to Eric Lang
W.W.W.
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Wrong Time
The police officer arrived. He was in a hurry, his eyes were running back and forth. He put on a vest and opened the car door. He was medium size, dark hair, blue eyes and a small but noticeable belly was standing out of his light blue shirt. His legs were shorter comparing to his body. He took out a gun and with small but fast steps he rushed into the glass doors.
Blood and screams. He looked around and he saw people whose eyes were filled with fear and tears. He glimpsed at the floor a man was lying down and blood was all over him. Police officer immediately bent down to check the pulse.
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Wrong Person
A young, tall handsome man walks into the office. With a big sigh he sat down at his desk and turned on the computer. His eyes were filled with boredom but he was too lazy to find any adventures. He took out of his leather bag some papers. Put on his black with white stripes on the sides glasses that he was still keeping since college.
“Peter, go get a package for me” His boss suddenly appeared.
“ But that is not my job”
“Well, yes, but you can have no job here at all”
For a few seconds Peter was looking at his boss sternly. “Ok” He said with a small and gentle smile.
Peter walked out of the building to catch a cab. He had his own car but he did not want to waist fuel for this so called “trip”. He sat in the cab and told the address.
Arrived.
Peter paid the driver and exited the yellow car. He was choosing a song on his new iPod while walking through the glass doors.
“Hey” somebody shouted so loudly that Peter could hear him even though he was wearing headphones. “ What do you think you are doing?” Peter lifted his eyes up and saw a fist coming towards his stomach. He hits the floor with his face. “This is going to be an example to everyone here” screamed the other man.
Shot fired.
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Wrong Place
“This is going to be an example to everyone here” screamed the other man.
Shot fired.
He did not even look at the corpse; he threw a bag to the woman “Fill it up”. She did not move. He glimpsed at her with his dark and sharp like a hawks eyes. Pointed a gun at her “Move” he said with a stern voice of his. So she did. Black pants and black t-shirt. His face was covered by mask so people could see only his eyes and unshaved, yellowish from the smoking chin. He took a bag and rushed out trough the glass doors – the main entrance of National Bank.