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and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

That word cracked something inside me. But I smiled anyway. Blood in my mouth. Perfect. Just a little more. “Where. Is. My. Money?,” he demanded again, grabbing my throat. The air vanished. My vision blurred. I still smiled. And just before his grip fully stole the air from my lungs… just before everything went dark- I heard it. Sirens. I smiled. His eyes flickered. Just for a second, he understood. Checkmate. Motherfucker.

It moved in a swift, brutal arc. I heard a wet, tearing sound. A choked gurgle. The hitman stumbled, his weapon clattering to the ground. He clutched at his throat, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and dawning horror. Dark blood, black in the dim light, pumped between his fingers.

He widens his eyes, shivering badly. "C'mon Bob, be a good boy and do that, time is money.." I drawl. He shivers in fear as he types in his password and did as I asked. I smile and nod at one of my men. He goes to the back of the asshole. He covers his eyes tight and before he could scream slit his throat. Blood rushes out like water as he struggles to breath. I bring out my gun and shoot him twice on the head. His head slump on his chest.... blood pooling around. I pull out my gloves and hand the gun to my men. "No one fucks up with me and go scot free." I chuckle as I walk out of the slaughter house. . . . .

“Then why are you here? You know the deal. I keep my mouth shut, and you keep the cash flowing.” I turned to face him, my expression unreadable. “I’m here to make you a one-time offer, Frank. A big payment. But you’ll have to do something for me in return.” Frank’s interest piqued, and he straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m listening. What do you want?” I met his gaze, my voice cold and deliberate. “I want you to kill someone.” Frank stared at me for a moment, then barked out a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Last time you just wanted me to keep my mouth shut about being your baby daddy. Little Cindy wants me to play hitman now? Who do you want dead so badly?”

“So, they’re still in the city then did he tell you anything else?” “No, I swear that’s everything I know.” “I do have one question though if you were only trying to be a good Samaritan, why’d you take the money?” the man goes quiet his eye going wide at the realization of his mistake. I squeeze the trigger and the side of his head explodes and the warm metallic blood splatters across my face and chest as his body falls to the ground in a thud. Steel walks over toward me handing me a handkerchief. I quickly wipe my face and hands off then hand it back to him.

the imposter complains "That was an accident. You dodged that bullet perfectly." "Well, I'm good at what I do. Just keep my money in place," he replies with a stern tone. "That won't be our problem," Agatha assures. "And once everything is passed to her, you know what to do." "Hahaha, that's the easy part. I'd put a knife through that sexy chest of hers." "Don't forget to get access to all the information first. We've only got one try at this, if the bank finds out that she's dead. The money goes to charity and we'd never find the gold," Agatha briefs.

"Change of plans. Your payment is already there. Buried under the ground at a spot marked X. Dig it up, take it, and leave the rifle you used for the job." "Wait, what?" Dave's confusion was evident. "I thought I was meeting someone—" "Plans change. The money is there. Take it and go. You have five minutes before we detonate the location." The line went dead. "Detonate?" Dave's voice rose in panic. "What the hell—" "Move!" I barked into the radio, even though he couldn't hear me. "Find that X and get out of there." On screen, Dave was already moving, the camera swinging wildly as he searched the area. Debris, broken concrete, rusted metal—and there, spray-painted on the ground in bright red,

P R E S E N T T I M E. Mike stepped down to the end of the rooftop and then walked around there. His meticulousness was restored so he immediately frowned when he noticed the blood stains on the floor. He walked towards it. He sat down and touched the red liquid with his finger to make sure it was blood. His instincts did not disappoint him. 'This is not a suicide, but a murder. A game where the payoff lives and no one is left behind.'

he stammered, eyes wide. “Good.” I leaned in close enough he could smell the iron on my breath. “Who’s been moving Base Two money through this city?” That cracked them. Not with words at first — with a look. One man flinched just enough, eyes darting toward greasy-hair. And that was all I needed. I drove my blade into greasy-hair’s thigh. He howled, toppling from his chair. Blood sprayed across the concrete. “Try again,” I said, wiping the blade clean on his shirt.