...november 2009
Somewhere in The Ukraine
" The wind wips your face , it's starting to rain...You are sitting in the back of an old Toyota pickup-truck on some deserted and forgotten highway. The temperature is creeping towards zero. The last days have been disturbing to say the least. It all started when those two Polish secret service agents, drugged you and started to transport you towards Poland, little did you know all those years ago that one of the two Polish sailors you had an encounter with ,was a son of a wealthy industrialist. The agents however should have read their dosier about you a tad more closely...The drugs wore out long before Poland , and in the following melee you offed them both. Allmost stripped for money and seeing that your former safehouse is not safe; you now travel alone. For the moment all you have in the world is two silenced makarovs (Polish secret service design) and 4 clips to said weapons, both in shoulder holsters. You also have about 50 euros in cash, a red and green adidas training outfit, Airwalk snickers, and a Nokia cellphone from two years back. Lukily you had one of your old simcards, and incidently a text message from one of your old contacts ; Pedro James Florentino......"
It reads:
" Got work,need help, interested ? "
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