Had it not been for that **** stone!

[Raeder]

George!
The screams became larger, and here I was, sitting with my head against the table..

**** is that blood?
I look down, my nose was dripping.. Still?

What in god's name did I sniff last night?

GEORGE!
The voice was just outside the door, I sat up.. A bathrobe and a pair of relatively fresh underwear, all I was wearing.
By the gods, what happened?

*BAM BAM BAM*

The knocks woke me from my half asleep state, I looked around the sofa, a pistol, my pistol! It had costed me a little over a million creds on the black market..
I grabbed it with my left hand, damn, that arm hurts..
Two streeks of dried blood was on it, what the?
I had a needle sticking out of my upper arm, drugs sure..

I laughed as I pulled the syringe out and grabbed the pistol, aimed at the door and waited.

Damn, my eyes couldn't focus!

*Blam blam blam!*

Three shots echoed trough the, was it an apartment or.. An house? Naah, must be a appartment!
The lock on the door exploded inwards and three policemen rushed the appartment, I shot each of them in their ugly faces.. They collapsed in a pile as I raised my savaged body up to a standing stance..
Laughter carried along the hallway outside, my laughter.

George! Adrian cam rushing into the room, Adrian, my most trusted assistant and co-pilot.
Almost shot the bastard for leaving me drugged up!

George! We got to get going, the police is closing--
He stopped cold, a realization what he just stepped in.. Brains of the second policeman.. I chuckled..

Let's go then.. When we get back, you can tell me who the **** had the party last night!?

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