Hired Assasin
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You get home to your 6th story apartment. You toss your jacket on the bed, pop open the fridge and grab a cold one. As you look over on your answering machine you can see the light on the message machine blinking. You start to wonder who could have called ya now. You start to think about the cute lil blonde ya met last night at the club. You walk over and click the playback.
"6:18" says the voice and then hangs up.
Sounds like some weird strange guy, but in your line of business who isn't strange. You look at your watch and it's 6:17. You start to wonder well what the hell is gonna happen at 6:18. Then the phone rings. You look at your watch it's 6:18.
You get home to your 6th story apartment. You toss your jacket on the bed, pop open the fridge and grab a cold one. As you look over on your answering machine you can see the light on the message machine blinking. You start to wonder who could have called ya now. You start to think about the cute lil blonde ya met last night at the club. You walk over and click the playback.
"6:18" says the voice and then hangs up.
Sounds like some weird strange guy, but in your line of business who isn't strange. You look at your watch and it's 6:17. You start to wonder well what the hell is gonna happen at 6:18. Then the phone rings. You look at your watch it's 6:18.