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."
The constable blinked at him and he gaped at the empty table where his phone had been. Ghost stepped back and Doreen's head turned when she heard a loud, long-lasting hiss and she began to feel dizzy. She checked on the oxygen tubes by Jessica's bedside and Ghost laughed when she knocked on the door. She swooned. He turned to Maks who was glaring at him from the entrance of the hospital, he looked like he had just run a marathon. He wore a black hooded coat with a scarf like it was negative 50 degrees outside. He had the precise asian look, slanted eyes, a white buzz cut, high cheekbones, and a certain imperial look. Maks looked at him from head to toe, he rushed past him and Maks checked the rooms. "Hey." He said knocking on the glass. He asked for Jessica's ward and the worker was alarmed. She was no older than he was. He thought she recognized him somehow but she put a file by another stack."You will have to sit down while I check my inpatient index. They've been moved." With h
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight-year-old would do daily, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was as firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks. ... The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did not know
Honestly, he would not go into a reckless rampage because his father died, sometimes it made him question if he did truly care. He did, Maybe he was just as cold as others claimed him to be. Maybe not. But he truly believe that someone killed his mother because the hammer's handle was grated inside the woodchipper but there was no blood on it. Except for the metal hammer, he was angry, yes but that was no excuse. Maybe in shock too but that was the only thing keeping him sane. He looked closely outside the window where an owl perched on a hook-shaped branch. The field was blooming now, full of dragon fruits, Asian Pear and Asian Persimmons, and pineapple guavas as far as his eyes could see. Mandarins and Dwarf apple trees with pink blossoms. He had that strange sensation that someone was watching him. Ghost was bidding his time, perhaps he would wait some other time. He was not ready. A fair fight would do him more good because he did not see a good reason to kill him, only a rea
She shut the windows when she heard a barn owl screeching loudly outside of their window. It had been over three days since the mishap. Jessica was complaining more than an eight year old would on a daily basis, sometimes she asked about her grandparents often. Other times she asked questions that were bigger than her. Doreen held her temple, she tried to convince herself that she was a firm as a rock, who was she kidding? At least she toiled and tolerated Maks as much as possible knowing that he was overseas but the tides had turned. She kept raising a question about fireflies and she could not hear any music. Her talkativeness made twice as much.They were at Ward 60 and they had her oxygen tank held up for any leaks. ... The next morning, the cops were coming together and setting up a bounty hunt, he was buttered up but he had to retain an animal form, at least one that did not look like another one of nature's heftiest mistakes. A platypus would do, they didn't do much. He did no
Maks clawed at the dagger in his hand hidden inside his jacket. His adrenaline was pumping. Good thing he brought a hat to cover his face."You don't want the manager to assume that you're some yahoo looking for spare parts to sell, do you buddy?." The tall man said to him brightly. He could not kill him right there. But he almost laughed at his assumption that he was trying to steal from him. He slouched on his stool. The man pulled the collars of his jacket together and his eyes were so murky that it made him look like a lizard. He was pudgy and he had perfect teeth. He gave him a twenty dollar bill and Maks slipped the money into his pocket. He listened to the two. "What do you want?" He shook his head. The dagger was still in his jacket. He turned to them and Mister Brandon seemed surprised and his eyes moved to the police crew. "I could have handled this." He said.Maks emerged from the bar scraped in a bad way. With a bottle in his hand."Myers." The cop said from the out