A Meeting with Miss Fortune

Once outside the building Mister Reaper saw all of the people standing around and all of the police officers watching as well. The pedestrians were most likely there to see all of the blood and death that people these days always wanted to see but never admitted to wanting. Mister Reaper knew that he could not blame the people for being sadistic after all hew was just as cruel as anyone of them, although he was much more honest about it. Looking at the obvious spots he saw the trained snipers with their crosshairs focused on him, most likely his chest since it was where they were taught to place the bullets.

“Hey everyone, it’s nice to be here today. I’m having a lot of fun here today and I swear I don’t want it to end but sadly all good things must come to a close,” he spoke, giving in to his flair for the dramatics by bowing here and there as well as waving to all the snipers. “You should know though that I have a bomb,” he said as he pulled out the detonator and showed it for everyone to see, especially the reporters covering the scene, “and I have backups on my body and should anything happen to me the explosives I left inside will go up like the fourth of July. I’m sure you know what that means.” He began to walk away but stopped shortly in front of an open alley.

“Again, loads of fun but if any of you follow me the whole place goes down,” and with that said he began to run, as fast as he could, down the alley and did everything he could to lose the police officers that would obviously be following him. After only a little while he was fairly certain that he had managed to get away and with that knowledge in mind he looked down at the detonator in his hand and knew exactly what he wanted to do. He squeezed it and made sure it would make the bombs go off. Those dogs were going to be paste on the walls, and if they did not there was nothing to make sure they would since he had not made backup planes in case they would be disarmed but he did not care about th

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