A Beckman short barrel in her thigh gun holster, Lady Killer snuggled in her right boot, one dagger up her right sleeve and two more nestled in the harness under her leather jacket. Throwing stars in every pocket with a mini claymore shoved down her pants. Just for luck, she slid nickel knuckle spikes onto the gloved fingers of her left hand. Gloves that covered the poisoned flechette inserts underneath polished nails. Sosa climbed out of her car, slung her satchel over her shoulder, and lowered her visor. Baden Burrows was no place for the underdressed. Her long, blonde braid slapped her back in rhythm with her leather boots as they hit the chalk covered sidewalk, raising dust with every step. A couple of ice dealers on the corner watched her pass with keen interest until they saw the sigil tattooed on her cheek. Then they looked away. Ten minutes later, she knocked on …show more content…
Sosa half sneered, half smiled. That was like asking a wolf if she was a dog. “I’m a guild registered Tracker. Now let me in or I’m leaving this shithole and not coming back.” “Oh--sorry.” The door opened and she breezed through the doorway. “Are you Sosa?” She turned around and froze. Beside the now closed door stood a skinny jumble of a girl, with arms and legs everywhere, who couldn’t be more than thirteen. A pair of grey green eyes peeked out from behind jagged, dark hair. Eyes the color of the sea after a storm. Elesa’s eyes. Of course, the girl wasn’t Elesa. Elesa died six months ago. Sosa skipped her funeral--if Trackers went to funerals they would do nothing else. Instead she drank all day. Drank, free-based ice, screwed women, then men—did whatever it took to forget Elesa, dead and buried in the ground. She walked up to the girl until only inches lay between them. “Who is Elesa to you?” Sosa towered over at the girl every part of her not skin or bone, muscle. But though the girl swallowed, she didn’t squirm or avert her eyes. That impressed
She was an organized killer, making it harder to find her even though she had committed many crimes in the past. An organized killer is intelligent and hard to capture. They think things through and are extremely meticulous. Everything is planned ahead of time and they know exactly what to do. Stalking their victims is a common thing these people do to ensure they have as much information they need to commit the crime. To carry out this deed, they will trick the victim
On 10/03/16 at 4:00pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 669 E Jenkins Ave on a dog on dog or cat attack, owner known. I arrived at the location and was met by Columbus Police Officers (CPD) who stated that they have been dealing with the male subject that resided at 659 E Jenkins Ave for a long time. CPD Officers explained that three dogs owned by that resident got loose and attack a dog at 669 E Jenkins Ave. I talk to witness Clarissa Rodriguez who owned the dog that was attacked. She stated her dog was in their yard when three dogs got into her yard and started attacking her dog. Ms. Rodriguez wrote out a statement of facts in regards to the incident. I took pictures of Ms. Rodriguez injury, a small wound on the right
stories. Not always she was willing to tell one of them, but, fortunately, this was not one of those nights. She asked everyone to come closer and showed them one of her tattoos, on a spot on her left shoulder, usually hidden by her long black hair.
A girl, who looked no older than ten, had her hands pressed up against the window. She had blood covering her from head-to-toe, including her fingers, which creating crimson patterns against the glass. The girl looked terrified, her eyes widened and mouth wide open in shock. She screamed again, which shook Lauren from her stupor.
Although most college sports require an intense commitment, college athletes should never receive the title of “employee.” However, many people disagree with this statement, causing a debate about whether or not college athletes should be classified as employees. The issue climaxed when football players from Northwestern College wanted to form a labor union. They believed that college athletes should be treated better in various ways, whether they are considered employees or not (Patterson). While changes are warranted in regards to the organization of college athletics, they are not currently deemed employees.
She was a pretty girl, though rarely did anyone pay much attention to the frail creature huddling in the darkest of alleys. Her once blonde hair was now coated with grime and dirt, matted and knotted, straggly and unkempt. Her angelic face was unwashed and smeared; coal dust had taken up residence
The main character is developed over the text. In the book the main character is a dog named Buddy, who is reborn as Molly, who is reborn as Max, who is reborn as Toby, who is the ending incarnation of the dog. When the book starts Buddy is an older dog who is a big labrador sort of dog. “The fur on my legs was as black as the rest of me, but down at my paws it had, over time, become tinged with white.”(pg 1) Shows that he was an older dog, because when dogs grow older their hair turns gray, like a humans. He is a brave, kind dog. “I could see he was going to step on the baby. I was afraid of the horse….. My instincts were telling me to back up, to get out of there, but Clarity was in danger and I had to do something, something
Lying beneath the rubble was a battered young girl of fourteen years. She was scrawny and frail in appearance, though I knew she must have anything but weak to survive as long as she did. The colors of death and murder blended into an awesome display of pale pink and deep red hues, painted by war and terror.
She was small and certainly young, perhaps fourteen or so. Her eyes looked hungry, and her frame was slight. The clothes she wore looked too large for her - hanging like drapes on her thin body - and they were torn and muddy in places. Her hair, which looked as though it had been blond once, was tangled and so dirty you could hardly tell.
It's awful. I hate going to vet because I'm so fearful they will give us similar news or just try to sell us something we don't need. It's so sad doggies don't live longer. Our doggies have been there thru good times and bad and true members of the family. I truly feel your pain. A couple months ago when Decky almost passed I was basket case and it hurt more than I ever could of imagined. So sorry for you guys. I know flames knows she is
Except, I wasn’t really alone. There was a girl a few lockers down, who had managed to get her hair stuck in her jacket zipper. She had long golden brown hair, with pretty green eyes. To me, she looked just as pretty as Celia, and I wondered how I’d never seen her around. “Hey, need some help?” She looked up startled as I walked over to her.
The small wooden door slid open to reveal 3 girls of different ethnicities guarded by four men. Fear was stricken in their innocent and tears eyes. The first girl was lanky, with dark hair and brown eyes, who also appeared to be of Asian descent. She had multiple bruises running along her body and a deep gash running along her cheek.The second girl had bright red spirals for hair, vibrant green eyes, and freckles scattered around her round face. Lastly, the third girl was short with messy blonde hair. She had prominent icy blue eyes and smudged makeup under her eyes. All of men guarding them had a dark mask covering their features. They pushed the group of ladies forward and slammed the door
Ways of knowing; the pentacle is the diagram and shape that I take and wear, it representation to me is, the top point is a spirit, the two sides are fire and air and the bottom is water and earth they represent freedom Mother Earth and a harmony. When I excess knowledge through either sounds, language shapes or print when is images of faraway times the sounds of the voices the printing of the letters the shapes of the bodies and then landscape
Chase the dog is a bat boy who was trained to go out on the field and fetch a baseball or a baseball bat. Later on Chase met a dog named Princess and had puppies with her; then they had Derby who had became the second bat boy after Chase. Soon after that Chase had gotten arthritis and was forced to quit the bat fetching business. In January twenty thirteen Case went to see the vet then was diagnosed with cancer. Three days before Chase died he was put on the Yankees stadium field just three day later Chase had died from cancer on July 8, 2013. Derby said goodbye to Chase right before he had passed away.
There have been a great many changes in the healthcare industry in the past two decades, largely due to the globalization of the workforce and changing demographic patterns, and technological advances. It was interesting to think about the vast changes occuring in and to look at the ways in which technology, privacy laws, and stakeholder expectations have changed.