Episode 04: "Fun King Do Drool Kim Wrong"



Tabris was obviously trying to kill me. Like, duuuuh. Anyway, I felt bery uneasy the whole week. When a week had past since our last meeting (the one in episode three), I began to wonder if something was wrong. Tabris was a steady person .He didn't just drop a job. I knew that he was planning some master plan. OR perhaps he was just out partying. Who knew? Not me.





I had decided to drop the whole FBI coverup idea for now until Tabris was dead. (that could be a while or tomorrer...lol) I was lying in bed, awake, thinking about the happenings of the past week. Ducky never gave me a clear answer as to how she found out the info about my being set up. Still, nothing had been blamed on me yet.



I finallly drifted off to sleep for about...oh, an hour r so. That's when I heard it. Someone was in my kitchen.



I snuck out of the room and down the hall. Peeking around the corner, I saw a tall, shady figger standing in front of my fridge. It was GB, i thought.



I ran back to my room, quietly, and got my USP.





"Alright, Tabris, STOP RIGHT THERE!"



The man looked up at me, frightened, a beer in his hand.





"What do you wa-who the heck are you?!"





"I'm Tabris. I had a face lift."



"suuure you did."



"no really, shoot me! I've come to kill you!"



I noticed there was a little videocamera button on his jacket (ala enemy of the state).



I fired once. It hit the button. The bastidge fell on the ground.



Suddenly, the doors burst open and in ran SWAT like people.



Behind them was someone from the PD that I hated.



"Your under arrest, Mr. Baggins."



"That's Dowitcher, Willet Dowitcher. Not Willet Baggins. Why arrest?"



"For the murder of an innocent man getting a beer from your fridge!"



"But he is tabris the sni-oh wait, long story, won't go there."





"We know the story, Mr. Baggi-err, Dowitcher."







"YOU SET ME UP!" I yelled.





"You're smarter than you look." came hi evile reply.



In an instance, I was flying toward the nearest bad guy. His weapon was in my hands. I let out a few rounds into his face and he fell back without a head in the back.



The bad PD Officer screamed like a girl.



The other guys started to open fire, but the barel of my newly aquired weapon was pressed on the evile guy's forehead.





Too Be Continued.