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David Red Stares.
Not at anything particular, his eyes glazed over while in a flashback of why he is in this position right now. The images flash by like a broken slideshow all out of time and order, each picture a mistake, each failure a death. And with a female shriek and the dark black hole of silence that followed, the earlier bedlam comes to a standstill.
His hands are clean, but the stench of rotting blood still hangs in the air.
The Hotel room is a mess, The Room attendant will be cursing in whatever language they speak here but David won’t be around to hear it. No, not David. Sure the 12 bodies of Gray’s corrupt officers will surely cop some blame for the spent shells, broken glass and holes riddled into the not-so-white-anymore walls but they will surely be looking for who they were aiming for. Let them look.
David’s lost track of the countries, the cities, the women and attempts on his life in the past 3 weeks but he knows what he’s doing, well, that’s what he tells Vivian anyway.
“How the hell was I supposed to know? The Bastards stormed right in”
Vivian looked back at him with that look that so many generations of women have passed down til it got to her, perfected into a beautiful face full of accusation and worry. She opened her lips, “David, Didn’t you know they were onto you?”
David Paced the hall, For a Church the echo was much less then he expected but he wastn complaining, the less eyes on him right now, the better.
“Viv, How many killers do you know knock before they kick down the door, semi automatics blazing yelling “Happy birthday from Gray”
Vivan looked down at the floor. Her mind was racing. If they knew David was in the city then surely they figured out Vivian and the corporation was here too. She had no time to lose, Time for Plan B!
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what do you think? potential? anyways, i post up with news of my 'career' tommorrow via my wife's laptop with stories of 3am callouts, new projects and old ones revived!
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