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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
The most well-known journalist and his miscreant friend were waiting for meeting of the media mogul.

Submitted: August 25, 2012

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Submitted: August 25, 2012

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Simon Roland

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Henry was lying on the bathroom floor. The bullets just were coming above his head.
Both of them shot. The bullets broke the two mirrors and the beautiful tiles. Suddenly the shooting was stopped. Someone was screaming in the building.
Henry looked out carefully. The opponent was bleeding. The intruder walked like a drunken animal. He was going to the bathroom. Henry’s revolver ran out of ammo. He thought the adversary’s gun was empty too. He heard the least expected voice – Oh no! -
The offender reloaded his revolver. Henry was waiting behind the bathroom’s door. The door was ajar. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest when he heard the approaching footsteps. The door was opening widely. Hand and pistol appeared. Henry grabbed the intruder’s hand and easily seized the pistol. Due to his injury he was feeble. Henry took advantage. He shot his enemy. The blood saturated the uniform. The cold eyes contemplated the ceiling.

„The motel’s room wakes up from its long dream. The pristine forest, the cathedral opens its door. The woods path is wandering from the night dreamworld. The firmament is always blue. The birds are singing about that. The dawn does not enter into the apartment; the room merges into the nature. The furniture breathes together with the living forest oak trees. Everything is moving. The carpet is waving. The green leaves are playing on the wardrobe. Leafages are crawling on the chest of drawers. Every specks of dusk has seen in the strong light. Never seen colours appear. Professional and amateur painters do not produce that. That is the benefit of the glass wall. Unfortunately the residents of the room do not enjoy the breathtaking view.
The unmoved people do not play opossum. They are really dead. The dead people are sitting face of each other. Were they playing boardgame? No. Police chief and his employee were discussing about the deal. The lieutenant figured out serious crime what was related to the boss. The police chief were afraid of his crime will come to light. He tried to bribe his employee, but the lieutenant refused the offer. This kind of officer does not care of money.

He had sworn for serving the citizens. A lot of money is in this open suitcase.

There are two empty glasses and a battle with wine. One bullet got lost. It penetrated into thick crime novel. The bullet must be literature lover.

The favourite place was named the hotel by the owner. The hotel is a hotspot for lovers and businessmen. It is the most visited hotel in the city. The premises include many architectural styles. Past, present and future meets in this place. The building is made of brick, wood, and glass.”

Robert was reading the newspaper, the cover of the Fresh News – Congratulation. You have done this article. You killed the police chief. The police boss was a real annoying person. He tried to eliminate my company, but he failed. You should join my group. You applied for the Fresh news as a journalist. You have done as well, but it is enough. You ought not to apply the media job. The media mogul will fraud you. The media leader is money hunger person. This job will be dangerous I protect your security - said his friend. They were two other vehicles at the petrol station.
On of them was a sport car. The other was a luxurious kind. A couple got out their car and went to the shop. Robert complimented Henry. He loved to read his article. They were waiting. It was raining cats and dogs. The wind tortured the trees. The trees were contorted by the storm. Henry made an appointment with the TV Cesar. Flamboyant umbrella appeared and went toward them. It did not seem whether someone was beneath the umbrella. Suddenly someone was knocking at the car’s door. Robert opened the car’s window. A little child came up – The media mogul does not exist. The authority organized a plan to catch the most popular journalist. The police created the fake personality – yelled the boy, he tried to shout over the storm. Robert gave him small amount of money. Money could not soak in the torrential rain, because the kid took the banknotes so dexterous like an illusionist. The umbrella suddenly soared in the air.

The little child ran away. Robert initiated his car. Henry was discontented, he looked back.
The married couple got into their sport car. The luxurious urban vehicle was still there.
- Maybe my friend paid the little boy to give false information. Robert tried to compel me to join his group so many times. But maybe it is possible he is right. The media mogul has a false personality. Who knows what the truth is? I did not clarify the whole story - He thought. The shop was diminishing. The car was shrinking as the size of the matchbox.
The vehicle with its passengers drove through the bridge of the distance.


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