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βLove is a bullet to the brain.β
-Not new to character or verse.
-Looking for storylines.
-RT.
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life in a cell.β Batman stated.
βYes, Mr. Batman.β The manager shallowed his own spit.
The πππ₯ππ‘ππππ§ πππ§πππ§ππ©π stepped back into the shadows, and fired his grapple gun, up to a vantage point of a roof, where he ascends and lands softly
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A Closed Storyline for
@SpecificShooter
Red and blue lights started to blur upon the dark pavement. Police sirens sounded slowly. A Forensic van pulled over to the curve and forensic officer pulled his gloves on, and got out
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βTell him, twenty-five grand. Simple assassination. Iβll double it if he does it while Marty is in police protection or just out in public.
Wah! Wah!β
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βMarty Booker, low tier gun, been with us for a year now. Well, heβs flipped. Jacobson has seen him hanging around GCPD officers, even seen him walk out the DAβs office.β
Oswaldβs clutch on the infamous umbrella tightened.
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βAnd Iβm just being told NOW?!β The miniature bird shouted, turning to face the taller Lark. He nearly slammed his umbrella into his guardβs knee.
βWah. Wah. Do not fret, Lark. I know just the man to put an end to Mr. Bookerβs stories.
Call @SpecificShooter.β
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βSir.β Lark, Oswaldβs top lieutenant and trusty advisor.
βWhat is it?β Cobblepot snarled, eyes overlooking the grand Iceberg Lounge from his penthouse perch.
His phone starts ringing and Lawton tapped the side of his earpiece. βI donβt like being disturbed during work.β Floyd had a cigarette on his lip and sniper scope of his Desert Tech SRS against his cheek.
A white nationalist, looking to rally troops in Iceland. These people will hide anywhere and try to rebuild upon shit ideals that never work.
But Deadshotβs ideals always work.
Breathe.
Aim.
Pull.