User 435, 6:44 AM, 5/13/2016-
Sorry I haven't been uploading for the last couple days, I’ve just been moving hotel rooms, and making my plan, and some purchases. It's day six of 14. I was able to make up some suppressors out of random gear at walmart. While it may have looked suspicious, I think I looked more normal than most of the people there. Saw some woman with a catheter but it wasn't plugged in and it was spilling. Nasty as fuck. Anyway, while there, I withdrew a shit ton of cash, and got out of there asap. I met up with a guy I found on craigslist, who was selling a car. I talked with him a bit, got to know him. I bought the car for 3 grand no questions asked. I parked my car in the middle of nowhere, and the guy met me out there, and we drove back to his house. I left quickly after, he was nice and I would hate if something were to happen to him or his family. Signing off for now. Wish me luck, cause I'm now prepared for my next “Encounter”.
He packs up his stuff and heads to his new car. He drives for several hours to this bank in the middle of the desert, only surrounded by a stripmall gas station. He goes off road and parks his car near a mountain. It's roughly 1:30 PM. “If it took me around 7 hours to drive here, then that would be around 8PM for him to arrive. But I doubt he will drive the same car. So it might fluctuate a bit. I need it to be dark. Real dark.” he had thought to himself. He decides to wait 2 hours, then heads over to the bank. He pulls out his card, and takes a deep breath. “Fuck me” he whispers to himself, fearful yet invigorated. He puts the card in and withdraws 100 dollars. And swiftly runs back to his car. He readies his silenced sniper rifle. Hours pass, nothing. “Fuck, does he know its a trap? No of course he doesn't, how the fuck would he know. Plus this is a new car, he couldn't have tracked it. Unless I was careless and he knows who I got it from, and got the info through him. Fuck. There's no way that's possible, I didn't tell that guy what’s going down. FUCK!” he thought to himself, in a self doubting tone. Eventually, a large black truck, with black tinted windows rolls into the parking lot. And sure enough, our good pal Brian steps out of the car. He heads over to the atm and looks around. He sticks some device in the machine. “The hell is that?” He thought to himself. Brian looks around a bit making sure no one is there. “Fuck, I need to take a shot.” he muttered to himself. He aimed for him, his aim shaky, as it was his first time shooting someone, “Am I really about to be a murderer? Is that the life I want to live?” He cuts these thoughts short by firing. It hits. The bullet enters Brian's back. Brian collapses on one knee. He starts to get back up and looks in his direction, or at least the direction he had fired from. He pulls his pistol out and starts to run full sprint towards his car, releasing his clip in my direction. “Who is this guy? The terminator? He survived a fucking sniper shot to the back.” He thought to himself hastedly. Brian's gunfire attacks are missing, but still preventing him from firing. Brian tries to get in his truck to escape the scene. This time more confident, he props up the sniper, and aims it at him, but shifts the sniper to the truck. “Tag, you're it mother fucker.” he says to himself, pulling the trigger, causing the bullet to enter the truck's front vents. The car was still running, as the lights were on. On the bullets impact, the truck explodes, sending Brian flying back, bouncing and skidding on the concrete.He gets up and begins limping into the dark cold desert. Before he's totally out of sight he takes one last shot but misses. He knows he won't find him in the desert at night, so he packs up his rifle, and swiftly drives over to the bank, finding the machine still intact and in the atm. He hops out, grabs it and speeds away in his car. He's about 5 miles out, his tension relieves a bit, he sees multiple cop cars pull in, along with a fire truck to put out the fire. He begins to smile, and that turns into an audible laugh. “This game isn't over Brian. But it is almost at an end.”.
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