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As I was considering my options, I hear a female voice behind me say "Drop
it mister or you are dead meat."
Suddenly the jab in my back is gone as the weapon clangs on the floor behind me. I am very thankful. I turn around to see another man dressed in black and green with his hands up. I pick up the dropped machine gun. I say "Thank you," and hand the weapon to the woman who has her umbrella jabbing that man. I now ponder my options.
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12/28/2004 3:29:06 PM
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