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Ira was 17 and he was drinking at the nightclub "Body English" and it's loud music surrounded by his friends, Micheal, AJ and Clive. Michael was one of his best friends as well as AJ. Michael being short and blackhaired, while AJ was tall and blond. Clive was one of his new friends that he met last month, Clive was a refugee from India that went to Britain to safety so Ira decided to hang out with him. Clive's skin was tanned, and a long nose attached from his face which the group always called it, his "shnozz". Ira looked over to the right eyeing himself a beautiful black haired girl at the club, then looking over to his friends. "I'm leaving to get myself some, don't wait up!" He stepped away from his friends and made his way towards the beauty that stood eyeing him. On closer examination the girl had small curls running down her hair wearing a black shirt with a pink skull and blue jeans. "Hey, you look like you've been partying hard." She blushed, and said back in a innocent tone. "Thanks, what's your name?" "Ira, Ira Massa" She pushed her hair back behind her hair and looked up to Ira with a wry smile across her face. "I'm Larissa, Larissa Magdalena but you can call me Lara"

Ira fluttered his eyes open from his sleeping dream looking at the rising sun, barely hearing the voice coming from his right: "This...Police. Please...in your homes...your...are securely locked. Do...leave...for any reason." Ira stood up on the rockbed that he had slept on and started walking to the next roof towards the direction of the noise, that connected with the roof he was on, which was slightly lower. Ira hopped off to the other one and looked ahead of him to find the next roof slightly elevated. "Our father... who art in heaven... hallowed by thy name..." Ira said with his tired mind and aching body. Lara... He walked to the next roof that faced him and grabbed on the ledge with his fingers. He could barely keep on the ledge so he kicked the wall to get a sort of boost, now his elbows on the ledge he crawled himself up towards the room. "Thy kingdom come...as earth... as it is in heaven" He stood himself and took a long look at himself, his collar was ridden with dust, and his priest robes smell. Or maybe that's me. he thought. He cupped his hand over his mouth and swore that his breath was slightly worse then cyanide. Despite being covered by cold sweat his BO didn't seem to take effect.

He walked over to the billboard set up over the roof, where the loud voice he heard coming from. He saw the police officers down below and their armoured 4x4 with a megaphone top. Not like Ira knew it was 4x4, to him it looked like a Jeep with armor. He surveyed the area and people with his sharp eyes 20 miltary men, 10 with clunky fat rifles, 5 with skinnier rifles with something on top of it, 5 with unmistakible shotguns "Amen" He knew what a shotgun looked like since his friend Michael one time showed him his dad's double barrel shotgun that he used for hunting. He looked at the houses that face in front of him, and could see quite a few people peering through the curtains hoping for their safety. He looked down again to see that one of the officers saw him. Ira waved his hands up the air till he saw the man raise his gun looking through his scope at him. Wait a second... Ira opened his eyes at the realization diving down towards the billboard to his left as the bullet flew by where his head was just. Ira dropped down on his stomach taking cover behind the billboard, greeted by a barrage of bullets that easiy tore through through the billboard like paper, flying over his head and body. "Come on. There's probably more inside!" Then he heard someone breaking glass down below. How am.. I supose to... be god's instrument? He looked up at the billboard, which ressembling more like swiss cheese.I gotta get outta of here. Now.