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All around the fortified town all the systems were down, and a heavyset man took all the money and left the town in a hurry. I couldn’t understand why but he chartered a helicopter and took off to the skies and the last time I heard of him he was seen working out at the gym. 

Why was he in such a hurry, I still cannot contemplate this mystery,  he was here again in a jiffy, doing population census and riding on the bus. 

He went drinking at the bar, and was gallivanting in the mall, with lots of shopping bags and a picturesque, tucked underneath his arm. 

Heaven knows  what that he was stirring up a storm. And when the day was done, he was seen with two pretty girls held close by his side dressed in tight jeans going into a night club. 

The cops kept a close eye on him and they watched you watching me watching him, at midnight he came out of the club stumbling in the street and shouting above the sky about the love of his life. 

The women weren’t with him; they were singing a different hymn, they went off with another man to the pool to take a swim. The waitress brought out drinks and food and placed it on a decorated table positioned at the side of the pool. It was a perfect scene for lovers locked into a dream and the  furry of the night saw tension raging in the sky. 

I had a funny feelings that something peculiar was about to happen and so I kept denying this terrible feeling and search for deeper meaning. 

They began dining with hugs and smile as if they had known him for many years but the privacy  was suddenly interrupted by a man shooting in the air. The women escaped through a tunnel that joined club and a neighboring wall and just as they made to the other side the drunken man started a brawl. 

He shot the man and he fell into the pool and  I watched  the bleeding man suffering from gunshot wounds  floating.l  

 He went through the back door to start up a fire storm but two bouncer’s wrestle him to the ground and slit his throat, then hurry to rescue the bleeding man floating in the pool. 

I watched from a distance as the women crawled out of the tunnel and the spectacle of light shine into their faces as they made that narrow escape.
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