"Two former cult members explain the difficulties they had extricating themselves from it." He was shocked at the news, Jason's body was taken away. He was brought in for questions by the police. He had an alibi but he was afraid it was not a very credible one. How would he tell them that he was battling with a flock of geese that kept getting in the way? His assassination was all so sudden. They found Jason with blood on his face and neck stab wounds. ...A modern eating fork is a blunt fork. An older fork wasn't really a tool for eating from but was more like one of the large meat forks one uses to carve a turkey or otherwise hold meat. The tines were longer and there were often fewer of them. On top of this, they were sharpened to a point.The difference is more like the difference between a sharp kitchen or steak knife and a dulled butter knife (even if it has a point). Sure, you can kill someone with the dull butter knife if it doesn't bend and you hit the right spots, but it
[Cyanide poisoning?] He thought. The aerosol can make sense, the culprit must have thought a blunt fork would not do the trick. It took less than thirty minutes to kill a human being with that. The CSI agent spoke to the cops who lingered to take heed. Maks stayed in the background afraid to put one foot in. At least he knew the cause of his death. He got closer and the cleaner in a blue boiler suit whistled swabbing the cleaning solution off his cart. His eyes closed in on the aerosol can in the cart's compartment.Meanwhile, the students were not allowed to roam at the school quarters past eight pm at night. He thought about Francis waiting at home and the cleaner, he had to resign from his little stakeout before 8 pm. He flapped home and the cleaner went upstairs to check on the halls. The students were asked a few questions if they heard any sign of struggle before his demise. The fellows looked unnerved. When the cops asked who the last person to visit Jason was, (with a gua
However, he braced himself when he saw an amur leopard running rampant on the streets. It raised havoc wherever it set in motion. The civilians panicked and it ran after in his direction. His system scanned it, it was an amur leopard. One of a near-extinct species that weighed 30 pounds less that the African leopard. The corner of his lip dropped and the best thing he could do was at least pacify it before it sunk its teeth into him. The leopard looked aggravated and it barred its yellowish teeth and sought freedom. He wondered if he could get money off it, he also reminded it that animal control was not going to make it easy for it to escape. Also, the streets were no place for a leopard and people were protective of their pets in case they wanted to prey on dogs. Thankfully, they were wary of humans and confrontation but it did not cancel out the chances of an attack. He stayed well away from it and the group in uniform aimed their tranquilizing gun at it and shot it down. ... Ma
He dropped anchor at the house and lowered the broom. "That was me." Thanks to his current situation of being suspect, he had absolutely no means of fending for himself. He was back to the habit of counting backward. The trials spoiled his image and the employers kept saying no. He was counting on student loans. He had debts to pay up. He went upstairs and curled up in his bed. Qi Level: 50k >49k Due to his sleep manipulation technique, he could turn day into night and vice versa, he could turn everyone in his subconscious state into chess pieces, or make healthy connections with just about anyone without sounding too blunt. He reset his dreams and make them say what he wanted them to say or fail at chess. He jotted down dream journals even if his dream sounded ludicrous, the one dream he could never seem to control is showing up naked to high school. His trying to stay concealed only amped up their laughter. That was enough to jolt him out of his sleep, he valued status and so fa
He traced his dad who just arrived at the docks. A very large cruiser was tagged USNS Barracuda. Tucker was just packing his bag. He met up with him in a jolly mood. He walked aboard the ship, anticipating the motion of the deck so he could walk steadily without losing balance. Melvin felt something grappling him by the ankles. He gazed at the midnight blue water. Pouring onto the stairwell. "Get your crabsticks over here, the ship's about to sail." "I just...need to get my..." He screamed when Ghost pulled him downwards. There was a big splash."Anderson!" Tucker rushed down the steps and the others tried to help him. The ship gave a loud echo loud enough to scare a war veteran and it detonated. A flare spliced through the ship and Melvin sank deeper into the deep. He booted back and Ghost dragged him. He could see the surface. The reflected light got farther and farther away. He looked down. The darkness he saw made him panic, as he was dragged down even more. He struggled to get
His grandparents were experiencing a holdup on the way. ...Barnard Fletcher was driving the car, Suzanne dropped on the other seat, she had an eerie. "Good grief, Bernie, I never thought he would go out this way.""It's the serviceperson person's way to go anyway, you can never really tell what's stirring under the covers." He held on to the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. They had stopped for gas. They were 50 miles away from home. aisled in between shrubs and suburbs. The assassin to aimed a sniper at a truck away from their sedan then she grunted and shot their tires, it burst and the metal scraped on the road. "It's done, sir." She said."Very good." He said giving attention to the Ice cream parlor. He entered and assessed the booths and oreo stools that felt as good as they looked. His body reflected the environment like an octopus. He took out a tube from his pocket and tapped a few drops of a strange substance in her ice cream. "Where did he go?" Jessica a
He shook his head, the second cop hit the first on the shoulder. "He has a right to know anyhoo." "Know what? Why is she in the infirmary?""That's enough questions, boy." He shuddered. What if she got hit by a bus? Or a taxi, what could be worse? The prison cell was cold with white bricks and a window at the top. Moths were dancing hopelessly around an inbuilt light. There was an uncomfortable-looking stainless steel toilet. "I just need to call somebody.""I'm afraid we can't let you do that, phone services are closed. You'll have to spend the night."His throat closed up. Communication was far-fetched, his phone was confiscated. He was not allowed to take incoming calls. Perhaps even after the booking process. What was he going to tell her? Perhaps the parlor just set itself up for failure yet again. "We'll be watching you, there are cameras everywhere just in case you want to play the rat maze. We want none of that." He said. [ So much for fair treatment ] He added.
He glanced at Artemis who strode in, admittedly, she had a big presence, she had two fresh red scrapes across her nose. Her lip had a cut on it, her red hair remained waist-length, and she had a grim look on her face. And a crumpled manila envelope hanging in her hand by the end."Surprise, surprise, I thought I'd be the one to end up behind bars." She said. He noticed that her left eye was red. She rotated her arm and hissed. He had been surrounded by a lot of wealthy kids and not once had to ask them for money like a street urchin not crossed his mind. "I thought you were traveling the world.""I've seen enough." The Constable eyed the both of them and frowned at Maks. "Do you want to file any more charges, Miss Kroner?""Tch no."He saw that she was about to comment further but she clamped up. The sound of her last name didn't sit well with her. She scratched the side of her nose."I've had enough already..." She muttered. "It's been taken care of. I just need to talk to him."