house right next to me. I sit up abit more and blink the crust out of my eye. I already note my wallet was missing as I stand up. My friend was still asleep with a few empty bottles leaned up against him./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"I think we were in hells kitchen- You know what Im just gonna get the fuck out of here and join some mall security or something. The General can go fuck himself I am never doing another job involving this illegal shady shit. God, how could I tell James' daughter that he died? Maybe in a super attack or something?/p