I was dreaming about those "Zoopals" paper plates that are shaped like animals, and that dumb ass song that they sing in those god awful commercials.
When all of a sudden something smashes the bed post next to me, my eyes shot open and I flung up with a rush of frightened adrenaline.
"What the f**k?" I yelled as I saw a bored looking Slayer.
His blonde hair slick and shiny, his pasty skin reflected the bright light from outside.
"What?" He scowled at me, almost as if I was the one whom had thrown a f*****g gun at him.
I sat up, and grabbed the gun from the side of the bed, it was a Smith and Wesson Model 27 Magnum With a .357 caliber magnum.
I frowned at the heavy duty and clearly mafia used gun. When we were in class training at the CIA we spent half of the time
Training in class
