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 In that moment, we all knew what was happening. The rev of motorcycle engines was enough of a sign that we weren't wanted here. Taking what we could, we ran. The plastic bags stuffed in our pockets popped, the money spilled onto the floor. It didn't matter anymore. Salvage what you could be for our rivals burnt it all to the ground.
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 So many simple things in life that plague us, but the one thing we need most we have so little of, not that we use what we have well. Timing is important in my work, after all, if I have poor timing, the target escapes. No confirmed kill, no payment and soon I would be running away from hostile agents, security guards or even the good ol’ police.
 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.
 Doctor Jackson snorted loudly as he woke up. The chair wobbled beneath him, but he quickly caught himself. Grasping the desk with a tired mind begging to know what was happening. Eventually, the mental wires connected and the engines started. Somebody was knocking at his door.
 “I’m losing my mind here,” Steven murmured. “No matter what I do, there always seems to be someone in my way. Someone who just doesn’t know any better and needs to be removed. Of course, when they need to be removed, they love to struggle and-”
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