DefeatedPurpose
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- Posted: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:54:05 +0000
'Hey! Old man!" The teen shouted to the guy in the doorway. He was blocking the entrance (or exit, to some) and didn't seem to have any reason to be there. He wore a shabby suit, and a matching fedora which hid most of his colorless hair. It wasn't a graying kind of hair like most old men had, but a clean sort of white hair, like snow. It almost didn't fit. He was in a wheelchair, with his legs not strapped to the chair. Maybe he could walk, but just lazy. "Com'on, we need to get going!" His buddy called out to the man. His head was tilted down to the ground, his eyes hidden, and there was no signs of breathing. Could somebody just have wasted this guy and left him here? "Hey! Wake up-" His buddy continued but stopped himself. The old guy grunted and looked up. The grunt continued into a long moan as he began to stand up. The first teen took a few steps back at the look of his face. He teeth were extended longer than they should be, and there was something up with his eyes. His jaw seemed rounded into his lips, almost reptile but without scales. This horrifying image only stood for a few minutes before all was as it was five minutes ago. The old guy back into his chair, as if he never stood up. The teen didn't even know what happened. There was a flash or something and then... nothing. "Com'on, we need to get going!" His friend shouted again. "Hey, uhh, Let's head out through the back. This guy is not getting up" He lied, not wanting to see that monster again. "Whatever..."
Meanwhile, a group of three were gather on a roof. One was crouched over a sniper, hardly moving. The other, was chatting on the phone and the third was leaning against the chimney, keeping the first company. "You still see him?" The third, a female, said. The first didn't reply, completely concentrated on his task. That was her answer. He reached over, adjusted the scope, and moved his shoulder so the kick would be so bad. Armor-piercing bullets usually were. "Remember the goal, right?" She tried again, a little louder. "Hm? Oh, right. Uhh, Follow him with the scope, and take him out when he starts the car. He wipes out over the bridge. Accident and no body" The first replied. "He is standing at the door, taking to the doorman while somebody fetches the car". The second put his hand over the phone receiver, "If we were going to wait this long, why didn't we just get a car bomb or something?" He joked before going back to his phone call. "He started the car... target acquired... ready and..."
Meanwhile, a group of three were gather on a roof. One was crouched over a sniper, hardly moving. The other, was chatting on the phone and the third was leaning against the chimney, keeping the first company. "You still see him?" The third, a female, said. The first didn't reply, completely concentrated on his task. That was her answer. He reached over, adjusted the scope, and moved his shoulder so the kick would be so bad. Armor-piercing bullets usually were. "Remember the goal, right?" She tried again, a little louder. "Hm? Oh, right. Uhh, Follow him with the scope, and take him out when he starts the car. He wipes out over the bridge. Accident and no body" The first replied. "He is standing at the door, taking to the doorman while somebody fetches the car". The second put his hand over the phone receiver, "If we were going to wait this long, why didn't we just get a car bomb or something?" He joked before going back to his phone call. "He started the car... target acquired... ready and..."