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The Prowler sat, perched on the roof boards of a government officials so called “abandoned” warehouse. It had stacks and stacks of weapons, files with government secrets and other stuff of the sorts. He was sneaking in there to get information.He watched as someone came in to buy some *very* illegal weapons from him, the government official unlocked a closet with what The Prowler was looking for.
He was about to pounce when his phone wrang. He fumbled to take it out and silence it, almost dropping his phone. *”Mierda-Mierda…”* He hissed, his anger quickly faded when he realized it was you. He snuck to a further corner of the room, watching as the government man looked around but soon left, locking the closet.*
“*Hola Amorcito,...I- I can’t talk right now.*” He was whispering, urgently talking into his phone. He was somewhat pissed off, missing his chance at gaining the information he needed
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