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Tourniquet
1st Chapter : The Loft
(enter the main character, and the damsel of the story unbeknownst to the main character)
-DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES, 7:00 AM-
On a 10th floor loft in the middle of downtown L.A. on busy 7th St. A man wakes up, he notices his pet rabbit, named Chappy, nibbling on some greens. He looks at the bunny, wondering, "What's life like in the eyes of a bunny?".
His name is Diego. The only son of a working mother and father, both dying in a terrible accident when he was very young. He's 23. He had been orphaned at age 5. His profession is nothing like a normal businessman in this bustling city full of skyscrapers, suits, and other professional things, to be blunt, he is a professional hitman. But he isn't your typical hitman. Diego has killed influentials, desirables, and the undesirables, for a price. The way he eliminated his bounties are like the way Navy Seal snipers kill their targets. He lives in a loft that takes up about a third of the tenth floor in a highrise on 7th St and Flower St. The weapons to dispatch his targets are only what militaries and snipers dream of. After watching his rabbit nibbling away obliviously to his master's eyes, a phone rings.
"Yes?" Diego says.
The voice on the other side belongs to his guardian angel of sorts, Marco.
"You're up early"
"So I am, why do you insist on bothering me so early?"
"I got your assignments for you, they're in the car. Just log on to the computer and you'll find them."
"I wonder who this time."
Exasperated, Diego hangs up the phone. Then a knock on the door. Looking back, he grabs a black 9MM glock pistol and looks through the peephole on the door. He notices a black-haired girl, about 20ish, face as beautiful as a white dahlia, skin as white as now, and lips rosy red. He holsters the gun and opens the door.
"Can I help you?"
"Hola."
"Hola a ti, como te puedo servirle?"
"My name is Prussia"
"Encantado, You must be new to the floor"
"I just moved in next door to you, thought I would introduce myself."
He gazed at her, she was dressed to kill, a low cut skirt, white top, and a pink beanie with the straps hanging loosely. He couldn't help to think "What's a pretty lady like this one doing in this stupid city all alone."
"Awesome. Can I get you something coc-coffee?" he stuttered, stunned at the beauty in front of him.
"No, I'm okay. I need help moving some heavy boxes though."
He obliges. He grabs his fatigues and a shirt and gets dressed. He steps outside to help her move the stuff in. He is still in amazement he's talking to such a lovely woman. He doesn't believe at love in first sight, but he was beginning to feel otherwise. She moved like the wind, her figure was straight hourglass. His mind was mixed up, his daily routine, and then helping out a lady move into her new place.
"Where are you from?"
"Argentina."
"De veras? Why so far?"
"Long story."
He was imagining that his lips were pressed onto hers, sharing a passionate kiss. Then he walked into a wall and fell backwards, he felt something break.
"Hijo de su chingada madreI broke it I think."
She came over to him to see if she was ok.
"Are you all right sweetheart?"
"I'm fine. Thank you."
After about 10 minutes, he brought the last of the stuff in. She thanked him and he left the apartment. Feeling rather embarrassed, he got up. Went back to his loft, jumped into the shower. He was steel hard, trying to get the image of passion out of his head and focus on the task at hand. Little did he realize, the targets he would have to off would be high rollers in Los Angeles, a mob informant from Las Vegas, and a porn star who knew a little too much about the shady world of Porn.
He got out, got dressed, a suit with tie, black motocross boots, and his pistol holsters. He had a pair of 9MM Glocks, but his preferred weapon of choice was a long blade concealed in a graphite pool cue. He picked up a briefcase that held a sniper rifle and a needle containing a powerful poison mixed from the most venomous snakes on earth. He went down to his ride, a black Mercedes SLK 500, in the trunk, was an assault rifle, and below the barrel, a chainsaw-type bayonet. Truly a freakish weapon. He hopped into the car, and logged on to to the computer. The targets he had to dispatch came up.
Tourniquet
1st Chapter : The Loft
(enter the main character, and the damsel of the story unbeknownst to the main character)
-DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES, 7:00 AM-
On a 10th floor loft in the middle of downtown L.A. on busy 7th St. A man wakes up, he notices his pet rabbit, named Chappy, nibbling on some greens. He looks at the bunny, wondering, "What's life like in the eyes of a bunny?".
His name is Diego. The only son of a working mother and father, both dying in a terrible accident when he was very young. He's 23. He had been orphaned at age 5. His profession is nothing like a normal businessman in this bustling city full of skyscrapers, suits, and other professional things, to be blunt, he is a professional hitman. But he isn't your typical hitman. Diego has killed influentials, desirables, and the undesirables, for a price. The way he eliminated his bounties are like the way Navy Seal snipers kill their targets. He lives in a loft that takes up about a third of the tenth floor in a highrise on 7th St and Flower St. The weapons to dispatch his targets are only what militaries and snipers dream of. After watching his rabbit nibbling away obliviously to his master's eyes, a phone rings.
"Yes?" Diego says.
The voice on the other side belongs to his guardian angel of sorts, Marco.
"You're up early"
"So I am, why do you insist on bothering me so early?"
"I got your assignments for you, they're in the car. Just log on to the computer and you'll find them."
"I wonder who this time."
Exasperated, Diego hangs up the phone. Then a knock on the door. Looking back, he grabs a black 9MM glock pistol and looks through the peephole on the door. He notices a black-haired girl, about 20ish, face as beautiful as a white dahlia, skin as white as now, and lips rosy red. He holsters the gun and opens the door.
"Can I help you?"
"Hola."
"Hola a ti, como te puedo servirle?"
"My name is Prussia"
"Encantado, You must be new to the floor"
"I just moved in next door to you, thought I would introduce myself."
He gazed at her, she was dressed to kill, a low cut skirt, white top, and a pink beanie with the straps hanging loosely. He couldn't help to think "What's a pretty lady like this one doing in this stupid city all alone."
"Awesome. Can I get you something coc-coffee?" he stuttered, stunned at the beauty in front of him.
"No, I'm okay. I need help moving some heavy boxes though."
He obliges. He grabs his fatigues and a shirt and gets dressed. He steps outside to help her move the stuff in. He is still in amazement he's talking to such a lovely woman. He doesn't believe at love in first sight, but he was beginning to feel otherwise. She moved like the wind, her figure was straight hourglass. His mind was mixed up, his daily routine, and then helping out a lady move into her new place.
"Where are you from?"
"Argentina."
"De veras? Why so far?"
"Long story."
He was imagining that his lips were pressed onto hers, sharing a passionate kiss. Then he walked into a wall and fell backwards, he felt something break.
"Hijo de su chingada madreI broke it I think."
She came over to him to see if she was ok.
"Are you all right sweetheart?"
"I'm fine. Thank you."
After about 10 minutes, he brought the last of the stuff in. She thanked him and he left the apartment. Feeling rather embarrassed, he got up. Went back to his loft, jumped into the shower. He was steel hard, trying to get the image of passion out of his head and focus on the task at hand. Little did he realize, the targets he would have to off would be high rollers in Los Angeles, a mob informant from Las Vegas, and a porn star who knew a little too much about the shady world of Porn.
He got out, got dressed, a suit with tie, black motocross boots, and his pistol holsters. He had a pair of 9MM Glocks, but his preferred weapon of choice was a long blade concealed in a graphite pool cue. He picked up a briefcase that held a sniper rifle and a needle containing a powerful poison mixed from the most venomous snakes on earth. He went down to his ride, a black Mercedes SLK 500, in the trunk, was an assault rifle, and below the barrel, a chainsaw-type bayonet. Truly a freakish weapon. He hopped into the car, and logged on to to the computer. The targets he had to dispatch came up.
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asdeputas:
digamos que mi cabezita dio un twist off inesperado....
explosiveorchid:
es ExplosiveOrchid, casi nunca lo uso... usas messenger?
