Chapter 1
A new potential power is arising. The world is looking for no betrayal but something that will increase the chances of a new era already becoming of for the just antipathy. Near the train station where men in hooded overalls lay against the walls smoking a large tube, he, an experienced Carruin and his lady ran through the thin air and boarded the 2:00 pm train onto Ontario. He escaped death nearly several times because of the decency and duty for a man caring so much about black operations. He grabbed his lady Yunoya’s hand and she sat well seated on the orange seats. Carruin chuckled and snuggly pressed his newspaper into her hand. While she quickly examined it, she replied fast too with tailed fluency in German and then she stood up.
“This is the place.” Her stern voice echoed throughout the terminal, yet Carruin, who only dated for fun looked at her right in the face and he smirked. His shaved mustache was stood on by some blue liquid freeze. He licked it, only to realize it was his toothpaste. Then he spat it out and replaced something in his mouth with Yunoya’s coffee. She took a gun from his right pocket and she hid is in her breasts shirt too. It was a tiny gun at that yet it hurts like a charm, from 300 feet.
“Go.” Someone had sneaked up behind them with the name Davi Smith. He pointed his knife straight at Carruin neck and said, “Ok, I’m good, and I’m so going to kill more than you.”
He heard his own mind speak for him and he clicked his pistol. His shiny shoes pointed forward and he worked alone. He was of one mind and one mind was how he thought. A brilliantly smart and intellect filled workmanship but he always thought alone. The lady then rushed forward to do her job, as quietly as possible, not to spook anyone or bother. She killed the nearby passengers, 5 of them, looked at her dirty hands, and then killed herself. Her work is done.