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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FAKE

PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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