ok so i decided to start another story and post it here so tell me what you think any criticism etc. and uhh i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter in the croincles of an un-named asassin please ignore any and all spellin g and grammar misteaks and just try to enjoy the story as much as i enjoyed writing it witch is quite a bit there would be more except for A)i have the attention-span of a crack headed rabbit, and b) i thought this would make a pretty good cliff hanger. razz fol. oh and for those of you having a little trouble following it, every new quote in a new sentence is the next person speaking
OPERATION SEVENTH WAVE
Chapter one
As the hooded man with the sniper rifle peered out the third story window steadying his breathing preparing for his $2 million dollar shot. He gently squeezed the trigger as the door behind him opened and first sergeant officer John “tubs” Torrington saw him and shouted “freeze”. The officers nick name was well deserved as he was slightly obese, a huge source of ridicule for the young officer. “Hey there tubs” the hooded man said calmly raising his hands as he turned, “your right on time”. “Tim? What the hell?!?!”. “Well I told you you’d find the assassin here, I just neglected to mention it was me, oh and by the way my names not really Tim.” The hooded man had the officer’s gun hand restrained as he stunned him with a lightning quick elbow to the face. The berretta was knocked from the officer’s hand as he dragged him towards the sniper rifle he had used. As he pressed the officers bare hands on the rifles frame he came fully back to his senses. “You b*****d!” tubs cried out in rage in the realization of what the one he thought was his only friend had done. “Nothing personal tubs” the hooded stranger said as he turned and ran out the door towards the roof, quickly out running the portly sergeant.
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An apparent business man sitting on a bench inside a huge New York office building chuckled to himself as he read his news paper. Front page first sergeant Jonathan Torrington Found Guilty in Assassination of Senator Robert Schmuck. He thought to himself that was his best set up to date. Ahh good times. He looked at his watch from head to toe he looked the typical New York stock broker. His cover was that he was going in for an interview with a high ranking New York business man that was his target. He walked through the metal detector without setting it off; he couldn’t help but think about the magic of fiberglass. He continued walking to the elevator and ascended to the top floor. As he exited the elevator he walked towards the end of the hall. At the last door on the right he entered and readied the fiberglass spikes hidden in his sleeves. The man he was sent to kill was sitting in his chair without slowing, and with no warning whatsoever he lunged at him and drew his spikes in one swift motion. The man sitting in the chair easily deflected the expert attack and pinned his assailant against the window. “Relax this wont hurt a bit.” the man produced a syringe from his pocket, and injected his would be murderer. The business man quickly lost consciousness and slumped to the ground as the clean up crew arrived.
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sooo many editsmainly cause i dont want to make a new journal till evryones read thiss...hey i need my ego stroked ok?!?! not really i just want to hear wut ppl think... anyways last night i came to the realization i may just be a good person after all eek i know weird huh? o well im still gonna be the sarcastic douchbag youve all come to love? hate? eh either way i dont really care if you like me cool we should hang in towns, if not go get a bull to sodamize you...ok so maby im not compleatly good... twisted muahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
 7thwave- · Thu Jun 12, 2008 @ 07:44am · 3 Comments |
