The man lay on the
unstable wonky warehouse roof. He darted his eyes to a man carrying a crate. He
peered through his rifles scope. Bang!...The man was dead.
Later that day police
cars echoed their noise all over the place. The man still lay as stiff as a log
on the ground and blood gushed out of his four head like rapids. The killer was
no where to be seen. Where could he have gone? There wasn't even any foot steps
and the ground was four inch thick in mud. This was strange. Where was he? He
must have flown away.
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