prt 5
I got up and yawned, stretching my sore muscles, it had been a bloody good sleep! I turned my head to see Aahlad sitting in the corner twirling his knife, "ahh, I see you're awake!" he remarked, stabbing his knife into the table and picking up a diary, he threw it to me and I opened it up "what is it?""Plans, plans to kill that son of a bitch"
"You're more violent than I first thought..." I commented looking through his work, I looked around the room, it had been too dark to see the walls last night, the walls covered in pictures of Patrick, all with knives and darts, even bullet holes, in them. I flicked through some more "I like your style"
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