Every Spy for Himself

Every Spy for Himself

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Contains: - swearing - occasional killing sprees - no vampires, werewolves etc. - no Easter Bunnies, fairies etc. "Where the fuck is it?!" Finn interrupted me once again by hitting the little garden gnome across the face, again. Seriously, this is kind of aggravating. Can't you just get a stupid task done? Find a bad person, kill the bad person. It’s logical thinking! If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you move on! But no, you must feel power rush through your tiny balls first. “Alright, Finn you had your fun, let’s go! Hurry up!” I kindly demanded from my beloved brother who in response, took his gun out, shot the cute little elf right between the eyes, putting him in deep, permanent sleep. There, job done.
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No Escape

Johnny Brasco was shot and killed on the side of the road in the evening in New York City. His death triggers a lot of connections, such as one from his line of work - the dangerous kind. The killer is now on the loose, but for how long? That is up to the English mob to decide. With Jacob Withson at the top, an operation is created to bring down his ruthless rival, and the killer themselves, is suspected to be amongst them. Will he risk his life and the lives of his people to avenge his late friend? Or will he become the next victim? [[word count: 40,000-46,000 words]] Cover designed by Anthony Creek *** He heard banging and screams, but he still proceeded to try the knob anyway. Which was already a dumb move. The victim wouldn't have struggled if the door wasn't locked in the first place. A voice yelled, "Help!" It came from behind the door. Marcus turned around to see if anyone had followed him upstairs, but then he saw no one except a painting on the wall. "Leonardo!" the voice yelled again. "Stop playing games with me. Get me the fuck out of here! Right fucking now!" "Gianna?" Marcus yelled back. "Is that you?" There was no response for a moment. He was assuming that the woman was assessing the situation. "Gianna?" Marcus yelled again. "Hey, it's me! I'm getting you outta here!" "Marcus! How did you get in here?" "Don't worry about it!" He punched the door knob like a clueless idiot, testing if it would break that easily. But he guessed not. All he got in the process was a half-broken knuckle. "Stay away from the door!" he yelled at the woman. "What?!" she replied. Marcus decided to take a few steps away from the door, positioned his shoulders at the right angle, and inhaled a small amount of air for his chest to relax. He allowed his mind to grab the momentum. Afterwards he called it a start and rushed toward the door, like an angry bull upon seeing a red flag.

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