Well, I'm on a roll! Third chapter in a row! Here it goes!
EARLIER THAT NIGHT
In a dingy apartment, the killer wearing gloves, positions a bullet in a vice and uses an x-acto knife to cave an "x" into the soft lead tip. Then the killer places the bullet in the clip of a 9 mm handgun.
All the while he's doing this, two young women sit back-to-back. There mouths are duct taped and are bound to their chairs. There's muffled screaming and begging for mercy in their eyes as the killer raises his gun.
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CRIME LAB
BANG! A gun goes of f in Grissom's hand, blowing the heads off of two mannequins sitting back to back, red and blue paint splatter slamming across the tabula rasa of the CSI testing lab wall. Grissom holds up of the blood splatter from the real crime scene against the Pollockesque paint and finds a near perfect match. "Sara, the reason we found only one DNA type in the bloodstains is because the victims were actually twins."
"Well that would explain that."
"Nick and Warrick you both have a choice between two assignments: an assault at Stripperama or a 425 at the Flamingo and Koval"
"Nick why don't we flip a coin that way it's fair because I know which assignment we both want."
"Okay let's do it. Here I have a dime." They flip the coin and Warrick gets Stripperama and Nick gets the "trash run."
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I wake up with a killer headache. Then I realize where I am. I'm in the back of a truck and my hands are tied behind my back. When the truck stops, I kick at the back door, but nothing happens. Next thing I know, someone is grabbing me from behind and puts a white cloth over my face. Then everything goes dark.
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Well there's chapter three. Please review! Thanks you guys!