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HELLO I WILL UPDATE THIS THING SOON (:
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
Ok.... first topic, Dreams.
Yesterday's dream was probably one of the weirdest I had in my life (With the exception of one really stupid one where I was driving a car and my sister was on a trolley tied to the car with a long rope and my father was running beside the car and I somehow appeared on the hood of the car while driving)
Anyway, what dream did I have yesterday?
Think of it as being influenced by Need For Speed, Hitman, novels, and too many comedies. Well the dream goes like this. (I'll write it like a novel with chao lot of details and someone as the protagonist caus I'm bored.)
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A chrome black Lamborghini Murcielago pulled up at 3 Downing Avenue, engine barely breaking the silence of the Saturday morning. The closest person, a balding man walking his dog at the other end of the street gave one look at the car and continued on. In the rich suburban area normally lived in by millionares, expensive cars were just another garage deco.
The man inside the car was dressed smartly in a suit. Normal. He switched off the engine and the humming car grew quiet. Normal. He glanced around casually through the tinted windows and drew a silenced pistol from the bottom of his chair and placed it in his coat. Not normal.
Stepping out of the car he walked a few blocks on foot to his destination. Better than parking in front of the bloody target. He reached the house- belonging to that fat general he was supposed to give some things to. Pity. The pistol in his coat, the garrote in his belt and that combat knife in his boot probably won't be used at all. Still, he carried them around for all of his past, more delicate missions and they served him well. He wasn't going to break that habit.
Turning back to the house he cursed silently. Cameras, password-protected doors, closed and probably locked windows, and a couple of guards near the front. Shitload of security for a two-storey house. There was a playground beside the swimming pool at the back of the house, though. Maybe there's a balcony or something to get through.
He stood still for a few moments, thinking. Then he had a plan.
A guard standing at the side wall of the house heard a rustling in the bushes near the swimming pool, followed by a small tinkle. Narrowing his eyes, he unholstered his submachine gun and started walking slowly to the source of the sound.
A few seconds after the guard had turned a figure quick as a shadow vaulted the fence and did a forward roll all the way to where the guard had stood. At the base of the wall were a line of windows, barely wide enough for a human to fit through. Unlocked, as he had seen though his binoculars.
Opening it just a fraction and snipping the obvious alarm wire connected to the window, he crawed into what seemed to be an attic. He looked around for a few seconds to memorise the layout of the room and continued up the stairs.
He quickly learnt that there were at least 3 people in the house. He saw 2 housekeepers, 1 dog, and obviously the General was home. Maybe his wife, daughter and son were home as well, since the garage was full. He pondered about the stupidity of the person who contracted him to do this job. What was so bloody secretive about the file he needed to deliever?
Anyway, that wasn't for him to worry about. He had a job, he'll do it. He always did.
So he waited and waited, until both of the housekeepers turned the other way. Then with a catlike grace he sprung up the steps to the second storey. Easy-peasy.
But now, there were five rooms, all closed, all gave no indication of who may be inside. He didn't have much time left, so he just picked the door that lead to the biggest room (From what he could see), gave a short prayer, and opened the door as quietly as possible, sweat dripping inside his gloved hands.
The room was big. About the size of two normal bedrooms, there was a small living room complete with TV and sofa. A door presumably led to the bedroom and another to a bathroom. (I have no idea how a room can be so big but hey it's a dream.)
The wife was watching the TV and thankfully didn't hear his entrance. He considered popping a silent one in her head (His orders had been "No witnesses") but after some thought decided not to help the husband. Silently chuckling at his lousy joke he moved on to the bedroom.
(Updated on 1st nov)
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Now I'm kinda bored. Too bored to blog for some reason, so I'm not gonna talk about videos or armlocks. Guess that novel thingiy made me think, something I haven't done in weeks. Now I feel funny.
Anyway, I am going to pon NPCC tomorrow even though its the first day the new officers are taking us for training. Yes, you heard right. I am going to skip NPCC for the... 4th? 3rd? time in two years. Unlike fat people like Daniel. You know why I'm going to skip? Not to lan, or go out, or whatever, but to watch TV. See, Genie Zhuo is going to be the guest of some show that happens during NPCC time and I AM GOING TO WATCH THAT SHOW!
Sorry la! She's cute okay... If you don't believe ask Mike.
If any NPCC officers see this I'm screwed. =D
9:43 PM
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