...d make personal.A
second later a shot rang out and he was dead.The
figure stepped into the light. She was in early twenties. Her blond
hair was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing an olive green shirt
and brown pants. She held a Smith&Wesson revolver in her left
hand and wore red pacifier around her next.
Her blue glinted with humor.I don't have what
it takes? Please I've had what it takes since I was a one year old.
she giggled. They don't call me 'One-shot Maggie' for nothing.She
reached headquarters at 7:00 pm.. She had
changed into a black business suit with white blouse. Her gun was
hidden in the briefcase. She still wore pacificer
though. She sighed with content when she walked in to the air
Prince stared at the piece of paper in his hand and swore.
Another parking ticket? The drugs he had devolved
saved countless lives, but instead of praise he got parking tickets!
He heard footsteps behind him and turned quickly. Then he let a sigh
it's just you. For a minute I thought it
of your clients? Or perhaps someone who's loved one died because they
didn't get the medicine they needed because
you sold it to some druggies looking an easy high?Um..
I wouldn't do that. He started to sweat. All prey did when they
records say different. Now it's time to pay for your crimes.You're
turning me in? I took pity on you and gave you this job when no one
would hire you and this how you repay!Who