Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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'how did you get one of these?'
"as former Director of Operations, sir, you should know the stupidity of that question"
'I guess your right. What can I do for you'
"take my name off the back, and put this one in its place"
'who's this?'
"a friend"
'give me an hour' -
I finally take a deep breath and open the door. The smell of Old Spice and Axe hits me and I shut the door and lean against it. Two months....
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I already have the plan execution ready in my mind while Foley works on the engravement.
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I slowly walk across the room to the cabinet where I kept all his mementos. The baseball bat we used to play baseball with, his plaque from the college where he played and won the state championship for football, along with many others. And the bunny feet. Mine was white, his was silver-grey.
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The ex-Director hands the award back. 'here you go, Carson'
"thank you sir. Your fee?"
'free, for a friend. Just tell Clark I said hello'
"will do sir, thanks" -
I run my fingers down the wood. 'Big brother, I'm not going to forget our times that we used these to get out of trouble. I'd just hate them to go to waste.' I opened the cabinet door and slowly take the rabbit's feet out. I shut the door and left the room.
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I drive back to my condo. I find my brothers ammo case, and the necklace he made for his girlfriend out of melted down shell casings. A brilliant gold.
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I set the feet on the table, and wonder what I should do next.
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I also find his dog tags from basic. I take off the chain and put it next to the wrapped gift.
(I'll let you control the ambush, just say something like noise outside your door or a strange van) -
I remember the gun I had seen in Mr. Carson's car, and I go back to the room. I'm pretty sure Eric had some bullets the same size.
(Okay. You were gonna be the guys, right? And was it going to happen in the morning or "now"?) -
(it's up to you)
I'll need to get some sleep, I turn on the TV, find a movie, and go to sleep. -
(Um, okay. The morning. As I'm leaving.)
I look into one of the drawers and pull out a box of ammo. Yep, same size. I grab the rest of them, leaving one box, and put the bullets with the rabbit's feet. -
(okay, ill have to go in 5 minutes)
Never thought id be Dirty Harry in my dreams... -
(Dang it! Okay.)
I head to my room and lay down. This had been an interesting day... -
"ya feelin lucky? Well do you punk?" I say in my sleep.
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