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my story Beach A john Rowe story By: Trevor wells 1 It all started on a crisp hazy day in Tallahassee, Florida. John was sitting out on his porch with a short grin on his face, his wife Marian Rowe was cooking him dinner. All of the sudden a black almost navy blue “65” Lincoln Towncar drove up a door opened up, a man with a shadow covering his face said loudly “Get in!” They started driving around the block, the mysterious man said “We work for the USS Universal Secret Service, now that you know who we are you cannot decline this offer or we will shoot you down, so I will ask you one time will you accept no matter what the job is.” “Yes” John said bravely. “By the way what is your name.’’ “That’s not important right now!” the man said strongly. “In Fort Walton, Florida a man named Ahmed Demetrius, a man from Pakistan is planning a project named Shadow, which he will use to kill thousands of people on the beach. His first attack will be by a restaurant called Floyd’s all you can eat shrimp, which is on the board walk 2 miles east of where your staying.” “Ok” said John. A bodyguard put a bag on John’s head and tied it, he opened the door and threw him out onto his walkway at his house. The black car drove off and slowly disappeared down the road. John took the bag off his head, his wife walked outside, “dinner’s ready.” 2 The next day John packed his bags ready to go on his mission, he had told his wife that he was going on a business trip to Washington D.C, and he didn’t know when he would be back. A limousine drove up a man walked out and opened John’s door for him. When John got in the same man that was in the Lincoln was there. “My name is Timothy Johnson we met earlier if you recall.” “Yes I do recall meeting you, I guess you’ve finally decided to show your face to me.” John said in a laughing mood. “Would you like some champagne.” Timothy offered “No thank you, but by the way why would you choose me for the job?” “We’ve studied that you’re a black belt and use to work for a ninja group of assassins called the Porcupines.” “Very good you know my life well.” John said. Timothy turned up the music as they started driving to Fort Walton. 3 When they arrived John stepped out of the car, the limousine driver grabbed his bags out of the trunk and followed John inside. The walls were pale yellow with what look like silver vines that were painted on the walls. There was a small television with a built in VCR, the screen was static, in front of it was a 3 person couch threaded to look like the walls. A very white clock was on the wall loudly ticking. John looked at it thinking to himself that the clock on the wall was three hours slow. John walked up to the check in/ check out counter and said, “I’d like to check in….Rowe.” “Sorry sir but there is no Rowe registered here.” John smiled, “What about Johnson.” “Yes there is a Johnson the lady said. John got his key and went up to room 123, John got on his bathing suit and headed down to the beach. On his phone he received a picture of Mr. Demetrius, he had brown eyes, a trimmed mustache, and curly black hair. John took a quick outlook of the beach all of the sudden he looked at the bridge Ahmed was planning to blow up and saw men on there moving boxes that had Pakistan wrote on it. He knew Ahmed was close by. He felt somebody walking behind him he turned around and there walking past him was Ahmed Demetrius with what looked like his girlfriend. John’s heart rate rose greatly as he thought he would blow his cover. Ahmed stopped and turned to John, “Hello my name is Jason Murray, to night there is a poker tournament in the Hilton tonight would you like to join us later?” “Sure what time?” John said almost stuttering. “6:00p.m. and don’t be late.” 4 John walked up to his room from the stairs in case Demetrius placed a bomb on the elevator. John was on the 8th floor headed to the 11th when all of the sudden somebody with a silenced weapon shot at him “Shit!” yelled John. John looked down and saw a bald Pakistan man with a goatee, he was holding a silenced 9mm pistol that was gold. John ran up the stairs bullets passing by him, all he could think was I’m going to die. John couldn’t run anymore he slowed down the man with the goatee caught up with him. John knocked the gun out of his hand, he had always remembered Austin Powers, and his judo chop John threw a judo chop at the man’s shoulders, it didn’t do anything. The man from Pakistan pulled out a knife and threw strikes at John. John dodged every strike. John grabbed the knife and started trying to stab the man, he couldn’t do it the man was too strong. John hit the man’s hands he dropped the knife. John grabbed the knife off the ground, stabbed it in the man’s stomach, and threw him off the stairs for the man falling to his death. 5 John walked up to the 11th floor limping, bleeding, and breathing heavily. In his room he bandaged himself, he stared out the window watching it start to rain. At 7:00p.m. John got ready for the poker tournament, he was still in bad pain. He reached the casino floor, and walked down to a special room under the casino, where there was a big card table and a bar with 5 people sitting down at it.