Order are Orders_Your Trunk is Leaking_For The Next Meal_Two Green Eyes Staring at Me
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Order are Orders
“Fuck you, sir.”“What did you say to me, private?!”“Fuck you, sir.”“How dare you speak to an officer…”“Holy shit! The new private just knocked the LT out.”“I ain’t www.onedoor.ccsee shit. C’mon Jones, lets beat feet. Besides, there’s Sergeant Moultry’s, let him take care of it.”“What the fuck happened here, private?” “LT, you good? Come on; on your feet, sir.”“Huh? Ye-yea-yeah, I’m fine sergeant.”“Well, private?”“There is nothing to ask him, Moultry, he assaulted me! An enlisted soldier struck a commissioned officer, what else do you need to know?”“I want to know what you want done, lieutenant?”“I want a fi...
Your Trunk is Leaking
“Roll the carpet to your left… Your other left…”“This guy’s a real porker, Johnny, who is he?”“Pasquale Pappalardi, also known as Fat Pat. One of Salvatore Manera’s top enforcers.”“We bagged him too easy.”“Most men don’t carry guns in the shower, Dante.”“So, the war over control of the Bronx has begun and we drew first blood. Nice.”“Did you pick up the spent shells?”“Yeah.”“Did you wipe down the bathroom, the front door, and any place else we may have touched?”“Yeah. I know what to do, Johnny.”“Is this the first man you’ve killed?”“Well… Yeah…”“Then you need to follow the checklist I told you...
For The Next Meal
It’s a cool and quiet night. The only sounds accompanying Alder are the gentle breeze and his horse’s hooves against the hard, dry dirt. The sky is clear, with stars sparsely sprinkled across the dark. The moon is full and bright. The nearest town is miles away. He would know, he left there that evening with a job to do. A howl sounds, long and high pitched, ringing against the quiet. It’s distant, so much so that Alder barely hears it. It’s hard to place the exact direction it came from, but he’s able to discern a general location. He isn’t new to this work, he knows where these beasts tend t...
Two Green Eyes Staring at Me
Two Green Eyes Staring at Me Suzanne Marsh “You’re gonna do what? Are you insane? This is 2020 not 1900 Texas!” Mace wiped the sweat from his face, as he glared at his brother Jake. “Look, Jake, if we don’t move those longhorns, we can kiss the ranch goodbye. What Part of this ranch is not making money don’t you understand. This is really simple, we can Give up ranching or run the cattle from McAllen to Brownsville, I called Juan Gonzales ...