Nathan saw the fed appear, but didn`t care and furiously began firing at the backstabbing russians dropping two of them and placed his empty gun on his belt pulling his other pistol as he ran towards the BMW that was luckily not yet loaded aboard. He opened the container doors and ran inside, he soon drove his black car out and drove trough the crowd nailing few russians.

He pushed one of their cars by colliding it`s front rear bumber, he then drove pat few storage buildings and turned the car towards the gate. He pushed the pedastal drve next to the gate guards box, he shot the guard and left the car to open the gate himself and drove away.

He made his way to a cottage in the woods that he had been to on vacation, it was a rental cottage, but at this time of the year there was no one there, but it was prepared for it at least. Nathan sat in a table with cigarette on the ash cup and a whiskey glass in his hand.

He had four choices, number one was revenge and it was the dangerous option.

Number two was escape, which was dangerous non the less.

Number three was dangerous and would give him a bad reputation, which was co operating with the police and the last.

Number four, blow his brains out there at that moment, which didn`t seem susch a bad idea.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle eliminated several russians, and went on one wheel and turned her motor bike, side whacking on of them. She saw the BMW pull out, and after stopping and shooting one of the russians who ran after her, she dragged the body over to a shadowed area to prevent him from being seen and pinned a not to him saying "Dear agents, Angle has struck again. Haha, beat ya to it, busters." Then as she rode after the BMW, she dialed the number of a contact on her cell phone. "Reggie, yeah, it's me. Have them go down to the dock... there's a present there next to a dumpster. Oh... and search his pockets... he's got russian money and an illegal gun. That should tell all." Before they could track her signal, she turned her cell off and crouched low on her motorbike, her lights off as she followed the BMW. (assuming it is night that is)

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~Cyclist in Training~

(yeah)

Chris sat there with a pondering face as he loosened his tie and placed his gun on the table, he heard a motorbike and knew that it was the fed or if it wasn`t then he didn`t care anymore.

"Come on in!"

He shouted as he placed his hand next to his, but didn`t touch it.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle, with her handgun in her right hand, opened the door cautiously, her back against it to lessen her profile. She noticed his hand near his gun and kept her eye on it.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Thank you for runing my life fed..."

Nathan said and drank some of the whiskey.

"Well it doesn`t really matter.... I am dead basicly so it`s all the same who kills me..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle walked in, "a life of dealing has its ups and downs.... What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Yeah right... Face it, what you do gets more people killed than what I do, and I did a favor getting you out of this business. There was already rumor of clearing out the dealers in this area and replacing them."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"No... No... no.. there were no rumours... but you do realise that because of you I am on the mobs hit list now!"

Nathan grabbed the pistol and placed the gun on his head.

"You know this would quit easy, but I guess you don`t care and so what if I shoot you?"

Nathan pointed Angle with his pistol.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle looked at him, her eyes unblinking. "You have another choice... you can assist me in tracking down and killing this mob... they're no good. I've seen them before and witness them kill dozens of 'used' dealers and replace them as if it were a burnt fuse...would you let them continue? Or are you willing to help me with this."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((lol, what about now? What I could do, I mean.))

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(O_O the other agent vanished... I'm not sure... hmmm I'll try my best to think of something, Keyodie)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan shook his head.

"Not unless you can prove that you work with the FBI or the CIA..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle sighed in exhasperation. "I do not work for either of those, but I do occasionally work with a few choice people within those agencies... but if you need proof, I can give you a few numbers to call and they'll go through with you on the history of one called Angle, though they'll also ask why you would be asking and if you have seen me. Other than that, I have no proof."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Well then I guess we are at a dead end... or not..."

Nathan placed his gun on the table and kicked out a chair on the other side of the table.

"Sit.."

He commanded.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angle concidered saying she prefered to stand, but she sat down anyway, crossing her right leg over her left. She set her gun on her lap.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Florence sighed as she walked back to the bar she had left. She saw one of her best friend and sasid," Cat, what are you doing here?"

((I'll try this...tell me if it doesn't work.))

Gwyn walked out of the bar. She breathed in the polluted air just as she saw a BMW zoom by. She recognized the car immediately. She followed the car to an apartment house. She listened to the doors of different rooms when she found the right one. She picked the lock easily, and then walked in.

"Hey! So, what were we talking about?" She ignored the surprised and annoyed looks of the other two.

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