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Sex, Guns and Words: EXTRA 3: First year

“I’m sorry Abdullah.” he shot the man with his silencer barrel pistol.
Two shots were shot. He dragged the body back on the bed. His hand bloodied and deep down he felt guilty about it but he knew it had to be done.
He takes out his phone and speeds dial to an unknown number, “The owl is now in a cage.”
The receiver from the other end replied, “Affirmative agent. Rendezvous at the designated location.”
He throws the phone away outside the window. He makes way onto the main deck with the rest of his belongings. He prepares his escape with the ship’s safety boat.
He once again stares at the gun and tries to accept the situation that he has killed a person. He took a life away.
“If you cannot fix a person then don’t hurt the person.” his father said.
He keeps the gun and throws away the thought of his father’s advice. ‘I am now and not before’ as he sails away from the cargo ship.

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