He clicked his tongue, pulling his head back. The leader wasn't used to physical touching -- in their case, /almost/ touching. A mental argument was starting to form within him. Was he to clean the guy up, risk him escaping? Or leave the guy to bleed out. Each didn't sound ideal. He needed more information first before doing anything, he can't seem weak just because he was his soulmate. Yoongi could tell by his way of speaking that he must have been in some kind of organization. A smooth talker, he concluded him to be. Great. He knew this kid would be stubborn just by starring at him. "Forced into this..?" he spoke under his breathe. It wasn't anything new to hear a mafia make a innocent man do their dirty work, in fact, if what he was saying …show more content…
somewhat-calm in this situation, I don't believe you're just some ordinary man. People in these situation would be pissing all over the floor by now. You must be experienced.. What's your name?" and if you give us a fake name, we'll easily find out. The internet and police files were a wonderful search system when needed. Although he seemed experienced, he also wasn't. Whoever the guy was, he stumbled and changed his story. He simply couldn't back up his own damn story. Yoongi believed they're being targeted, and it was a fact. "Answer these questions and you'll be cleaned up, we find out you're lying, and we can easily open the wound back up. I'll do it all myself if I need to." The brunette must have some bad luck. First being captured by them, figuring out one of Seoul's most wanted leaders is his soulmate, then being shot by such soulmate. Yoongi would rather be dead or in a coma than to deal with all of that in a matter of 9 hours. Shame his soulmate couldn't be a regular person, but that would mean whoever it was would always be in danger. Min Yoongi wouldn't admit it, but he had somewhat of a heart. He liked dogs as much as the other, and he would be affected by those rare songs that seemed to play with his emotions, he wanted to protect certain people with his life as well if he could. Maybe the unlucky one was actually
A bullet grazed by Jimin's head, making him chuckle from behind the wall. This was another contract Jimin had finally become friends with, and now, the body guards weren't happy to see the man's body with a bullet in it. While Yoongi was off conducting
You are actually able to drive in these places automatically, without us having to make any changes to your account. You just need to have DC driver's license. Upon checking your account, I can see that you have a Maryland Driver's License. Therefore, if you wish to drive at Washington, D.C., feel free to attach to this email your license at D.C.
Would you rather be a hunter who gets hunted or a marshal who must face his dark past? In the story The Most Dangerous Game, by Richard Connell, a world-renowned hunter is trapped on an isolated island and must fight for his life, along the way learning that being the hunted does make you feel one emotion; fear. In the film High Noon, written by Carl Foreman, a newly wedded marshal must make the decision to either fight his past or run away with his future. In both High Noon and The Most Dangerous Game, the conflicts are similar; however, there are many differences between the theme and setting, which affects the plot for both stories
There are many flaws that people have, do you have any flaws? In the novel, The Crucible, Abigail shows many character flaws. Abigail’s flaws are jealousy, lust, and remorsefulness.
“Mags, come on, we got to get to the rally point, it’s just down the hall,” John said, leader of the 117th squadron. The mission was to get to the rally point in the middle of an invading alien species Mothership. The squadron was composed of 4 outstanding marines, the best of the best. They are part of the selected few, the Guardians.
Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed
Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.
If he had been human, everything would have been easier. Hal's life would have been so much better; he wouldn't have been forced to fight, or be controlled by the code in his head. He would have grown into a different, maybe better person. But then, they would still be stuck in the compound, still there when the bots had malfunctioned, and they may have not even escaped. Perhaps they would have died an untimely death and not have escaped into the wastes and would be left to rot in the desecrated compound, forgotten, and the only sign they were there were their desecrated skeletons, and even those would be ground away by the sands of time until they eventually became nothing. It was a pity that they would meet that fate regardless; Dirk would
What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.
It was then that the veteran Inspector turned on the girl, "White, I promise, if you enter that interrogation room I will have you doing desk work for three months. No fieldwork." His green eyes drilled into the latent criminal 's own cobalt blue eyes and White knew he was serious. She knew she was defeated as they reached the interrogation room. The girl huffed and turned to the right, entering the observation room as Gino went to interrogate the only interesting stranger of the entire lot.
It was dark when I arrived at the village. People were going about their nightly chores before they retired for the night. They quickly escorted me to the wigwam of a woman who was in labour.
“The sea and the sky are the same,” uncle always said. At the time he had laughed, but looking out that morning; the cold sea mist clinging to my clothes, I knew he was right.
Quiet days were now a big part of the Luffy and Nami house. After finally moving in together, and the endless unpacking they had to do, the both of them found themselves with nothing but spare time and a lot of space.
“No, why would I be? Out of everyone here, I’m the manliest.” Jackson lifted up his arm and showed his biceps
As we know, “roommate” is a word, which is combined by “room” and “mate”. Therefore, according to “Dictionary.com”, the meaning of “roommate” is “a person who is assigned to share or shares a room or apartment with another or others”. Personally, I believe that my roommates are not only the people who share the house or live with me, but also they are my closed friends who know me well. In my mind, the definition of roommates is people who I regard as both friends and family members at the same time.