Story Time

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An explosion pushes you to the ground and you struggle for breath.

I'm bleeding from my chest and I can't breathe. Now my shirt is soggy and prices are burnt off. That fool set it off in the middle of my office thinking it would kill me. Unfortunately it will just cost me a few thousand to fix the room up once my wounds heal.
     I glance around my once pristine office from my spot on the floor. The walls burned and crumbling. The ceiling tiles obliterated, leaving live wires hanging into the room. My, very expensive, desk is smashed and it's contents scattered around the room. This is going to be a pain to cover up.
     Not to mention his body chunks splattered across the far wall. These people are getting desperate. First, a sniper puts a bullet in my brain. Then a guy stabs me a few times while I'm trying on a suit at the mall. Now a suicide bomber. I applaud their determination but they really should give up.
     Ah, great. The sprinklers system still works. That's good to know. The sound of water is soon flushed out by the sirens of, what I can only assume to be, the police and ambulances and firefighters.
     I can hear the police ushering my employees put of the building. Sounds like someone else got a bit of the explosion. I'll have to buy their obedience so they don't go on a legal rampage.
     This is just a lot of nuisances. Most people have to deal with it has paperless or stubbing their toe. I have to deal with assassinations and political backlash. Well, I guess it's more fun this way. I just wish they weren't so sloppy.
     Oh yay, the cops are here. Time to pretend that I'm in excruciating pain and that I'm terrified. I grab my arm and start bringing all those hours of acting classes back
"Awe, shut up. It's just a flesh wound." He says as he walks into my devastated office.
"Afternoon, Chris. You're here early."
"Well saw this coming. That sniper from last month. We caught him and got him to confess."
"All legally, right?"
"Sure"
I sighed. "How far off Andrew the paramedics?".
"They won't be coming. I paid off one of your loyal employees to tell them that you were blown to bits. The only people coming are cops and a cleanup crew."
"Why the hell did you do that?" I was raising my voice. Now I'll have to either ruin that employees career and come back or I'll have to restart my life. Such a pain in the ass.
"Hush hush. Wouldn't want them to run up and catch me having a date with a corpse. My higher ups  are the ones pulling the strings. I'm but a puppet." He frowned at the thought. "Here's what's going to happen. We are going to sneak out of here and meet up with the pick up team. They're going to take you to HQ and the higher ups are going to talk with you."
"About?"
"What color to paint the torture room. I don't know. The way HQ has been it seems unsafe now. All they would tell me is that getting you there is a very big deal."
"I just got bombed" I grinned.
"Walk it off. It's time to go."