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asked stick in an impatient manner. “It’s in a warehouse just opposite this one” answered Sanchez, “Take me to it now” insisted Stick. Stick followed Sanchez to the warehouse. When they got there they saw the money on a table near the centre of the warehouse, there were three men sat around it, there faces were covered by shadows. “I knew that we could trust you to pull through Sanchez” said one of the men to Sanchez as he walked forward and hugged him. Suddenly the light came on and Stick saw that the three men that had there faces covered by shadows were Paranoid, Nugget and Snake, his partners. “Yeah but we can’t trust him to keep quite can we?” said Stick to Paranoid. “As soon as the police catch up with him he’ll tell them all about our plans” said Nugget. Now everything was becoming clear, Sanchez was hired by these four bent agents to carry out their plans and steel the money. Through doing this if anything went wrong the agent’s backs would be covered and they would have no links back to them. It was all a well laid set up plan, they were setting up Sanchez to carry out their plans, simply using him to do their dirty work. “We now have no use for you Sanchez” said Snake who then turned a gun in his direction and emptied the entire magazine into his chest.

a quick getaway. Stick gave chase to them and followed them all the way to a seaport. He got out of his car and equipped himself with a sniper rifle. He used the zoom function of the rifle to see the men, he identified Sanchez and two of his sidekicks. He waited for them to get clear of the car then he aimed the rifles target on the head of one of the sidekicks and took him out with a swift shot. Sanchez and the other men turned around but they couldn’t see anyone. Stick quickly disposed of the other side kick and Sanchez made a run for it into a nearby warehouse, Stick manage to get off a couple of shots but Sanchez was moving too awkwardly for stick to hit him. Stick followed him into the warehouse, as he entered he saw him running up some stairs in the distance. Stick shot his last bullet in the rifle but only managed to hit Sanchez in the leg. He ran up the stairs after Sanchez, he found him sat in a corner seemingly helpless. Stick asked where the money had been taken too, Sanchez looked past Stick and said “Glad you could make it” as though he was addressing someone behind Stick. Stick immediately jumped round and as he did Sanchez pulled out a cleverly concealed gun and blasted Stick in the arm making him drop the empty sniper rifle. Sanchez got to his feet and as Stick turned around he gave him a shot to the gut area. Stick fell on his back holding the wound and Sanchez walk over to him and stood on his arm where he had hit him with his first shot. “Now we end this then” said Sanchez, “Not just yet” said Stick as he pulled something out of his trouser pocket. Stick was clutching some kind of handle, “This place is rigged with high explosives, you shoot me and I’ll drop this detonator causing the whole place to explode” he said as he grinned and then began to laugh. Sanchez knew that Stick could well be and probably was bluffing but he couldn’t risk it. Stick made his way to his feet, “So then where did you have the money taken?”

Later that night Stick opened up the folder at the first page. The information in the folder was very detailed and Stick couldn’t fathom out how Ras got such extensive information about Sanchez when all that the FBI knew was where he originated from. The first page was about Sanchez’s last attack, the one where he blew up the McDonalds store. The information in the folder was correct right down to the registration of the limousine, which Stick could recall. The folder went on to say that Sanchez blew up the McDonalds for no apparent reason at all really, he did it simply because that is the kind of monster that he is. Stick flicked over to the next page. This page had details about an attack that was going to be done on the federal bank on the 10th of August, that was this Friday. That gave Stick just about 2 days to work out what he could do. The folder said that Sanchez’s plan was simply to break in through the front door then blow up the safe before escaping in a getaway car. This seems like a bit of a old type of plan, Stick thought to himself.

Friday 10th of August 12:47 am.

Stick had decided to hire out a car and park out of site of the bank, he had also planted a tracking device on the money. About 5 minutes later a car pulled up to the bank and two men got out of the car. They smashed straight through the front door just like the folder said that they would. Stick waited outside patiently and waited for them to emerge with the stolen money. They had been gone for about 10 minutes and the police were still yet to arrive on the scene even though the alarm had been going off all the while. Moments later Stick received a radio call from his boss telling him not to expect any police officers to arrive on the scene as all of the station in and around a 40 mile radius of the city had had their cars petrol bombed at about 11:20pm tonight. Sticks attention was then turned to the sound of a helicopter, could it be the police, he looked up into the sky to see it actually was a police helicopter. The helicopter went and landed on the roof of the bank but strangely no officers got out of it. Stick aimed the binoculars onto the helicopter and saw the bank robbers enter it just before it took off again. Stick looked at his tracking device and saw that they had the money and were trying to make

The next day Stick headed off to see Ras. Ras lived in the sewers of the city, although this place wasn’t very clean or nice smelling it was the one place where nobody would expect him to be hiding. Stick found a quiet alley and went down a manhole into the sewer, just as his feet hit the ground he was violently struck on the back of the neck probably with the but of a gun. Stick was knocked unconscious. When Stick came round he found himself sat at a table facing a fairly chubby man, “Are you Ras” Stick asked. “Yeah that would be me” replied the man. “I need some information on a man that goes by the name of Domingo Francisco Sanchez” asked Stick as he rubbed the back of his still aching neck. “Ah, you must be Stick, I was expecting you” said Ras in a seemingly happy kind of manner, Ras handed Stick a folder. “That folder contains information on all of Sanchez’s plans for the next month or so. While you have that folder you are in grave danger so I suggest that you use it to take out Sanchez as soon as possible.” Stick picked up the folder and began to flick through it. “Thank you for your help. I’ll look through this tonight and try to take him out when he makes his next move”.

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Ras,
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> Kill,
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> Damn, Hell,
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> Busted,
> Dead,
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> Shify, Bomb, bombed,
> Robbers,
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> Chubby, bent,
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> blasted, gun, laid, gunned down, abuse, brutally

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Ras,
> Kill,
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> Damn, Hell,
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> Busted,
> Dead,
> Shify, Bomb, bombed,
> Robbers,
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> Chubby, bent,
> blasted, gun, laid, gunned down, abuse

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Stick474 wrote:
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> Language
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Ras,
> Kill,
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> Damn, Hell,
> Busted,
> Dead,
> Shify, Bomb, bombed,
> Robbers,
> Chubby, bent,
> blasted, gun, laid, gunned down

Stick474 wrote:
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Ras,
> Kill,
> Damn, Hell,
> Busted,
> Dead,
> Shify, Bomb, bombed, Robbers,
> Chubby, bent,
> blasted, gun, laid

Stick474 wrote:
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> Language check.

Ras,
> Kill,
> Damn, Hell,
> Busted, Dead,
> Shify, Bomb, bombed, Robbers,
> Chubby, bent, blasted