Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof, PART I"





The sniper was sitting at my table, drinking a cold one that he found in the back of my fridge (lucky bastidge). I was sitting across from him. Tied, to my chair. Ducky was tied to another chair.



"what do you want to kill me for?" i asked him.



"money, mostly."



"MONEY?!"



"no i said 'honey'. OF COURSE MONEY!"



"fine, be a jackass...see if i care."



that sort of bothered him, I could tell.



"I'll do that." he removed my usp from the floor where it landed as I quickly threw my hands into the air in fear as he pointed the barel of his .357 at my nose.



"Who are you?" I asked.



"Willet, don't you remember the face of your partner?"



"Obviously not, faggot."



he slapped me. it hurt. i screamed. like a girl.



Standing, he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a small, circular tatoo of an ape head.



"TABRIS! What the he-"



"watch your mouth, this IS the JCF..."



"Yah yah...where was I...oh yah...TABRIS! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU-"



"Doing here? I'm here to kill you, remember?"



"No, actually, I was going to ask what you were doing with your life..."



"Oh not much...the general. sniping mostly. I heard you got kicked out of the FBI, so I figgered there was a reason. I then found out that you were being set up. I figgered someone would pay to have you put out by a nuetral unknown persons that would not be linked to them."



"You bloody bastidge!"



he slapped me again.



"would you stop that? it really hurts!"



"sure."



meanwhile, ducky was just sitting there, all quiet like. I never even thought to ask how she was doing or why she came and started shooting. Or how she knew about the stuff. And about Tabris.



"Say, tabris, what does GB stand for?"



"Goldbones, fool."



Too be continued...