Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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My heart began beating faster. "Well, wonderful. I'm going to be late though, so if you'll excuse me..." I sidle past him to keep walking.
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Ernesto pulls out a pistol and clubs you in the back of the head, knocking you unconscious.
(sorry for the brutality) -
(Heh, it's fine! He is a terrorist...)
I saw the pistol coming at me and tried to duck, but I was too late. I did manage to discreetly pull the rabbits foot out of my pocket before everything went black. -
Ernesto: Pablo, Juan, carry her out to the van. I'll alert our pilot.
Ernesto's two goons carry you back to the van, they drive off to the airport. Where they load you onto a private jet and fly to Colombia...
I realize both the noisemakers I planted yesterday are off, someone's been in here... -
When I finally wake up, my head hurts like no other, and there's this odd sound. Like a buzzing. I didn't move, but glanced around. Everything was spinning...
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I sign for the shipment of food the boss ordered, then I check the camera system. Six frames of somebody entering, doing something suspicious, and leaving.
'wait, where's Emily?' -
(Haha you got the 666 post!!! lol anyways... xP)
When things come into focuse, I realize I'm on a plane. Oh, this is not good. How could I have been so stupid?! I should never have touched a rabbit foot that wasn't mine for so long... Forget that, where am I? -
(really? I didnt notice!)
I send the footage to the local police.
'Emily should be in by now, something's not right' -
(Yeah. Meh.)
Now the questions are, where am I, how did I get here, and how do I get out? I shuffle around a little. -
I call the boss and make up a BS story about a stakeout. I drive towards her apartment...
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I wiggle my fingers and toes. I'm not tied up, and this is a plane. Okay, now where are we going? I cough. Would anyone hear me?
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I pull up in front of your apartment complex and ask the manager which one you live in.
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Manager: He points up. "Number 69. Usually I don't give out info, but..."
I slowly stand up. Someone didn't know how to drive a plane. -
"thanks, I'm just a concerned friend" I start up a staircase.
The airplane starts to descend. -
Manager: He nods and goes back to his paperwork.
My stomach lurches and a sit down. No sense walking here. I checked the position of the knives. They were all still there. I smiled.
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