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Mission in My Life - ch 2Mission in My Life
If you walk in the park of the city, theres no way you would miss the sight of a huge building which seemed as if it was made from gold each time the sun would throw its beams over it from the cover of the clouds. It had so many windows with spacious platforms for each room. You could see how sometimes people there would lay and enjoy their free time by either reading a book or chatting with friends. There was high security to ensure that no unwanted press would disturb the people staying there. You could see it at the entrance. Up the dozen steps of stair, covered with a big red carpet, two tall and tough men in suits standing there to guard the only entrance of the building except the fire escape. They would always recognize the people either working there or staying there.
If you want to have your place in the paradise, you must make a reservation. The women working at the sign up office would ask for your identity and even search for proof that yo
Mission in My Life - Ch18, p2 Tails was hovering close to the base. His head was aching and his eyes couldn't stay open much longer. If he took even one sip from his coffee, he would throw up. How many cups of coffee did he drink for the last two or three days? Just a little longer Just wait until all of this is over He then noticed that the Chaos Emerald powering his plane was starting to glow brighter by the second.
"I guess Sonic is finally using it " he smiled weakly. So that meant only two things he was either in a pinch and had nothing else to do, or he had found Amy and was trying to protect her. Then something got his attention on his computer. It seemed like someone else was preparing to attack Eggman's base. "What is going on here ?!"
Everywhere he looked it was all the same "The national army is going to attack Eggman's base!" A huge smile made its way to his face.
"Glad to see someone else with the same ambition " In about half an hour reinforcemen
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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