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Azazel
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One year after the events at the hotel.
i don't remember how we made it out but as I sit here in a safe house, I try to piece it back together. There was a trap door, swat teams flooding the building. One group had spotted us. We tried to make out way through the ruble of the cave in or whatever it was. Shots rang out. I was struck in the shoulder, me and Damien returned fire. Officers went down but alive. I git out went into hiding. The police have really turned the public on me and doubled their efforts. I normally wouldn't care about the cops, but I don't need innocents getting involved. And then there was that one shot. My fingers trace a scar on the dude of my face. This one wasn't due to getting old. Someone had tracked us. I wonder, I don't think it was Him he'd have kept pursuit. Whoever it was, was still a pro. I had to wait for him to make a mistake.
The judges murder was fake, Damien got his family back, but I had to lend them a safe house under the city. It was a rushed job mistakes were made, but at least he got his family back. Sitting in this chair I'm not sure what my next move is...
Elsewhere; a briefcase in hand, the man straightened his tue and walked down the busy street. It took me a year and careful watching, but I know where you are frank, he thought. Out me game is about to begin. We both lost family, we both crave war. Me for the thrill it's all I have left the planning the killing. It's all you have too. You use it to cover your guilt for not seeing it coming. He knelt down and adjusted his shoe. Using this action he nudged the briefcase down into a storm drain. Standing he moved on. As the briefcase floated along the current in the sewers, a faint tick could be heard inside it.
. (The jackal)
i don't remember how we made it out but as I sit here in a safe house, I try to piece it back together. There was a trap door, swat teams flooding the building. One group had spotted us. We tried to make out way through the ruble of the cave in or whatever it was. Shots rang out. I was struck in the shoulder, me and Damien returned fire. Officers went down but alive. I git out went into hiding. The police have really turned the public on me and doubled their efforts. I normally wouldn't care about the cops, but I don't need innocents getting involved. And then there was that one shot. My fingers trace a scar on the dude of my face. This one wasn't due to getting old. Someone had tracked us. I wonder, I don't think it was Him he'd have kept pursuit. Whoever it was, was still a pro. I had to wait for him to make a mistake.
The judges murder was fake, Damien got his family back, but I had to lend them a safe house under the city. It was a rushed job mistakes were made, but at least he got his family back. Sitting in this chair I'm not sure what my next move is...
Elsewhere; a briefcase in hand, the man straightened his tue and walked down the busy street. It took me a year and careful watching, but I know where you are frank, he thought. Out me game is about to begin. We both lost family, we both crave war. Me for the thrill it's all I have left the planning the killing. It's all you have too. You use it to cover your guilt for not seeing it coming. He knelt down and adjusted his shoe. Using this action he nudged the briefcase down into a storm drain. Standing he moved on. As the briefcase floated along the current in the sewers, a faint tick could be heard inside it.