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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 3, 2007 17:39:06 GMT -5
"I 'as gonna say, maybe I should pretend ta be dead but I don't tink dat'd woik," Spot said.
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Post by Race on Sept 3, 2007 17:47:17 GMT -5
Max thought, "It could woik,I got dat friend who works with the make-up department in horror movies!" he said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 3, 2007 17:48:46 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "Maybe...but I can't be in hidin' forevah...I'll go crazy..."
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Post by Race on Sept 3, 2007 17:52:19 GMT -5
"You won',we'll bring ya back from the dead" Max said,liking the idea, "an' youse can scare Tony bein' undead."
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 3, 2007 17:55:22 GMT -5
Spot thought for a second. That did sound like fun. "What about da funeral? Tony's gonna want proof..."
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Post by Race on Sept 3, 2007 18:03:30 GMT -5
"pictchas of youse layin' in a casket should give him enough proof" Race said, "two seconds"
"See?" Max said, "We got it planned out."
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 3, 2007 18:06:28 GMT -5
"Okay," Spot said. He especially like the scaring Tony part. After all that guy had put him through, he deserved it.
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Post by Race on Sept 9, 2007 13:39:08 GMT -5
"Good,now when ta just put the plan in action." Race said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 9, 2007 18:57:07 GMT -5
"Whenevah ya wanna I guess," Spot said.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 18:35:27 GMT -5
~Two weeks later~
Race stared at the unloaded gun in his hands,shaking all over. He'd told Tony he was going to whack Spot tonight in the back alley of the old Bada Bing. It was forty degrees outside and Race stood their shivering in a leather trenchcoat and a black turtle neck.
Max stood off to the side away from the entrance of Bada Bing. He watched it all. His camera poised in mid-air so that he could get it on film as "proof" that the Irish Mafia Leader was dead. He'd rigged Spot's jacket earlier that day with fake-blood tubes that when he activated them in his coat sleeve they would ooze blood,then all he'd hafta do is act after that.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 18:45:09 GMT -5
Spot was in the men's room inside the building beside Bada Bing, staring at himself in the mirror. He walked out, praying that this plan would work, and headed out the front door and into the alley he was supposed to be 'cutting through' when he was supposed to meet up with Race.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 18:47:58 GMT -5
Race saw Spot come out of Bada Bing,this was his cue. He strieghtened his jacket, putting on his best "Ima-hitman-don't-screw-wit-me" face,and swirled around the corner of the building. Coming towards Spot full speed,pulling the faux gun out as he went.
Max hit the record button,following after Race in the shadows.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 18:52:32 GMT -5
Spot pretended not to see or hear Race coming, seeing as his back was turned to Race. Then he turned around when he knew the moment had come, acting surprised.
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Post by Race on Sept 13, 2007 18:53:51 GMT -5
Race had the gun out,still coming towards him,he pulled the trigger,the flash bangs inside went off,he prayed Spot hit the ground after they went off.
Max kept recording,zooming in when the gun went off.
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Post by Brooklyn on Sept 13, 2007 18:55:43 GMT -5
Spot grabbed his side, making the blood come out of the containers and fell to the ground, motionless.
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