Monday, July 11, 2005

Crosshairs Pt 2


Something inside me disturbed my dream.... It was a good one two, a date where no alarms had been tripped, but now was not the time to dwell on presentres. I awoke with out opening my eyes as I felt a presence, felt a shadow. The glock under my bed had been unused, cleaned and loaded. The thing was moving. Now, I sat up and with my left hand reached under the pillow and with my right reached for my kbar. The person exhaled loudly, dropping her weapon, a broom, on the floor. I sighed as I lowered my glock and put my knife away.
She, on the other hand, was hyperventilating.
"La señora arrepentida, muy arrepentido. "
“¡Por qué le hace hace esto a mí, usted sabe que odio la vista de fusiles!”
I kept apologizing and finally she calmed down. She and her sister were the only ones that knew enter this house and knew of what I do. It would be to risky anyway, with Interpol and friends making a big deal over what I do, I can’t have to many contacts, and my operator referred them to me to use a bugs, but whatever, the service is free.
It would be after showering and eating my pancakes, bacon, sausage, and fruit bowl that I would peel open the seal. I sat down in my chair, pulling the drawer open to see a box of latex gloves. After snapping them on, I start checking on the contents of the envelope. I put the Kodak 1hr Photo to my right, I would look at those last. What got my attention was his resume, which was a page an a half, impressive for a 26 year old.
‘Grad of Northwestern ’06, he studied law, makes sense.’ I looked at his other jobs. He is a member of the Phi Tau Chi, a society of analyists who study crime in America, both past and present, and has worked under his father’s business of psychology while attending college. I spit, “Over-achievers.” Then I gave it a second look.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

For Clan Management

I am surprised when my friend, "East" told me about it. I play America's Army, one of the best fps from version 2.3 and below, (2.4 will take getting used to), when i found that it is hard as hell to update a clan. I don't want to learn Web Site Development to manage a clan, now I don't. Check out Teamcommander.com, this is loaded with some powerful stuff. I let the picture describe it.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Crosshairs Pt 1

I will post the next pt after five replies.



I had just woken up to my pda beside my bed. A combination of an exhale and a groan excaped from my mouth as the light from the ringing pda stung my eyes.
"000-1001," It showed.
"Damn it." I sighed as I rolled over and pressed the touch screen.
"Yo, playboy, listen up. This one is a good one, at least 25 grand." This is when my ears perked up and my eyes got lighter. "Plus a decent amount of intel."
As he keep talking, I started searching for my headset. "The man's name is A.J. Macious. Leader of some joke of a mafia called...." I found them as he sighed.
"I am not making this up, IceCold Crew. " I plugged in the headset.
"Good morning operator, how is your day."
"It's cool, playboy. Anyway, when do u want the dossier."
"Why ask when it is in my mailbox."
The voice laughed then noted. "If you rush now, you might be able to catch me."
"Why rush, it not like I am one of Charlie's Angels." I said as I heard a car speed off.
With my bathrob on, two kbars hidden in my pockets, I walked outside at 6 in the morning to check my mail. A yellow envelope lay there temporaraly as I gripped it with my thumb and index finger. I pulled it out and tucked it under my arm as i scaned the area in a nonchanet way. It all seemed clear as I turned around and walked toward my door.
It was after setting it on my study desk, that I reactivated the security alarm and went back to sleep.

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