December 28th
2007
5 o'clock in the afternoon
"Do you remember the safety instructions I taught you?" Peter asked as his daughter clumsily handled the unloaded handgun.
"Of course I do, Daddy! I can do it, too, see?" She exclaimed as she mimicked how he was holding his own unloaded handgun, which was his favourite, as it was chrome plated and he had engraved his name into the grip. He chuckled as he adjusted her hold on the gun.
"There. Now we're not going to try to shoot anything today—"
"Aww, please, Daddy? Please?" She begged.
"Sorry Honey, maybe tomorrow."
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Chase
ActionTake a package from one place to another. Sounds simple, right? Not when all the agents who try are murdered. And definitely not once it turns personal. Note: I have the end of the story written but it is not nearly as well written as this (at le...
