Angel

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A blue diamond flashed in Angel's phone as he checked his bank account. Odd he thought, why is this here? He pondered. Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted his thoughts.
"Damnit!" Angel swore loudly, grabbing his gun.
Bang! The door flew open and five officers stepped out onto the roof from the cellar like doors connected to the building. The fronts of their bullet proof tactical vests had GE-1 painted onto them. Angel dove at the first officer, who was holding a fully automatic Scorpion-S75 sub-machine gun. Not issued to any Argentinian unit, Angel thought, This is most unusual. Angel threw him down the flight of stairs grabbing his gun in the process and firing three rounds into his chest.
"Ät skit och dö din jävla fitta!" Shouted one of the men.
"I don't know what the fuck you just said but I don't assume it was 'I love you so so much in a completely not gay way'." Yelled Angel as he shot two more of the men in the face and chest.
One of the final two men shot Angel in the knee and tackled him to the ground. In a mad struggle Angel slipped a knife through the mans body armor and into his heart. Plunging upwards from the bloody haze Angel comes face to face with the last man who has his gun aimed right at Angel's chest.
"dra åt helvete!" Shrieked the man, as soon as the last word left the mans mouth Angel kicked him in the gut sending him off the edge of the building.
As soon as he felt the rush of relief he felt something else, a hand on his shoulder and a tinge of pain if his neck. The last thing Angel remembered was the feeling of falling backwards.

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