Those little bitches don’t mean shit to you man, they ain’t even your kids. I could hear the girls screaming and as the men were looking up at the cat walk or distracted by the screams I quickly rolled over behind the car, the pain of not being able the breathe taunting my consciousness. Indian Sex Video Powell, a grand day for business. I yelled again. “Excuse me, Marcus, can we have a word”? I yelled again. As we sat at a large conference table of solid wood that had to weigh several hundred pounds, our escort offered us “cognac, whisky, any other beverage, or perhaps you would like a cigar gentleman”? A tall slender man with a thick Arabic accent walked in. The girls just lit up with glee, Shelly leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Two down”…
Yelling, running, and little girls screaming filled the old building. Most gun battles up close, the majority of shots miss, but not all. Twelve to fifteen shots rang out in succession from behind the SUV’s all hitting the car or going high into the cinder block walls of the office behind me.
