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Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot. And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So, Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’ Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia, and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45 degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely. Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett, dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers. They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed, and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells. They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100 men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a isaac-kitchel@stumail.zcs.k12.in.us
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Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot. And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So, Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’ Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia, and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45 degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely. Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett, dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers. They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed, and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells. They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100 men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a pistol, and shot the engine of the motor. “Watch this,” Smith said as he aimed beneath the boat. He fired and shouted,”Run!”
They ran in the opposite direction. When they were 50 meters away form the beach, the Water Mine Smith had been aiming for exploded. Just when they got to a cliff. The Explosion reached them. They jumped off, hoping they would make it to the water.
Three hours later.
“Well, Johson look at this, Someone has robbed the Banana Bar. You know what we got to do,” said smith as he put on his shades again.
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Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If
he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a
certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He
looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks
back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot.
And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So,
Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally
wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’
Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be
an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They
logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created
very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia,
and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues
here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45
degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate
Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the
Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO
INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE
THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to
a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for
testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can
have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to
make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new
posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like
an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my
chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob
members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door
to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the
bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next
plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you
will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely.
Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go
undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a
hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the
feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his
pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then
someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett,
dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson
his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then
walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both
detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member
crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they
met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in
the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith
was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards
the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The
members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members
have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then
their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the
flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant
lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from
the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just
smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that
and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it
exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before
the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then
pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers.
They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed,
and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat
took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and
dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells.
They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of
sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and
stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge
flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson
was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When
Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100
men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith
got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely
standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to
take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the
leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The
assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a
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Prelude
Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If
he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a
certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He
looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks
back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot.
And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So,
Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally
wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’
Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be
an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They
logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created
very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia,
and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues
here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45
degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate
Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the
Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO
INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE
THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to
a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for
testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can
have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to
make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new
posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like
an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my
chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob
members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door
to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the
bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next
plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you
will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely.
Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go
undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a
hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the
feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his
pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then
someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett,
dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson
his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then
walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both
detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member
crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they
met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in
the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith
was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards
the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The
members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members
have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then
their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the
flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant
lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from
the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just
smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that
and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it
exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before
the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then
pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers.
They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed,
and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat
took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and
dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells.
They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of
sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and
stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge
flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson
was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When
Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100
men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith
got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely
standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to
take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the
leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The
assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a
pistol, and shot the engine of the motor. “Watch this,” Smith said as he aimed beneath the boat.
He fired and shouted,”Run!”
They ran in the opposite direction. When they were 50 meters away form the beach, the Water
Mine Smith had been aiming for exploded. Just when they got to a cliff. The Explosion reached
them. They jumped off, hoping they would make it to the water.
Three hours later.
“Well, Johson look at this, Someone has robbed the Banana Bar. You know what we got to do,”
said smith as he put on his shades again.