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Aggravation
written by tater_salad07:58 PM 3/6/05I sigh as I clutch the handle of my PSG1 sniper rifle. The fat man strolled across his moon-lit balcony as he talked on the phone, his mustache wiggling with every syllable. Snow flakes blur my vision as my breath comes out in cold gasps. I click the safety off and caulk it silently. Zooming in I See him hang up and walk back to the balcony. Perfect shot. Aiming I see he crosshairs land over his chubby, shirtless chest as I get ready to fire. He then moves, going back inside to answer the telephone again. “Dammit! Hold still asshole,” I mutter silently to myself as he walks across the open glass door.
Minutes later he hangs up again and I pull the trigger. Blood splatters all over his pristine white walls and beige carpet as he falls to the floor. I wait a few seconds for his breath to stop, then jump onto his balcony from my nearby rooftop. Checking his pulse I see that he is dead. The fat, scamming, thieving bastard is finally dead. He killed my family and stole $500,000,000 all I have to do now is prove it. Clicking on my cell phone I hit speed dial number seven.
“Agent Matthews here; Kauffner is dead…correct….right….yes, I will get the files and report back. Matthews out.”
I click off on my cell phone and go to the white computer desk across the room and open filing cabinets and begin to search.
Forty-five minutes later I clutch in my hand a few back statements and a letter regarding my mother. “Yes!” I whisper to myself.
Footsteps…a thud…voices…noise…the door burst open to reveal at least 10 armored guards pointing guns at me. The leader began to speak.
“Hey Andy. Say hello to your mom for me.”
“Damn!” I mutter and turn and run…too late…noise…loud shots…pain…blood…screams…darkness…aggravation. |
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