March 3rd, 2007
UGH!
I hate this month already.
I can never get a break. Wanna know why, huh? Because somebody wanted to kill me--normally this is just an everyday thing, but someone wanted to kill me so badly that they hired someone else to do it for them. I was running from an insane assassin for three hours!
This lady was a nutjob, for sure. She had more guns in her little utility belt than I've ever seen before--she's got a better stock than SHIELD! She had amazing agility where it was almost like running from myself--she jumped from rooftops, soared over the streets, climbed up various objects; I just couldn't ditch her.
She finally hit me good with a bullet to the arm, but don't worry; it nearly skimmed it and ripped a chunk of flesh off. Can you imagine the lie I had to come up with for the guy who did my stitches?
Whoever this weird assassin-lady is, I just gotta know who she works for.
I bet I know her employer, too...
One of those things where it's been sitting right under my nose and I couldn't see it...
I bet I'll see it as soon as I'm shot again. Yeah, near-death experiences can really do that to a guy.
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Yeah, Good Luck With That. Assassins Are Good At Finding People, So Be Careful.
--Logan
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A/N: Thanks so much to anyone and everyone who's read and/or reviewed this fanfic! I know I have a blast mindlessly blogging! Just to keep you all up-to-date, my vacation starts tomorrow. I'll be out for 2 weeks, like I posted before, but I will try as hard as possible to update this story. I have 2 chapters ready to go, so all I need is a computer when I get up there. Thanks so much again!