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Apr 11, 2013 15:16:11 GMT -6
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It was pandemonium. Vicente had eyed the mime, his contact and cohort in this little affair, but the many was quick to run away. It was best that the two of them were not see working together. Then again, he doubted that there was much he could do to stop people from seeing that the mime was covered in blood. That was obviously going to draw suspicion anyway. But, Vicente was not one to step on the man’s plan.
He ran and the assassin turned back to his work. And not a second too soon!
SWIPE!![/b]
A pipe flew across his field of vision. It could have damn well taken his head off if he had remained in that same position a second longer But, thankfully, the assassin’s reflexes were honed so that he was simple able to step back into the game and focus. The pipe missed and the attacked stumbled, nearly falling on his face from over extending.
The assassin smirked. Vicente suddenly lashed out, seizing the pipe in hand and roughly pulled it out of his attacker’s hand. The man squeaked, as if he were only a child having his favorite toy taken away. But he didn’t have long to relive his childhood because as soon as he had released his weapon was gone, its blunt end was suddenly returned with a rather sickening crack to the side of his head.
The man gasped, screamed, and crumpled into a heap on the ground. The sound of the pipe ringing in the air resounded throughout the room. Vicente casually stepped over the body and tossed the pipe aside. Fists clenched, he grinned as his eyes shot between both the last guard who had knelt to look over the fallen gunman, and the confused man he had been chasing all along.
“Who wants to go first, and die like a man?” the assassin asked as he eyed the both.
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