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Post by The Smith on Aug 14, 2012 23:47:07 GMT -5
Sam stops across the street of his building and stops. His heart is pounding a million miles a minute, and he looks up and down the street. He doubts that if they have the girl they would be watching his office, but on the other hand....
His eyes move from pedestrian to parked cars looking for some one watching his office.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 8:37:22 GMT -5
There are two homeless men around a trash can fire, and a parked white van on the opposite side of the street. On the third floor of the building across the way there was an open window, but Sam could not see inside.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 15:22:17 GMT -5
After a moment Sam walked up to the trash can fire, and stuck his hands out over the small blaze. "Hey Frank. Who is your friend?" He said as he rubbed his hands together. His eyes moved constantly under his brow.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 15:23:14 GMT -5
The two men looked at him oddly. There was no Frank here.
"My uncle Bob," Said one of the men, with a shrug.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 15:28:26 GMT -5
"Hey Bob. My name is Sam. How are you today?" He watched his reaction as he kept his hands moving over the fire.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 15:29:26 GMT -5
There was no reaction. "Cold..." "Bob" replied, "But that's it."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 19:29:16 GMT -5
"Been here for a while?" Sam asked, but did not wait for an answer before asking the important question, "Seen anything interesting?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 19:33:25 GMT -5
"Pretty quiet," Not-Frank replied.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 19:42:58 GMT -5
"How long that van been here?" Sam asked the man.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 19:43:42 GMT -5
"What van?" Uncle Bob replied.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 19:47:58 GMT -5
"The white one right there." Sam said, "Behind me." He smiled and clapped his hands together.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 19:48:42 GMT -5
"Red team move in," Uncle Bob said, before he began back-pedaling and reaching into his coat.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 19:55:13 GMT -5
"Et tu.... Bob." Sam said even as he acted swiftly. He tipped the trash can forward, and slipped his foot underneath. With a swift kick he launched it in the general direction of Bob. Then turning he ran back the way he had come. His eyes searching for the team of men he knew would be hot on his heels.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 19:57:28 GMT -5
"Uncle Bob" screamed as he was now covered in flaming newspapers and hot ash. His buddy "Not-Frank" removed a long thin black rod from his coat, its tip flickering with scary looking blue light. Probably some kind of cattle prod or other stun-device. They meant to take him alive. That at least was a piece of... some what good news.
Men in assault gear were unassing from the van as quickly as possible. Four of them had carbines, the other two had some kind of bulky shoulder-fired devices.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 20:02:29 GMT -5
Sam laughed as he ran. These were his kind of odds. He ran now down the street as fast as he could. As soon as he could her turned down an another alley. He knew this neighborhood, and had an idea, but he needed to live long enough to get there.
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Hope you all are well and happy.