"You sure its safe dude? because this seems like an ancestral building and that the roof might fall when we try to change the light bulb," She ''Just go in." We both walked inside. It was an old building. When we stepped on the floor cloud of dust went flying up when they stepped on the carpet. It was not well furnished. It had a bed, one almirah by its side, a stove and a singular cabinet. The walls had been painted brown.
It made the room look tiny"Welcome to my hideout."
''You know instead of getting a Lamborghini you could have gotten a better hideout,'' she said shaking off a spider that was crawling on her hand.
"Hey, I make smart investments. and you haven't seen nothin' yet" I said and walked over to the almirah
''now 3-2-1 and 'pah pow' " I smacked the almirah as hard as I could and nothing happened beside me breaking a nail.
''damnit, ahh, there it is" and I bent low beside the almirah to open a loose board in the wall. We climbed in and closed the board behind us. We slid down the passage and reached a landing ''ugh'' said Mikayla '' I got wet"
"I know this not probably the best time....but that's what she said,"
The lady stared at him, "Seriously?"
He giggled
I hit a switch. It turned on the lights in the room. It was a fairly sized room. There were blue tile lights on the roof, and the entire room was painted white. It had wooden floors and moonlight shown through a window.''Welcome to casa del...me"
"nice'' She said and went forward and started checking out a couple of guns. I went forward and picked up my suit. It was a bullet-proof vest that had a green emerald drawn on it. The jeans had 2 knee holsters and designated places for holding a couple of flashbangs and smoke grenades. There was a belt which had a place for holding a grapple and some charges.
"Why did you own that shack"
"I knew I would be getting in a pickle sooner or later, so I needed to have a place to crash."
"well suit up we leave in an hour," Peter said to Mikayla. They regrouped in about an hour. Peter was wearing his suit and was sitting on the table playing on his phone. Mikayla came in wearing a jean jacket a white shirt and a black Trousers. She had a couple of guns in her pocket.
Peter stared at her smiling.
"what I only got this, it's not my fault," said Mikayla defensively
"you look beautiful,"
"okay lover boy, we can do this later. what's the plan"
"were gonna ride,"
"But I think the Prius is not gonna make it,"
"Who said we're taking your car" I walked towards the small door at the end of the room and stepped outside. Mikayla followed. A Lamborghini was standing there. The moonlit night illuminated the car's paint job giving it a silvery glow. I opened up the door and got in.
"Now who made a dumb investment?" Peter said
"still you,''
"Fair enough," Mikayla got in the driver's seat and pulled away. She started accelerating as soon as they got on the freeway,
"This is fun, "The night was beautiful. Everything was peaceful, no loud noises no one to disturb, just tranquillity, and the sound of the engine
"I know right," I said and I reclined the seat and drifted into a deep slumber.
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Falling Pieces
AventurePeter Jones, A former soldier is now stuck at being a mall cop. When he gets approached by a person to maybe do some criminal work, He accepts. What he doesn't realise is who he is helping, and what that person has done or is capable of doing. Will...
