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That deal cost precious lives part 1NOTE: there is some stuff in this story that isn't true and it is my story so NO TROLLING!! Btw this takes place after mw3 AND NOBODY IS DEAD >
"So where we headed?"
" Brazil, Australia, Russia and then, for me, back to the UK"
Soap looked at the unknown man's cigar; smoke cursing the air and fire ripping away at it slowly.
Beside this unknown man were bodyguards of a somewhat unknown secret illegal drug dealing group called "IRDG".
Soap was captured by these 'dealers' after he was knocked unconscious after the result of falling off of Nicolai's helicopter.
The last word he heard before he fell was price yell 'soap'.
And now, the first word he heard was 'awaken', they weren't from price though.
He was bought into this room where the area around the Unknown man was black, all that was visible was him, the shines of the Guard's shoulder armour and the £100'000 pounds they had shaved off of him.
"How do you know where to go English?" the unknown man asked.
"I seen a couple
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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