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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 11, 2007 18:47:50 GMT -5
"You have Coke-a-Cola?" he asked taking another bite.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 11, 2007 18:53:21 GMT -5
he stood up"good i dont have to smack you upside the head."lesson two, dont drink, you can be called in any moment and last think you need is to have a hang over."with that he waked into the kitchedn and pulled two bottled of coak out oof the frig and tossed one to him
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 11, 2007 19:31:57 GMT -5
Mike caught it and tapped the cap. He fought the urge to rub his head where he was almost sure he had already been smacked. "By the by," he said, "Do you think I could stay here? I don't have a place where I really live right now."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 11, 2007 19:35:40 GMT -5
he sat down and leaned back."i suppose you can take the guest room."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 11, 2007 19:42:46 GMT -5
"You, sir, are my saviour," Mike said with a relieved sigh. No matter how insulating newspaper can be, he never got used to sleeping outside.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 11, 2007 19:47:52 GMT -5
he nodded slightly."we start training tomarrow, im still on vacation"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 11, 2007 19:52:29 GMT -5
"Um...just to clarify, what kind of training?" he asked. He wanted to know whether or not he'd be better off just fleeing the country now.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 11, 2007 19:53:54 GMT -5
he smirked"youll find out soon enugh"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 11, 2007 19:58:29 GMT -5
After the first good night of sleep, it seemed, Mike had ever had, he woke up early. It was cold in the morning, but being as he hand't changed clothes anyway, he didn't think of puting something warmer on. All he had was a pair of sweat pants in the bag he'd brought with him from his parents' house. At the back of his mind was what he could expect from training. As long as it wasn't eating boiled chicken six times a day for six months.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 14, 2007 22:46:25 GMT -5
that was what Bruise had pland and what he fed him. also the dayly work out that had the kid tired at the end of the day.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 15, 2007 1:05:37 GMT -5
After a few days of the routine, Mike was certain of the one thought on his mind. "You're trying to kill me," he said into the pillow as he lay face down on the couch, dead tired.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 15, 2007 20:48:16 GMT -5
he chuckled and sat in a chair"if you were in better shape you wouldent be so tired."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 15, 2007 21:27:45 GMT -5
Mike didn't look up, but flipped him off. "I have the body of a reader," he said, "What does this have to do with shooting some one?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 15, 2007 22:06:27 GMT -5
"you have to be strong enought to hold the big guns"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 19, 2007 4:19:49 GMT -5
"And you went through this when you first started out?" he asked looking up from the soft executioner's block beneath his head.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 19, 2007 11:56:52 GMT -5
he sat down on a chair and thought for a moment."i wasnt a stick like you kid."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 19, 2007 15:03:43 GMT -5
"Thanks for that," he said sarcastically. He moved himself so that he was sitting up.
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