DEADEYE:
Book 1
Ready. Aim. Fire!
I was standing on the curb of Time Square in New York. No one has time to give me a second look. It was 16 degrees Fahrenheit. I was there because of my job, I sell newspapers. A black Honda drives up and asks for one. Finally, a customer! I start to give it to the man but, when he grabs the paper he yanks me in through the window.
I scream and yell for help but, as you know New Yorkers are too wrapped up in themselves to notice. As I scream, yell, and punch, with my feet hanging out the
window. Someone yanks my hair and pulls my head up to blindfold me and ducttapes my mouth shut. I don't see the lights but greatly ordinary noises still ring in my ears. While I'm wriggling around they put a cloth over my nose. Chloroform.Classy. Then black.
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Deadeye: Ready, Aim, Fire
ActionDEADEYE: Book 1 Ready. Aim. Fire! I was standing on the curb of Time Square in New York. No one has time to give me a second look. It was 16 degrees Fahrenheit. I was there because of my job, I sell newspapers. A black Honda drives up and asks...
