Richard

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I saw the guy on the table who did a forward flip and a back flip. I saw he had a gun he was trying to protect us. I dont know why he was trying to protect us. I noticed Till who had gone silent.

"What is wrong Till?" I asked.

"That guy that saved us he has to be Agent PL1 with the German Federal Government. Why was he protecting us?" Asked Till.

"Good question."

I was sitting in my house and I missed Paul. I went to his office and sat down. I turned on his laptop. It was a picture of us. It was a happy picture. It was taken the day I lost him. I picked up Paul's Gibson and started to play it. I then got out his fly rig. I got the card that was left on the table out of my pocket. Agent PL1 dropped it. I found it on the table where the Agent did his flips. I was looking at the card when it hit me that I had heard the name PL1 before.

I put down the guitar and picked up a razor and proceed to cut myself repeatedly. I was looking at the card and the fly rig PL1. Paul Landers 1 no way it can't be. I looked up footage caught from the incident. I watched the Agent with Teal hair and two colored eyes. The height was right. The hair and eyes wasn't right.

I was watching the blood drip to the floor. I then realized I got too deep. I noticed everything going dark.

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