Prologue
“Yah! Brat, Give it back..”
“What the Hell??
Why did You throw it away?”
“Isn’t it obvious, you were munching your 3rd snicker bar with irritating sound in middle of the M.I.S.S.I.O.N !!“(¬_¬)
" But did you had to snatch and throw it away you stinking expired can of tuna.”
" Guys, What’s going on? We don’t have time for any arguments, so....... ”
“What did you just call me you PIGLET face?”
" Oh My God!! You didn’t just call me that I swear I’m going to kil...”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP or my sniper will be the next thing you’ll be eating with your brains”
" Funny how you guys think of yourself Grown ups..”
“Shut up”
" Alphas the target is approaching in less then 40 seconds”
30 seconds
20 seconds
10 seconds
5 seconds
“NOW”
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