Part 8
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
What am I running a daycare now? Now I must put up with Monroe, and Eberts now. Eberts was okay to deal with, but Monroe was not part of the plan, now Eberts may die before scheduled. Seriously, I want him to be in therapy for a long time, (its always fun to put people in therapy, its hard to send terrorists the bills,)but now he may die before, he goes mental. All because she had to be the hero, and save Eberts.I wanted him in therapy, I am so angry, and I tend to beat people recklessly when I am angry. There's an idea. At least Lucrzia blew out a tire on Claire's car. Darien is still trying to follow me in his broken down blue buick, but he's in for a suprise.I laugh. Monroe jumps, she has been holding unto Eberts like I told her to after she drops him.I laugh harder and watch her reaction. She winces again, and tries to back away.I give her an evil smile, and reach into the drink compartment, and pulls out a beautiful AK-47. "Now it's time for a little fun. And you get to watch. "
I motion to the driver,a burly bald man from to pull across the whole road, and make sure Miss Monroe can see.We pull across the road, and stop completely. My driver drags her out, and sets her squirming on the roof. I smile.It is always good to hire former body guards as Chaffeurs. I open my window, and I begin shooting at the approaching blue buick. They pull to a grinding halt five hundred feet away, and Claire, Darien, and Hobbes pull out their guns and begin shooting at me. I can hear Miss Monroe screaming to be let go of the whole time. Her voice is shrill.They are trying to cower behind the doors. I aim right at the hood, it flies up in the air emblazed. They run like little chickens away from the car. Hobbes realizes he has run the opposite direction as the other two and tries to run across the street to them. The Hood lands ten feet in front of him, and he is out of almost a thousand feet away from the car. I shoot at the gas tank, and watch the car explode into flame. A beautiful exotic fireball!I can feel the beautiful heat. I smile, signal my driver. He pulls Miss Monroe off the roof, and almost throws her on the mouse's head, he slams the door, hard on her side. "Don't kill my mouse!!" I scream at her, slamming my car door. She backs against the door.
She pulls the mouse back into her lap.
"Die you enjoy that little show, Miss Monroe?It was just for you!"
She shakes her head. I laugh again. It is fun watching her in fear. I am suprised, she hasn't tried to struggle, and become the hero. Then it hits me, she is in love with the mouse, she doesn't want me to hurt him anymore. That's why she is frightened not for herself, but because I can kill the mouse with one wave of my hand. I laugh all the way to the new HQ, I need to tell Lucrezia that one, she will find it amusing as well.
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
What am I running a daycare now? Now I must put up with Monroe, and Eberts now. Eberts was okay to deal with, but Monroe was not part of the plan, now Eberts may die before scheduled. Seriously, I want him to be in therapy for a long time, (its always fun to put people in therapy, its hard to send terrorists the bills,)but now he may die before, he goes mental. All because she had to be the hero, and save Eberts.I wanted him in therapy, I am so angry, and I tend to beat people recklessly when I am angry. There's an idea. At least Lucrzia blew out a tire on Claire's car. Darien is still trying to follow me in his broken down blue buick, but he's in for a suprise.I laugh. Monroe jumps, she has been holding unto Eberts like I told her to after she drops him.I laugh harder and watch her reaction. She winces again, and tries to back away.I give her an evil smile, and reach into the drink compartment, and pulls out a beautiful AK-47. "Now it's time for a little fun. And you get to watch. "
I motion to the driver,a burly bald man from to pull across the whole road, and make sure Miss Monroe can see.We pull across the road, and stop completely. My driver drags her out, and sets her squirming on the roof. I smile.It is always good to hire former body guards as Chaffeurs. I open my window, and I begin shooting at the approaching blue buick. They pull to a grinding halt five hundred feet away, and Claire, Darien, and Hobbes pull out their guns and begin shooting at me. I can hear Miss Monroe screaming to be let go of the whole time. Her voice is shrill.They are trying to cower behind the doors. I aim right at the hood, it flies up in the air emblazed. They run like little chickens away from the car. Hobbes realizes he has run the opposite direction as the other two and tries to run across the street to them. The Hood lands ten feet in front of him, and he is out of almost a thousand feet away from the car. I shoot at the gas tank, and watch the car explode into flame. A beautiful exotic fireball!I can feel the beautiful heat. I smile, signal my driver. He pulls Miss Monroe off the roof, and almost throws her on the mouse's head, he slams the door, hard on her side. "Don't kill my mouse!!" I scream at her, slamming my car door. She backs against the door.
She pulls the mouse back into her lap.
"Die you enjoy that little show, Miss Monroe?It was just for you!"
She shakes her head. I laugh again. It is fun watching her in fear. I am suprised, she hasn't tried to struggle, and become the hero. Then it hits me, she is in love with the mouse, she doesn't want me to hurt him anymore. That's why she is frightened not for herself, but because I can kill the mouse with one wave of my hand. I laugh all the way to the new HQ, I need to tell Lucrezia that one, she will find it amusing as well.