Sounds like someone was liquidated to me.
Scenario 1.
Man walks by passenger with poisonous dart-point pen. He depresses a plunger which sends a poisonous-point flying, finding a skin pore. Poisonous ball of enigma stuns the man, making him dizzy. He falls into his last sleep to fall into the final sleep. The assassin goes on undetected. He alights the plane and calls his financiers for his final payment. He immediately books a flight to the Bahamas. He needs some Caribbean queens to release the stress of the past 6hrs.
Scenario 2.
Assassin strikes a conversation with passenger. After the passenger has been made comfy, he is handed a business card that has a miniature electronic transmitter embedded in it. A few minutes later, the assassin triggers the receiver to release some toxins. The assassin studied his mark. He knew the mark would put the card in his left jacket pocket. He did. After the trigger, the toxin sips in through the marks Armani into his heart. He coughs but thinks it is normal. He falls asleep and wakes up in the dark-nothing that is called the hereafter. The assassin walks out of the plane with attitude. He beholds Myragonza - he is enraptured by her 'myragonzic' booty. He wishes to cultivate her for his carnal pleasure and may be more. However, a job is not complete without payment. He must make that call and find that money in his domiciliary account, else, he will eat the fingers that withhold his meal. Oh, waists like that of Myragonza comes one in a million years. He is restless and agitated. Money or booty? Money wins. He promises he will find her one way or the other. And when he does, he will tell her all the lies to make her fall in love with him. Who knows she may become his mate for life.
Myragonza, walks right into her friends. I guess, Divine Project and D Guy will never know that Myra was in the eye of the death. They will never know that a black mamba blew her a kiss. I guess that is the absurdity of life. Ignorance is bliss.
Scenario 3
The man was poisoned by before he boarded the flight.
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Guys somebody called me. A guess nothing lasts forever. I must discontinue this gist. I was enjoying myself. God.
I was about to write how I tracked down the killer and tai-chied and jujiutsued him into the eternal darkness of pain. Of course, MC Hammer's can't touch this was the song we tangoed to. It was a sight to behold. Y'all should have seen it, Men! We were locked in a vice. He wouldn't let go. And I wouldn't let go. Guess what I did? I hit my jaw on the floor. Dislocated my jaw and disconnected some teeth. I spat my teeth into his neck. They moved faster than a bullet from a Heckler Koch 9 Millimetre with snake treatment. I was bleeding from my jaw. He was bleeding from his neck. My Injury was on my terms, his was on mine - I am the shot caller.
Of course I will grow new teeth even though am an old man. You guys didn't know? I heal faster than Wolverine. You guys should have been there.
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Don't laugh. If you think my story is lame, let us read yours.
My day is made. Humour gladdens my life. Thank God for humour. I nearly accused Ksurrina of ................... However, it is murder we are talking about and she may not find it funny. I guess I am becoming a fine gentleman. Hmn! That is a discovery.
Posted: at 22-09-2010 11:03 AM (13 years ago) | Upcoming |
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