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 “Can you hand me those nails?” Louis asked.
Catherine took a handful out of the bucket and placed it in his open hand so he could resume his hammering. The windows were just about secure, but it was made difficult work thanks to the sun. It had to be now of all times for the heatwave to strike.
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 Kor was a strange man to say the least. He spent all his time indoors, ordering food with the help of today's technology. He had the money for everything, so what practical reason was there for leaving? For me, someone who has a life and relationship, plenty, but for him, not at all.
 Paul stared at the water, but it was the same still blue. He cut an angry glance at Melissa.
“You told me they would swim past by now,” Paul reminded her. “Come on, the school of Nemos were pretty cool,” Melissa replied, leaning over the rails.  Target acquired, time for execution. From the routine he had, he would be walking into the bar I worked at and then after that, he would be paying a visit to the docks. At least, that’s what I predicted. When it comes to working in the field, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. A great assassin should plan for every possible outcome and even some impossible ones.
 “The bait is one thing that will help get a bite,” my father murmured. “However, it is the lure that attracts them. That is fishing in a nutshell. Bait helps, but a great lure is a must.”
“Yeah, I understand that,” I replied. “But you know what would be a great, if we could use those special sound effects that attract fish.” |
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