I heard the sirens and saw it, the bright yellow Volkswagen beetle. I knew I wouldn’t be seeing the sun for a while as I fell to the floor when the bullets penetrated my shoulder. I saw the coffee stains on the cop’s shirt and I knew he was the one Igor was talking about.
“Another one bites the dust, good shot,” praised Alfie.
“I was aiming for his leg,” exclaimed Douglas.
“It’s still hit him right?” Alfie continued.
“I suppose it did,” answered Douglas
“Now who the hell are you? And if possible could you tell me where Igor is?” asked Douglas. “Or I’ll make you listen to Nickelback.”
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Detective Douglas.
HumorGuns, Volkswagen, and Douglas. It's total mayhem(keep in mind this story sometimes uses the opinion of the interwebs)! Chapters 1- 10 were written in 2 days because i'm super hyper!!
