Sunday, 14 June 2015

Desperate Measures



I hung up, smiling to myself. I had him.

Well, rather, I would have him soon. I just had to get him out of his current predicament.

I knew who was chasing him, and why. Usually this would be because I was the one pulling the strings, but it was good to let a couple other wannabes in the game, keep you on your toes.

I opened the door of my office, only to be met with a gun barrel.

“Nothing personal.” He said, before pulling the trigger.

I guess the problem with wannabes is they can offer amnesty too.

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