Of course I was scared. Craft bones. But...
In no way was he prepared to die. Especially on my birthday.
I scanned the store looking for killers. Fire sprinklers sprayed water everywhere. The place was wet, dark, dark…almost surreal.
I saw a trio of assassins scouring the housewares section and freaking out a mob of disoriented shoppers.
I let them know I was in the neighborhood.
Threeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Threeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I rang the bell of the toy tricycle I was driving and started pedaling as fast as I could. On the handlebars, a large weapon. As I made my way through the corridors, the safety flag (tied to the end of a large antenna) would reveal my whereabouts to anyone who wanted to know—but that was exactly the idea.
And so our game of hide-and-seek continued through the store's aisles. Every time I crossed an intersection, I would randomly fire left and right, then disappear again. pedaling, chasing,
shoot!
But then I came to a big intersection where all the runners converged.
As soon as they saw the pennant, they opened fire mercilessly.
But I was already very far from there. This time the flag wasn't tied to the tricycle, but to a shopping cart filled with propane tanks that I'd collected from the camping section.
The tanks exploded at the same time.
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Mr and Mrs Evans ✔
ActionChristopher and Scarlett Evans seem to be a normal couple, but in reality they both keep a secret. The two are hit men hired by rival companies. The truth only comes out when Chris and Scarlett, unknowingly, are given a mission to eliminate the same...
