Pete pulled in front of Capello's. Joe had just got there too. He managed to get all of his 300lbs of muscle out of the Firebird. He wore a long black trenchcoat. What was hidden inside? Bad news for Bosa. Peter grinned.
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Pete pulled in front of Capello's. Joe had just got there too. He managed to get all of his 300lbs of muscle out of the Firebird. He wore a long black trenchcoat. What was hidden inside? Bad news for Bosa. Peter grinned.
He was rummaging in Kate's desk. Looking for something else. "Kate...I've found your passport." He said in the dark. "But what's this? It says your name is Mary...Were you thinking of going to the castle later today?....without....ME?!" She felt the passport slap against her head. "Kate...Mary...Whoever the f**K you are...You're going to learn... why I'm called Bosanoca..."
Joe and Pete walked towards Capello's house. As Joe got closer Peter could hear metal dangling inside Joe's coat.
C-Man,
Check PM.
PS: What is wrong with ur phone!!!!! :? :evil:
Joe swaggered his way over to Bosanoca only to choke and fall to the ground writhing and foaming at the mouth "Gracias Santa Ria" Bosanoca looked over to Pete all the while chanting under his breath, he closed his eyes and exhaled and whispered "Feel the Fuego ese?" as Pete realized how his hands seemed to be on fire
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Gracias Santa Ria - thank you Santa Ria, a form of south american black arts
Fuego - fire
Ese- slang for close friend
Bosa spotted a small red circle on his left sholder from the corner of his eye. Suddenly scorching heat ran up his veins in left sholder. It was a dart. What was it? Who was it? Bosa looked up. It was Joe. The same, but another Joe!
awww come on Surya :? :roll:
please have another go at it :)
aww. Ok. Lets see......
Bosa turned around to find nothing. Kate was gone. SHe must have slipped away during the fight. Where? "KAAATE!!!!!"
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Kate was back in the bedroom, rummaging thru the calico wrapped silver daggers with their precious stones, encrusted on the handle. She picked one out, to read the old Hebrew inscriptions on it...........
"Kate! This isn't how its supposed to go!" Bosanoca screamed as he began moving to the bedroom. Somewhere behind him he heard someone whisper, "Trick shot motherf**ker," and a loud BLAMM! echoed throughout the apartment. Bosanoca whirled around in time to see Pete collapse with a glock in his hand. He growled before he noticed that his shirt was now turning dark red...
Pete was leaning against the door. Bosanoca was furious! The pain didn't matter to him now. "How many times do I have to kill you boy??!!!" He yelled and started at Pete. CHOK! CHOK! CHOK! Bosa flew across the room. Joeseph Pike. An AK.