Snippet #1403296

Ethan stood and waved good bye as she left. she hadn't even gave him the chance to tell her his own name. He remembered his cross bow, sitting in the storm drain he had used. "Crap" He said as he ran to retrieve it. A little while later Ethan arrived at the alley with his parked truck. He tossed in his weapon that he had recovered and took his seat behind the steering wheel. He turned on he radio so it was low and listened to some music. He went into the glove compartment and removed the crumbled paper with the names. He unfurled it and took a pen out from theglove compartment. Wit the pen he ran a line straight throug Adney Locke's name.
"Happy Birthday to me." He smiled sadly balling up the piece of paper. He replaced it in the glove compartment and removed all of theintelligence hed gathered on Locke. He took a small lighter and touched the flame to the stack of papers. He threw the burning papers out the window and started his truck. Without glancing at the papers he drove out of the alley and down the dark streets of the lower class district.
"Wonder how Silverstone will react when he finds his head of security dead." He grinned.