The impossible mission [Discontinued] Seriously This Is Awful

The impossible mission [Discontinued] Seriously This Is Awful

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'The man sat down at the table completely unaware the finger of death was pointed his way. The finger took the form of a sniper barrel, a sniper barrel that was pointed at his forehead, directly between the eyes. Mark Quinne took a breath to steady his aim and fired, fired the bullet that would end the life of Nicholas Colt a young journalist who had poked his nose into too many secrets. Secrets in Mark's line of business got you killed or worse and Colt had finally discovered as journalists often do one secret too big for him and now he had to die.' Don't read its discontinued for a reason its terrible save ur sanity and run. Don't Waste Your Life reading this the amazon is burning guys go do something about that I genuinely hate myself for ever thinking I could write, you think this is bad you should read my drafts, now that's terrible
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