Sabea
03-07-2008, 05:12
Dripping rain was one thing, indeed it was not even the thing he was most worried about. The droplets splashed off his hat, slipped under the up turned collar of his shirt and generally made themselves annoying to him. Still he as highly trained and carefully picked, there was no point sending an idiot. Terrorists should not get caught, that was not part of the plan. He stood, his hand gripping the barrel of his Ak-47 and walked to the edge of the roof. He could not believe that it had been so easy to slip the gun across the border, did people not look at the disassembled piles of junk that were laying around the back seat of his car, admittedly none of them looked like a gun, but you never knew. He looked at the busy street below him and :mp5::mp5::mp5: Even before people started screaming he had dropped the gun into a barrel, covered it in oil and set it on fire. He was gone before the first cop arrived.
"Its a start," he said to himself as he left.
"Its a start," he said to himself as he left.