• fail

    Dry grass crunched unforgivingly against his bare feet, and his overtaxed lungs cause him to gasp for air as he ran in the dry heat that was commen just outside of Las Vegas. He wore what must have been very sharp looking black pants before they had been stained with sweat and blood. His white shirt had turned a dirty brown from the dust he kicked up as he ran. His mind was focused on a single thought-run, and not to stop. The single minded determination was helping him block out the events that had occered in the past 8 hours in which his most carfully laid plan had fallen to ruin before his eyes. He had been lucky to escape the most "fabulous" city with the few dimonds he cluched in his sweaty palms, let alone his life. The far off beat of helecopter roters caused him to fall flat into the surrounding brush, his heart rate increasing durrastically. Fear ran wild in his light brown eyesthat peered out uncertinaly behind a curtian of long-ish dark brown hair. It was most likly that the chopper would simply pass over due to its high elevation. Unfortunatly for him, his mud-puddle brown hair was a sharp contrast to the kacki colored underbrush that surrounded him. The shot that rang out was loud and vengful in the dry air. It had been an easy enough target for the trained assassin, and the dimonds that he lifed from the body he only counted as a bounus as he re-boarded the helecopter for the return trip to the bright lights and high stacks life style city that had led so many to untimly demises.