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This is the first chapter of my story I am writting. I just wanted some imput on it
Ch 1
Survival, is it really worth it to survive. You'll go through more pain if you live to see the next day. Surviving is the only thing I can do. Surviving the sight of a dying child, the pain of a crying mother, the slight movement of a trigger. My job only lets me kill or suffer. Not die but suffer. But the pain they put me through is not the torture. Its living my self. I got out of the car
I got out into the cold rainy day with a jacket and a black briefcase. I walk up to the building in front of me and stop in front of the revolving door trying to stop myself from doing my job. I sighed and walked in. I went up to the front desk women.
"I here for an meeting with Mr. Walker"
"What's your name" she said as she began typing on the computer,
"John Marly"
Of course this was not my real name but the real John Marly is tied to a cement block about fifty feet underwater in a near by river with a bullet in his head
"Here we are you are just on time" she said as she looked from her computer
"What floor is Mr. Walker on?"
"24 sir"
"Thank you"
I already new which floor Mr. Walker was on but to not look suspicious you need to look and act average.
I walked up to the metal detector and put my suitcase on the conveyor belt. You would think that the briefcase would be filled with papers and pamphlets and whatnot, but as you know I am not normal so my briefcase is therfore not normal. So there is a gun and a bomb in my suitcase. Usually a gun would set of the alarm but due to technology it doesn't. There seems to be line casing around the inside of my briefcase so it makes an allusion of some sort. I wouldn't be the one to ask that kind of question any way. I walked through the metal detector clean and so did my brief case. I walk to the elevator pressed the up button and walked in.
I waited patiently for the floor to come. There was a ding and the doors open. I walked out and went down the hallway passed a lot of working men and women till I went to the meeting room. I walked through the glass doors and walked to the head of the table.
"Good evening gentle men," I said casually
"You are Mr. Marly aren't you," said Mr. Walker.
"Yes I am"
"So what have you got for us," snapped one of the men on the sides of the table.
"Well my presentation is the best yet and probable the last presentation you will ever see"
"Well why last" question Mr. Walker.
"It is really quite interesting it will all be explained all in a short power point I made"
I turned on a palm pilot and a presentation appeared on the screen of the near TV.
"I'll be back when the presentation is over"
You know as well as I do that I won't be back. There will be no one to go back to because the palm pilot is going to explode and kill the men in that room when the presentation reaches 3-2-1.
BANG
The bomb exploded, people screaming and guards' rushing to see what is going on. I was use to this, all of this. None of this was new to me, actually this is one of my better days. I walked up to the elevator casually and went down. While I was in the elevator I opened my brief case and got out the gun cocked it. When I reached the main floor I walked out causally as I could but a guard stopped me
"Excuse me sir but no one is permitted to leave the building," said the guard.
"I sorry I didn't know"
I began to walk off and then I turned around and shot the guard in the back. Then walked to the revolving door, shot two men that were coming my way then went to my car then drove off.
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