Kill Games
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Last published Sat, Sep 29, 2018
Wonder what its like to be a double agent, getting assassination requests and being caught right in the middle of government under dealings and yeah its full of the double crossing game..
Wonder how to survive when you are forced to be a killer?
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Pacing the length of his living room, Mike Dudson is in a very tensed, stressed state of mind. Muttering to himself what, who, and why will anybody request him do something as crazy as this.
Never in my life have I resorted to violence, let alone take a life. He thought to himself.
Trying to even out and weigh his situation, he stares hard at the parcel on his table, containing the picture of his target, a letter giving him a time limit, six bullet shells and a gun.
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