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 The Scientist

The Scientist
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His arm pinned up against his briefcase only for one small moment of time he almost felt fear but mostly astonishment that it could happen unto him at this time it was not fair he screamed inside at the pain of death and then he died mostly just unhappy that his work was now unfinished he remembered how he struggled with the funding certain now in a dying heart that no one would carry it further or study anything already done life is so unfair he screamed inside a scientist gone. Certain of the outcome the killer faded back into his limousine against the backdrop of the city properly called Green. Here in Green City there is lots of towns and villages where killers like to live. They like the atmosphere the ambiance. The anonymity of the surrounding foothills nothing further than the desert then. He was a Tachycardia specialist specializing in the central neural control trying to make sinuses blow. There have been random events coming to the scientists' mabe just accidents not a communist plot or a covert spy bloc just random hits on. People who concern themselves with death agree it's not a purpose thing its free the next scientist that dies will find his specialty has also died for who will come and study him to further knowledge on the end of specialists comes.


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