Mission steal her man

Mission steal her man

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I strut ahead and stop at the door I know or I think is the right door. "It's go time", I crack my knuckles and crack my neck or at least try to. And do 5 squats, what don't look at me like that kicking down doors needs super samurai training shit. "Ok now it's really go time", cue the spy music, dun da dun da dun da da dun. I hum to myself raise my leg and do the most kick ass kick on earth. BAM the door falls on the ground in front of me and I smirk to myself. My names Ebony Spike and I'm an expert bomb stetter offer, if you didn't get it the first time I make places go KABLAM and all that cool shit you wish you did. Now where was I ? Oh yes back to business. I walk inside the apartment suit I look around and see not a soul insight. I pause and hear a sound in the bathroom, oh great, another door to kick the living wood out of. I raise my leg and kick it down yet again and dust my shoulder proudly. "WHAT THE HELL!" Oh my I sure do love my job. I front of me stands a dashing and must I say shocked young man. "Lets go kiddo, hells a place for sinners like me", I wink at him and drag him away from the bathroom and towards the window. "WHO ARE YOU?" "Who is me? Oh that's not important darling now can you please be a gentleman and hop over the window, we'll miss our ride" "ARE YOU INSANE" " maybe, now are you coming or not, you don't really have a choice". I sigh and lift him up, gosh darn his so heavy. I open the window and stand on the ledge and jump off. "IM GIONG TO CALL THE POLICE" the guy screames through the wind. "Oh There's no need for the po po" I shout back as we near the concrete floor. Relax we're not dead . We emerge in front of the window, this time in a helicopter outside in the air. *warning* contains *cool leather jackets * boots with spikes long enough to puncture your balls through the screen* * lots of stealing especially other girls men* *the queens pearly white blinding ass teeth* read at your own risk
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