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Silly Ole Bear
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- Jul 24, 2000
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Blade glanced at the open window. Whoever it was was long gone by now. He glanced down at the note for a second.
Seems like he had another fan.
Someone had been watching him for a while now. Wiping the sweat from his brow he went back into the main room. Whistler was under the hood, tweaking as usual.
"Rats, you say?"
Whistler didn't even stop working.
"It didn't sound like something from your gun."
"Nope," he clicked on the security systems camera's, going back a few minutes. there was the fellow, jumping out of the window. Typical, not even man enough to face him, just shoot his load and run.
Whistler glanced at the note.
"L. M. M? Who the fuck is that?"
"Not sure. He says I beat him once, don't remember beating anyone and them living through it. Except maybe those van people. They don't seem like leaders though."
He explained the happenings of the night.
"What about the man from the top rising?"
Blade looked at the video picture, then shook his head, "I didn't face him, he just sort of looked at me then left. It would make sense though, either him or one of the higher ups."
Whistler glanced down at the paper.
"Why though? If someone had a chance to shoot you in the head, they would go for it? Why this note, why running?"
Blade shook his head, "You know how these evil geniuses are. All demented fuckheads. Who knows, he probably thinks I'll squirm or something."
Whistler had to smile at that one, "Come on, everyone knows you have a heart of fucking stone."
"Maybe this guy doesn't. He doesn't sound like he's ever dealt with Blade before."
"He'll learn."
Blade had to nod at that one.
"Get back to the car. It looks as though I have some work to do tonight."
Whistler nodded. Blade returned to his training.
Seems like he had another fan.
Someone had been watching him for a while now. Wiping the sweat from his brow he went back into the main room. Whistler was under the hood, tweaking as usual.
"Rats, you say?"
Whistler didn't even stop working.
"It didn't sound like something from your gun."
"Nope," he clicked on the security systems camera's, going back a few minutes. there was the fellow, jumping out of the window. Typical, not even man enough to face him, just shoot his load and run.
Whistler glanced at the note.
"L. M. M? Who the fuck is that?"
"Not sure. He says I beat him once, don't remember beating anyone and them living through it. Except maybe those van people. They don't seem like leaders though."
He explained the happenings of the night.
"What about the man from the top rising?"
Blade looked at the video picture, then shook his head, "I didn't face him, he just sort of looked at me then left. It would make sense though, either him or one of the higher ups."
Whistler glanced down at the paper.
"Why though? If someone had a chance to shoot you in the head, they would go for it? Why this note, why running?"
Blade shook his head, "You know how these evil geniuses are. All demented fuckheads. Who knows, he probably thinks I'll squirm or something."
Whistler had to smile at that one, "Come on, everyone knows you have a heart of fucking stone."
"Maybe this guy doesn't. He doesn't sound like he's ever dealt with Blade before."
"He'll learn."
Blade had to nod at that one.
"Get back to the car. It looks as though I have some work to do tonight."
Whistler nodded. Blade returned to his training.