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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 935 days Last activity: 935 days |
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| The hotel had become insecure, and I was forced to limit any of my secluded activities to the most necessary actions and the most boring ones. I returned to my room, previously intent on doing a little recon work on the data gathered that afternoon, but resolved to rest on the bed watching late night movies for fear of a bug installed in the room.
The next morning, I asked the morning concierge for another room, and was relocated to a second-story room overlooking the pool. I spent a good part of the morning relaxing in the hotel jacuzzi before I was interrupted by Agent Demaria. "Having fun?" he asked standing before me clothed in his trademark street clothes. I sank lower into the bubbling artificial spring, "I was until you got here. Please tell me you've come to tell me that I'm done for the rest of my trip." He turned off the jacuzzi timer, and threw my car keys into the tub, "You're not done. Get dressed, we're taking a drive." I sighed heavily, dove underwater to retrieve the keys, and relunctantly returned to my room. While there, the maid service had already started straightening my room, except that it was too early for housekeeping to be doing it. The male maid turned from his crouched position behind my bed, a set of pliers in his hand. He quickly jumped from his position lunging at me with the pliers. I, startled to say the least, moved out of his way grabbing his arm as he flew past me and twisting it behind his back shoving him into the wall. I locked his wrist, and delivered a quick jab to his kidney before pushing him harder into the wall. He dropped the pliers and shifted his weight over releasing my grasp on his wrist just enough for him to roundhouse kick me in the side. My bad, I thought stepping backward. He turned around to face me, and squared up with me. I dropped to a ready stance noticing my ice bucket next to me filled with melted ice water. He faked a punch as I grabbed the bucket and threw it at him. My assailant momentarily blinded, I reached into the top drawer of my dresser pulling out my .45 just as he did the same with a 9mm. Both of our guns cocked and ready to fire, we stood staring down each other's barrels. His eyes momentarily shifted towards the curtained window behind me as Agent Demaria began to enter the room. I dropped down to my right knee rolling onto my side as he fired off a shot at the window. Agent Demaria backed off, and took a defensive position out in the hallway, his gun at the ready. I rolled around up against the dresser to face the suspect, whom had focused his attention on Agent Demaria, and fired a shot piercing through the right side of his torso knocking him into the wall and onto the floor next to the beds. His gun flew out of his hands landing on the ground in front of me, barrel facing me pointed right between my eyes. Fortunately, it didn't accidentally fire. Agent Demaria slowly entered the room, asking if I was fine. I stood, not touching anything around me, and walked over to check on my assailant. He lay, next to the bed, unconscious bleeding profusely from his side and wheezing slightly, a trial of blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth. Brandon dialed up the concierge, local police and headquarters. It was time for me to move to another hotel, and time to terminate my target as soon as possible. After our Agency crime scene investigators had secured the scene, and returned my laptop and belongings, Agent Demaria checked me out of the hotel and we were off on the dusty road of Phoenix bound for downtown. "One simple thing," he started while staring out of his passenger side window, "and you turn it into a circus. Lucky for you, we cover-up things rather efficiently." "You know, if I had been that guy, I would have said I was fixing the lamp or something," I said while Brandon shifted his position, "but I guess he just wanted to do me in right there." Brandon removed a Polaroid from his pocket and placed it on the dashboard. "This is your target. You'll recognize him, and I'm sure he's tied to your buddy back in the hotel. Please, terminate him this time." I glanced at that photo trying not to deviate from the slow traffic confirming that it was my former Starbucks Agent, "I will. I already told you that." This section is going to be rewritten...I don't like it. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-20-05 04:32 PM) |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 90 days Last activity: 78 days |
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| YAY!!!!!!! Zabusa gets to keep his testicles....
I like the fight seen very interesting... I like that name...Agent Damaria... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 935 days Last activity: 935 days |
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Working on a rewrite at the moment, since I've rewritten the middle and ending of the first story. [/EDIT] (Last edited by BREW Ninja on 11-15-07 11:25 PM) |
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