The Ambassador_Dare I do It_Crashers and Misbehaviors_Discovering His Real Station
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The Ambassador
'What are you thinking?' asked Tim'Who in the hell has such a time to think and act in such a vindictive way?' countered Mark'Let us go to the bomb site. We have only ten days.''We are not going to find anything over there. It would be better that we interrogate the suspect,' suggested one of the Inspector to his chief, Mark.Mark pulled a chair and sat on it. He closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands. Lost deeply in his web of thoughts, he was analyzing the case in his way. Tim and other Inspectors were looking at Mark with apt silence. 'So, that lunatic is quite sure that the bomb t...
Dare I do It
"Okay, I'll do it.", I said That was my first mistake. I should not have done this.------Anyone who had even the faintest trace of common sense knew that Daedalus' maze was never, ever, to be entered. With its towering, ivy covered walls that stretched to about two hundred feet in the air, its giant rustic metal door and lack of any clear or apparent exit, the structure was easily thwww.onedoor.cce most horrific building in all of the nearlands. No one in their right mind would ever even think about entering the labyrinth. Unluckily for me, I'm an idiot. A stupid, prideful, egotistical idiot.Now, there I s...
Crashers and Misbehaviors
“Why don’t you let me take you home dad? It’s too cold to wait for the bus,” Police officer Arrin Krieger asked Arik, who was wrapping up his IT work on the Captain’s computer.“Thanks, Arrin, I would love that,” he said, peeking out from under the desk. “Tony said it was supposed to snow like 25 inches today!”“Got to love a January blizzard. I'll get some hot chocolate for the road while you finish up here. Met you at my desk.""See you there," he said, getting back to replugging everything.When that was finished, he cleaned up his workstation, a breakfast nook-like area in the corner of the C...
Discovering His Real Station
Discovering His Real Station The colder winter weather had arrived a few weeks early this November in South Amboy, New Jersey.Yet, Sam Barnegat had little problem tolerating the temperatures outside the town’s railroad station, since they only ranged a few degrees less than normal. The intolerable part came when he entered the city’s train depot. He felt something had mysteriously transported him to the meat locker at the local butcher shop.The drastic change in temperature did not happen gradually. It overtook him as soon as he opened the d...