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Underground eXperts United
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[ Chest Shot ] [ By The GNN ]
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"CHEST SHOT"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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High above the crowded streets, on a sunny day, you could find two men on a
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roof, dressed in appropriate city camouflage, intensively observing the
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street far down below; one with the help of binoculars, the other one
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through the gun sight of a rifle.
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"The cafeteria, three o'clock", said the man with the binoculars.
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The other man moved the rifle.
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"Oh... I see what you mean."
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The cross-hair centred on a man, standing next to a little coffeshop. He
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was neatly dressed, but yet obviously nervous as if he lacked the
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self-confidence necessary for wearing such clothes with pride. He moved his
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hands in and out of his pockets.
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"Need some help, boy?" mumbled the man with the rifle.
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"Give him a couple of minutes."
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The man with the rifle opened his left eye and glanced at his associate.
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"Minutes?"
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"Never judge a book by its cover."
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"I've read many books in my time. This one is a sure shot."
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"As said, a couple of minutes."
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The man with the rifle looked into the black tube again. The man on the
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street bit his nails. He constantly studied a table by the coffeeshop. By
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the table sat a woman, reading a book, drinking a cup of tea. The sun shone
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down on them without mercy and she covered her eyes with her hand. She
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eventually put down the book and leaned back in her chair. She did not
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notice the man standing just a few yards away from her, no matter how much
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he desperately tried to get a piece of her attention.
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Less did she know about the two men on the roof, high above the city
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streets, on this sunny day.
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"It's time", established the man with the binoculars.
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"Down to business!" cheered the man with the rifle and pushed the little
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button right beside the trigger. The weapon was ready to fire.
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"On my signal."
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The woman opened her purse and brought up a packet of cigarettes. She put
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one in her mouth, then went back into the purse for the lighter. The man on
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the street seized the opportunity. He hastily fished out a box of matches
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from his pocket and charged towards to the woman. Before she even had a
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chance to grasp the situation: her cigarette glow.
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"Now, please."
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The man on the roof pulled the trigger.
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The woman gazed at the man in the sunlight.
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"Hello there", she said softly.
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"Hi", he replied and pocketed his matchbox as if his smooth act had been
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completely spontaneous; he felt like a true gentleman.
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The rest came naturally; mission accomplished. The two men quickly
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abandoned the roof. More tasks awaited this day, as all other days, all over
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the world, from the beginning to the end through eternity.
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"Do you miss the good ole' days?" the man with the rifle asked his
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companion as they rushed down the fire ladder.
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The other man shook his head.
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"Never fancied bow and arrow that much, really."
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And they were gone.
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uXu #413 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #413
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Call KASTLEROCK -> +1-412-527-3749
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