The Empty Guest Room_Family names_Project D2_These Are The Rules
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The Empty Guest Room
David and Clinton were both one time inhabitants of the corner garden room in our L shaped bungalow. The short end of the L protruded into the lawn, and had a lovely airy bedroom with steps leading down to the garden. Since it was on the ground floor it had naturally been set aside as a guest room. Every week my brother Aidan brought home one of the hostel boys he boarded with in the city to our spacious suburban bungalow. Daddy worked with a multinational and this king size mansion was one of the perks of working in a small town away from the exciting urban scene. but Aidan was studying at ...
Family names
“Ranasinghege Gamalathge Weerasinghge Mudiyanselage Jayawardanege Herathge Punchinilamege Wickramasinghege Senanayakege Bandaranayakege Podisingho” was their family name.These names have been in existence from the days that the British ruled, and traditionally mentioned with pomp and pageantry in the annals of this little Island country in the Southern Indian Ocean.Sirisena, the lanky gentlemen, was the father. He had this walking stick made from Teak, with an engraved artwork of a lion along with eyes embedded with tiny blue sapphires, given to his great-grandfather as a gift from the ancient...
Project D2
In the end, they had to steal Project D2 and let me tell you why. It was the single most effective operation ever run in American history and they wouldn’t be here without it. It would have all but destroyed their power.Robert Knightly was the creator and the lead researcher on Project D2、 He stares down at us every morning from his place of honor on the sweeping expanse of our entranceway, the only painting adorning the otherwise cheerless office vestibule. Robert Knightly was a big man in his early 50s, with dark skin, a bald head, a mostly-black beard and mustache, and a contagious, open-mo...
These Are The Rules
23、59、57, 58, 59, Go! I had exactly fwww.onedoor.ccour minutes and thirty seconds. According to my contact, that is how long the civic surveillance system would take to refresh its memory and connections. But was it a trap? Would the predatory cameras really suspend their scanning? Running from the alley, I knelt and switched to the drill I had practised until it was instinct. Matt grey paint, brush, work left to right and keep moving. I knew I could cover the yellow stripes disfiguring five metres of pavement before I had to be back in hiding. Surely someone had thought to arrange extra foot patrols to cov...