He felt his rage inside. A screaming voice full of wrath and insane fury. Worse, he could fill his emotions as well. White hot and rolling in his stomach like boiling poison. Standing in the alley, watching her and this headed army freak eating spaghetti in some little Italian diner six blocks from the Freiburg was almost too much to take. He wanted to pull out the g*n riding in his belt and begin shooting. One clip, two clips, all of them. Just start shooting as he walked toward them, killing them and anyone else who got in his way. But no. No. He wasn’t that stupid.
hisherthat Fool! i***t! You can’t kill everyone. There must be eight, nine, people in there eating meals as well. Plus, the staff! No! We wait. We wait until they finish and walk back to the Freiburg. And then we’ll kill the
