The little boy looked at the man holding him. "Game?" he asked smiling.
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The little boy looked at the man holding him. "Game?" he asked smiling.
"Vodka." She didn't look at the bartender either and just glanced around room. It smelled of beasts but it always did. Sipping her alcohol she spotted Pantha, the owner of the establishment coming from the kitchen. Giselle grimaced, she didn't really like socializing with the woman. She took a puff from her cigarette and hoped for the best.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ghattenpaw
The Agent looked absolutely startled. "No this isn't a game young man. You shouldn't bite the President."
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Pantha saw Gisselle at the bar and just gave a slight nod, She approached the table where a young man was sitting.
The boy looked at him then. "Mine?" he asked, still smiling.
The Agent looked surprised, "Umm....no he's not your parent." Into his mike he said, "We have a lost 5 year old. See if you can locate his desperate parents." then to the child he asked "What's your name? where is your mom or dad?"
The little boy smiled again. "Kill?" he asked pleasantly.
With that and the look that entered into the child's eyes, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Something was really wrong. The Agent said into his mike "situation Overbird, situation Overbird, removing target from subject" As he walked away from the President he signaled his back-up.
"Now squirt, why would you ask a question like that?" he asked the kid
The child looked at him then. "Food?" he asked, pleasantly.