2 Weeks Prior to Attack
Leonard cocked the hammer of a desert eagle, the heavy metal clicking with a satisfying puñetazo, ponche before the magazine slipped from the gun into his waiting palm. He would turn to his student now with tired eyes, eyes of someone who was clearly dragged out of cama in the early hours más than he would have liked. His hair was rugged and unkempt, the pillows having tugged it into a messy display. Even his uniform was thrown on in a hurry with his tie barely tied and his overcoat buttoned up
“Alright” the ex-agent dicho with a tired tone in his voice “Lets get this over with...
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