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Dawn Of No Return—Pride Of The Secret

Dawn Of No Return—Pride Of The Secret

Author: DARK SLITS
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Chapter 1 Death Resume 1

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: 22/03/2022

sensor in the living room triggered the lights. He moved to the door and opened it to meet a big brown box. He raised his small bro

and the kind of people he worked with. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last. But the idea of him always being

went inside, the doo

re open and got out the letter, only to see a blank note. He thought this strange, set the envelope an

essed suits which he kept next to him on the sofa, black shoes, scattered parts of an assault rifle, packs of armour piercing rounds, two s

sides but saw nothing, not even a clue, he held i

d it up and sat down. The pen sure looked pretty much like every normal pen, but then Grey wrote with

ice came from the watch, saying, "Agent, Grey Garrett. Processing DNA registration. Mapping to satellite. Location, Na

n. Normally, he would get the permission to speak in cases like t

ottom of the pen fully came on this time, creating

voice continued. "Ren

e letter, he was awestruck. All he c

ights went out, then a

ft of this property could mean death to whoever is responsible. Mild usage by any other party won't

ble, looked at it for a moment, the

Mr. Ga

relieve yourself of all weapons and not to return to your job. For your patience,

h, but more actively on kill duty. You'll have a

e it on you. There's a car waiting out front ready to take you wherever you want to go.

the Pride o

fait

Se

noticing the words vanish as he moved

tice one thing when he moved to wear his watch and mi

to meet a black Cadillac Escalade waiting for him.

ll with so many people in black attires moving about. No one talked to anyone, all the

s for a moment, then his gaze moved to a wide flat TV scr

val on handouts. Homeless, they shiver through cold nights on the streets, they've no place to lay their heads. Exposed to the weather, wet and frozen, they huddle in makeshift shelters. Nursing mothers have their babie

lo,

to the hall since he was almost carried away with pity

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