J. Cross, Manager
Gunfire... a machine gun... and a small handgun. You can hear them pass by your head as you haul yourself up the twelve foot wall. The metal is sharp and you cut yourself several times climbing up it. Blood runs down your arms and into the sleeves of your suit. You grab the top of the wall and climb up, realizing that you had done it. You leapt from your BMW straight onto the back of a moving big rig.
"This is a bad idea," you thought, but the thought of bringing people to justice was worth it.
You slowly crawl on the truck's roof and suddenly, a thought hits you...
"Shit!"
You look back and remember that you were the only person in your car... and now you weren't in it. You watch painfully as the car careens off the road and does an abnormal flip through the center divider.
"Shit!!"
AS you continue to watch, the car does a barrel roll into a minivan and then finally subsides into a tree. The minivan is crushed instantaneously and the people inside you're sure are dead... or seriously hurt.
"Shit!" you say again, just for the sake of saying it. You sometimes think you are the worst agent ever. You weren't going to get any women now. That Beamer was the only hope you had of scoring anything. You imagine all the girls dancing on your lap that you will never have, sitting in that BMW as it crashes into that tree. You feel like an idiot.
With all the pain in your heart from losing your $23,000 car equipped with a chick magnet as an optional feature, you forget that you are on the top of a big rig going 80 miles per hour down Interstate 780. Your hands lose their grip as the truck makes a sudden swerve to the right, after the driver noticed you because he never recalled his truck saying "Shit" every time he pressed the gas. With the sudden swerve you lose balance and are flung from the truck. You can see the street below you, the trees and cars in front of you, and the wind feels good, but you know this is going to hurt. You can see the pavement... then all the stripes in the pavement... then everything goes black. You can hear someone speaking.
"This is a bad idea," you thought, but the thought of bringing people to justice was worth it.
You slowly crawl on the truck's roof and suddenly, a thought hits you...
"Shit!"
You look back and remember that you were the only person in your car... and now you weren't in it. You watch painfully as the car careens off the road and does an abnormal flip through the center divider.
"Shit!!"
AS you continue to watch, the car does a barrel roll into a minivan and then finally subsides into a tree. The minivan is crushed instantaneously and the people inside you're sure are dead... or seriously hurt.
"Shit!" you say again, just for the sake of saying it. You sometimes think you are the worst agent ever. You weren't going to get any women now. That Beamer was the only hope you had of scoring anything. You imagine all the girls dancing on your lap that you will never have, sitting in that BMW as it crashes into that tree. You feel like an idiot.
With all the pain in your heart from losing your $23,000 car equipped with a chick magnet as an optional feature, you forget that you are on the top of a big rig going 80 miles per hour down Interstate 780. Your hands lose their grip as the truck makes a sudden swerve to the right, after the driver noticed you because he never recalled his truck saying "Shit" every time he pressed the gas. With the sudden swerve you lose balance and are flung from the truck. You can see the street below you, the trees and cars in front of you, and the wind feels good, but you know this is going to hurt. You can see the pavement... then all the stripes in the pavement... then everything goes black. You can hear someone speaking.