|From:||Tricks L. Hosteled|
|Subject:||[ToutDoux-list] Sample Pack|
|Date:||Mon, 02 Oct 2006 09:15:18 -0500|
He had left acres of clear space between the last line of the report and his signature. She went first and we didnt talk. I gave them a cheerful wave through the window and gunned the armored truck away from the curb. Ignoring the pain as well as I could I looked around the ambulance, looking for a way to capitalize on the bit of luck that had kept me still alive while she thought I was dead. Which was probably the best thing for him because I was in a skull-fracturing humor. Over there. The tension and then the relief after getting the shot had me all loosened up. There appeared to be no obvious signs of the Counts plans, outside of the number of armed retainers who lounged about and practiced uninterestedly in the shooting ranges.
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