Posts from Mafia 33. The American Dream

Morning was driving along a night road, seemingly fearing nothing, when suddenly a man appeared in his path. Cursing, he got off his vehicle and called out to the stranger.
- Hey asshole, are you tired of living? We'll fix that right now. (audacity and a bat - hint at role)
Morning took out a bat and was already swinging, when unexpectedly the hand of the man standing there caught the blow. Then he looked into this person's eyes and noticed with horror how dilated the pupils were. (What, is he on doping %) Veins pulsed at the temples. The stranger took advantage of the moment, snatched the bat, knocked Morning to the ground and began to shoot. He shot so much, perhaps too much, that he couldn't even stop.
But he had to go; another target had to be eliminated.

RainhardI'll add:
I should stop expecting so much

Arandor was returning from work anxiously; he knew that walking the streets now was not safe, especially since he had a bad feeling. In any case, it did not deceive him. Suddenly a shot rang out and he fell onto the cold asphalt. Unfortunately, no one could come to the aid of the fallen man, especially since he himself was used to helping others... (Doc role) The killer finally approached his victim and asked a question in his face.
- And what are you thinking about before death?
- I am looking at the sky now and thinking how beautifully these myriads of stars shine... They are so far away... but now... I swear, I could reach one of them with my hand!
- Fool, a star cannot be reached. – said the stranger and left. Arandor remained bleeding on the deserted boulevard.

Rainhard's SignatureNo matter the era, whichever the society, people always gaze at the stars when young. Then they stretch out their hands and try to catch them. And then one day, they realize their arms are not long enough to catch the stars, and that’s when they grow up.

Mechanical translation:
Regardless of era, depending on which society, people always look at stars in youth. Then they stretch hands and try them catch. And then one day, they realize, their arms not long enough to catch stars, and so, when they grow up.

Lieutenant Eva was checking data when suddenly a red button lit up on her laptop. She jumped up from the desk, but perhaps that was rash, because in the next second the window shattered into thousands of pieces and a bullet hit the girl's stomach.
- Damn, damn, I wasn't supposed to die! I had only 73 days left until a new beginning! – Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, but death spares no one. Thus died Nebo.

WishmasterDate of birth:
19 October

Meanwhile, a no less dramatic scene was unfolding at Rainhard's house. He ate for the last time, prayed (Imam) and sat behind the wheel of his car.
On the roof of one of the neighboring buildings, a girl watched him.
- Come on, don't be afraid, it won't hurt.
Rainhard turned the ignition key and an explosion occurred. Fortunately, no one passing by was injured, but the driver could not be saved.
- Pity Edinburgh Hospital won't save you anymore. – the girl added at the end in her modest monologue.

Vervolka's signatureUserbar "Sherlock Holmes"

In the end, it was decided to take Neyra to the hospital in Lorelei's car, where a bandage was applied and a pain-killing injection was given.
- Damn it, I won't be able to sit normally soon from these injections! – the girl complained
- Now now, this is a necessary procedure. Don't be so serious, better smile! – said the doctor in a pleasant voice and made an injection. An hour later, a nurse glancing into Neyra's ward noted cardiac arrest.

Kitsun's SignatureI understand what your trouble is: you are too serious.
A smart face is not yet a sign of intelligence, gentlemen.
All the follies on earth are done precisely with this facial expression.
You smile, gentlemen. Smile!

Meanwhile Lorelei, having made sure that Neyra was safe in the hospital, went to his car and sat in the front seat. Before starting the engine, he looked in the mirror
- Yes, with a job like this, it's no wonder there's gray on the sides, - he chuckled aloud.
- Do those you killed haunt your dreams, prosecutor? - an unexpected voice rang out from behind.
- Who are you? – asked Lorelei. On the back seat he saw a girl looking at him playfully. The wind blowing into the open window lifted one lock of her hair.
In the next minute, a katana passed through the backrest of the seat, piercing the prosecutor's heart on its way.
- I am the one who will free you from nightmares, darling.
The girl left as unnoticed as she had appeared.

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