The Bonesnapper defeated an assassin of C.R.I.M.E. Using the wiring from the telephones and computers he had come up with enough to tie the Machete Killer to a chair.
Bonesnapper moved to the front of the chair.
"So," he says casually, "you want to chat? You can talk to me, or the cops. Your choice”.
He stared you in the eyes and didn’t say a word.
Bonesnapper moved in close to his face. "You will talk, either to me, or down at the station. I'm inclined to think that I'll go a bit easier on you than the cops will."
The man snarled, “You or the police don’t scare me. Your friend will dead soon and then my partners will finish you.”
"Let's start with who are you? Who do you work for?"
“I am Machete Killer. I am an assassin for C.R.I.M.E. We will be the death of you.”
"It seems to me," Bonesnapper responded, "That you won't be hurting anyone for quite some time, judging by the state of your hands. Unfortunately, you may be right about my "friend," so I've no more time to waste with you."
Making sure the makeshift ropes are secure, Bonesnapper left a quick note for the police and then headed off to catch up to the reporter, hopefully before C.R.I.M.E. did.
He was able to find transportation. He hurried to the movie theater. He arrived as the late show is nearing the end. Bonesnapper ran across the parking out. Out of the exit walked the movie patrons including Paul Anderson.
BaDaBaDABADaBada! Shots from a machine gun ring out, along with screams. Running to the theatre entrance he found Paul lying on the sidewalk, wounded. The assailants speed away in a black sports car with no license plates.
Paul is still alive but will not be for long without assistance and the black sports car is half way across the parking lot. It is speeding toward the highway.
< Due Date: June 10th, Actions, Goal, Reply?>
Bonesnapper moves to the front of the chair.
"So," he says casually, "you want to chat? You can talk to me, or the cops. Your choice.
"Let's start with who are you? Who do you work for?"
If the man refuses to cooperate, Bonesnapper moves in close to his face. "You will talk, either to me, or down at the station. I'm inclined to think that I'll go a bit easier on you than the cops will."
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"So," he says casually, "you want to chat? You can talk to me, or the cops. Your choice.
He stares you in the eyes and doesn’t say a word.
If the man refuses to cooperate, Bonesnapper moves in close to his face. "You will talk, either to me, or down at the station. I'm inclined to think that I'll go a bit easier on you than the cops will."
The man snarls, “You or the police don’t scare me. Your friend will dead soon and then my partners will finish you.”
"Let's start with who are you? Who do you work for?"
“I am Machete Killer. I am an assassin for C.R.I.M.E. We will be the death of you.”
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"It seems to me," Bonesnapper responds, "That you won't be hurting anyone for quite some time, judging by the state of your hands. Unfortunately, you may be right about my "friend," so I've no more time to waste with you."
Making sure the makeshift ropes are secure, Bonesnapper leaves a quick note for the police and then heads off to catch up to the reporter, hopefully before C.R.I.M.E. does.
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