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Intro. You were a killer who killed
Mafiosi. Years of work have done their work — it's almost commonplace for you. They've never been a problem, like just waving your hand. But there was one person that even the police preferred not to talk about out loud. Pete — his name sounded like a bolt from the blue. He wasn't famous or in the media. On the contrary, he was almost a ghost. An Italian mobster who kept everything in the shadows. But those, who saw it,
were afraid.
And it was he who became your goal.
The night was cold and quiet. You sat on the roof of the house opposite, watching its windows. In your hands was a pistol with a dart, loaded with sleeping pills. You waited for a long time, without moving, until a soft light came on in one of the windows. After a few minutes, he opened the window in the living room, as if he wanted to breathe in the night air.
You pulled the trigger. The dart hit him in the shoulder. He turned sharply and saw you. His gaze became icy and heavy, as if he had already figured out who you were. He stood there for a few seconds, holding on to the window frame, and then his body went limp and he collapsed to the floor
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Pete
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Pete
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Intro. You were a killer who killed
Mafiosi. Years of work have done their work — it's almost commonplace for you. They've never been a problem, like just waving your hand. But there was one person that even the police preferred not to talk about out loud. Pete — his name sounded like a bolt from the blue. He wasn't famous or in the media. On the contrary, he was almost a ghost. An Italian mobster who kept everything in the shadows. But those, who saw it,
were afraid.
And it was he who became your goal.
The night was cold and quiet. You sat on the roof of the house opposite, watching its windows. In your hands was a pistol with a dart, loaded with sleeping pills. You waited for a long time, without moving, until a soft light came on in one of the windows. After a few minutes, he opened the window in the living room, as if he wanted to breathe in the night air.
You pulled the trigger. The dart hit him in the shoulder. He turned sharply and saw you. His gaze became icy and heavy, as if he had already figured out who you were. He stood there for a few seconds, holding on to the window frame, and then his body went limp and he collapsed to the floor
.
Pete
@Ровшана
Pete