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The Fuckover
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The Fuckover (by Achilles)
After I knocked my spotter out cold, I got back into my chair and looked
through my rifle scope again. I found the Mayor's suite on the 33rd
floor of the Ambule building. I couldn't have asked for a better view
to a kill. And the best part was who would have suspected that a police
sniper, one of the Mayor's very own, was about to screw him over.
He was with a girl now. Hot as balls; shoulder length blonde hair, a
fine body, but I knew the type. If she had any brains, she wouldn't
have been with the porker. I picked up the phone.
RING.
They were making out in the bed room. Both down to their underwear.
Pick up the phone, Goddamit.
RING..
His first reactions were not to pick up the phone at all, but I didn't
let up. He finally grabbed it.
"Hello ?"
"Hello, Mr. Mayor. Listen closely. You are going to do everything I
say."
"Who the Hell is this ?" he asked indignantly.
"Someone you pushed too far. Now you're gonna get some back."
"I don't know what kind of whacko you are -- but you're sick! And I'm
not going to have any part of this!"
He hung up. I called him back.
I saw him curse and kiss the girl a few times, but the phone kept
ringing. Finally he cursed "Goddammit!" and picked up the phone.
"Hello !"
"Mr. Mayor, it's me again. You see that pillow next to your whore ?"
"I'm calling the police right now, Mister. You're fucking with the
MAYOR!"
I aimed the rifle at the pillow and fired. The furry thing exploded
into a million feathers and the girl jumped out of bed. No sound
either. You've gotta love silencers.
"JESUS CHRIST!"
"You make a move, Mr. Mayor, and the next thing that explodes is gonna
be your head -- you got that ?" I said.
"Jesus! Yeah! Fuck!"
"Get some rope, Mr. Mayor. Tie the whore to the bed..."
TO BE CONTINUED ....
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