Morgan Sterns was sipping up the last drips of her coffee. She was going to need every last drop if she was going to work late enough to finish all of her reports. She had reports on all kinds of things. Serial killers, counterfeiters, asassination attempts, the list went on and on.
Why do the FBI get handed everything, she wondered. But what she really wanted to know was why she was the one always stuck with work when most of the other agents and anaylists were just standing around telling jokes and drinking coffee. Morgan got back to her seat and pushed her almond hair out of...
The guards walked back and forth in their normal sweeping motion that they always used. This made Joseph smile watching them through his hotel window with his state-of-the-art night-vision binoculars. just routine as usual, at least that's what the guards thought. Joseph looked at his watch, 12:23a.m. only seven more minutes till he had to go. Joseph grabbed his bag of ammunition and various other things. His small, light smg. He also put on his body armor, his cammo, and grabbed his combat knife. And of course...
Miyako was finishing sweeping out his shop and was about to close down for the day. He was tired for he had an unusual amount of customers today. He passed by a candy wrapper, probably left by some stupid teenager, he sighed, bent over and picked it up. His old bones couldn't take much more of this, he needed to retire. Just one more year, he kept telling himself, and I'll retire. He took one last look around and thought that his shop looked pretty good, so Miyako set down his broom and locked up his store. He started to move towards his car when he saw a limping figure in the distance....
A young American tourist was walking on the road from her hotel to town. But then she noticed a body on the side of the road. He was a young, thin, straight haired teen. His skin quite a few small cuts but besides for that he looked fine. She listened for a heartbeat to make sure he was alive. Good, she thought, he's alive. His heartbeat was easy to because, much to her surprise, it was beating rapidly. She got an ambulance here as fast as possible and then the boy was taken away to the hospital.
Watanay sat there, as the black eyed man he'd seen following him from the hotel was staring at Watanay's head.
"what are you doing," Watanay asked. The man smiled and whispered almost so quietly that Watanay couldn't hear him, "I'm sorry." With those uttered words his arms burst out with energy black energy flowing from his hands. Horror ran through all of Watanay's body, followed by a piercing pain. Watanay couldn't hear or see. All he could do was feel pain. Desperately grabbing on to the last of his strength, he felt a strange new energy take over him. Then Watanay was gone,...
Brownsburg, IN
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