“Don’t shoot him. The Vice President wants him alive. I repeat do not shoot.”
“Damn! Lucky son of a beast! He could be sitting on the table with Jesus right now.”
Shouted Zephyr.
“Over subject tired and probably wounded 30*NW and 25* SE. Need back up.”
Sleepless nights fatigue and anxiety caught up with Dr. Twinkle. The past two days were the very stressful days she had had in her entire life. It was a countdown to death. The killer had given her just seven days to reset the system or perish. As far as he was concerned, he had finished his job. She was top on his so-called to-do-list and it seemed he had already done her. She probably already crossed out her name off the list. If she had the luck to see the list probably her name was on the top of the list. As the story goes, he conced
