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I left the room...I went in uniform and gun in hand. Feeling me powerful. I decided to go straight to the dining room. Take courage and look forward with firm steps. Locate Michael talking to Josh ... surely strengthen this place. It will never be enough for them. Idiots.
- Hey! This time I want the sniper... And if you're going to deny you better you get someone with the courage to go to that fucking hell.
All eyes rest on the scene. I don't care. I still awaiting a response. And I decide harden my eyes ... maybe not enough rud ...
- Josh... -Spit out Michael, looking at me funny.
My eyes are too open and even slightly open mouth. He appreciates Josh to let it go. But he hates me too much to send him... I begin to have a mental battle that weigh more. Be hated or loved one? ... When he interrupted...
- Escort to the door ... He is not in a position to ask and I'm not here to cumplirle whims. It's his problem returning. And with supplies.
What? Who is believed to ... Ahhh! You'll see! ... Start to move enraged. But the big hand of Josh squeezes my arm preventing further progress.
I snort and walked towards where Josh directed me.
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Once we are in the hallway. I smile. I have an idea...
I assure that we are not near the guards of the entrances... And once we are about to pass on to the armory. I put my left arm slowly into my side and then look for the belt and the rifle.
I press hard on the wooden handle and or second I got out of the belt. I turn and slammed the head of Josh...
He falls to the ground and try not to make noise when opening the armory and put it in the master closet.
I guess being big and strong does not take away you to be slow and stupid.
I smirked when I see Josh in the closet. Unconscious.
I went to the drawers and take out a new package of grenades. Take a couple of Geforce and some rifle cartridges.
Place everything in a backpack and made sure also carry a gun, a knife and sniper
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I put the bracelet military of josh in my arm. Just to make sure that the guards let me out believing that I am in charge of the mission. Make them believe Michael has put the responsibility on me. Ha! Sure...
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When I walk through the heavy metal door and leave behind the heavy military start to laugh. And laughed as I run to my "freedom" ... here it is better than inside. And always will.
I am at least a few weeks for them to start suspect me. I always took more than u month back. Back ... No. Never.
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I keep running and for a moment I feel alive. I realize I'll have to fend for myself now. And maybe I should worry because it makes me happy. Being independent of shit system.
I turn and raising both hands making obscene signs cry of happiness. I am happy .. until I heard a groan behind me and smiled even more knowing what comes next.
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I take the knife from my belt and gaining momentum ... I put the knife to the head of the Walker. And once it is on the ground... I spit smiling
