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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 19:24:58 GMT -5
I cross my arms, glare at the door very crossly and loudly remark, "Well, bloody hell!" I throw my arms up in feigned frustration. "I wish my clients would stop sending me the wrong addresses, and I wish the wrong addresses would point me at the right addresses!"
I trudge off. I'm not sneaking into dat shit. I just go home, take a nice bath and contemplate the mysteries of life, the universe and 42.
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 19:46:37 GMT -5
Trap:
Day Three, Afternoon
Ah, 'tis a brand new day. Why? Because you failed. Again. Oh well, five days left to do your job.
This time, you've been informed that your mark is out on a walk by the lake. You know what bench his car is parked near, so you go and sit at the bench.
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 19:49:13 GMT -5
I check my pockets to see my inventory, hoping I somehow thought to bring a lighter and a bunch of tissues, or maybe a newspaper.
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 19:53:42 GMT -5
Trap:
You look through your pockets for anything useful, but the only thing in there was this stupid vial thingy....
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 19:55:37 GMT -5
I examine the vial more closely, and rack in my memory on how I got it and what it's supposed to be.
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 20:01:10 GMT -5
Trap:
It's a simple green vial, given to you by your informer. You don't know what's in it, but you don't have time to open it, because you see the target walking up the path. Alone.
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 20:02:54 GMT -5
I look around to see if there's anyone else around, but I try to do so inconspiciously!
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 20:05:52 GMT -5
Trap:
You are attacked by a grue.
YOU HAVE DIED.
Okay, not really... I was just feeling random XD
You look around and see a man playing fetch with his dog down by the lake, but no one else. You should probably move before the man comes... he might recognize you from the restaurant.
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 20:07:50 GMT -5
I head for the most convenient place to hide from my target.
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 20:10:22 GMT -5
What, no response at all from your "death"? XD
Trap:
You calmly walk towards the small parking lot, hiding behind the man's car.
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 20:12:11 GMT -5
If I have time, I try to pry open the fuel department (I assume it has a convenient opening near the backside) and pour the contents of the vial in.
It's either poison or NITRO EXPLOSIVES, and man, I'm not taking chances.
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 20:18:27 GMT -5
Trap:
You pour the contents into the gas tank, and you hear sizzling inside but ignore it for the time being. The man arrives at the car and starts to open the door with his keys when suddenly, there's a small boom.
Then a bigger one. You and the man are ducking for cover.
The car explodes and causes each car next to it to explode. Then the entire parking lot is in flames.
Seeing as the man is dead, you have accomplished your mission. The man who hired you hears the news and laughs. He was going to pay you $50,000, but seeing as you're dead, he doesn't need to. And that just saves him the 20 grand he would pay someone to kill you afterwards anyway. But, without further ado...
CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'VE WON!!!
*queue fireworks*
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Post by servant on Sept 13, 2008 20:31:47 GMT -5
Hooray! I win!
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Post by aleX on Sept 13, 2008 20:37:09 GMT -5
Hooray! Now for Bilby, since he said he wanted in on this shindig.
Bilby:
You are sitting in your office, filing some... files into a.... file cabinet. Perhaps you shouldn't haven't had reapplied for this redundant job in the Redundant Department of Redundancy. It's getting rather redundant....
One of the files looks rather odd though. A big TOP-SECRET stamp on it didn't help it's secrecy.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Sept 13, 2008 20:40:45 GMT -5
I decide to try and take a nap, hoping nobody will notice due to my own redundancy. I pick up the top secret file hoping to use it as as part of some padding for a makeshift paper pillow.
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