ACE
The wind blows swiftly through the blinds, pushing the old dust blue material further out than I would like it to be. aloud honking sound pushing fort into my ears followed by cursing in a typical New Yorkan accent.
“Explain yourself, Marcel.” I nuzzle the head of the Russian Orsis T-5000 sniper rifle against the parting gap.
“I don’t understand, Ace, explain what?”
Oh you worthless piece of- Acting innocent, how nice. How f*****g nice. “Explain why you chose to leave when your daughter is being hunted?!” Because I would like to f*****g know. Marcel has done some bad s**t, and I feel like each time he outdoes himself, I'm going to say this is the one that takes the cake as the worst.
“Oh that. I thought you called me for something important.”
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I froze still, staring out
