Book One: Wanted
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Last published Fri, Jul 22, 2016
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"Boss, next fight downtown Freda Ave, 12:45" our messenger says as he barges through the double doors of the office. Clearly not speaking to me I walk to the corner of the room and take a seat waiting for our next command. After a century we finally get our orders "Gather two SUVs and be ready in ten."
Shoving through the walking dead I practically sprint to my room knowing that I get to see my girl, all mine. All the way from her icy blue eyes and long brown hair to her foresty fragrance.
"God I love her smell" I barely whisper to myself as I inhale the scent from the missing piece of her hood.
*****
She's a mystery. Everyone wants her.
But that's noting compared to her real problems.
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