chapter 2
DUEL IN THE DESERT
DUEL IN THE DESERT
2 DAYS LATER...
About 2'000 miles away in death valley, a red 2013 Shelby mustang GT500 super snake with white stripes was driving into a park outside a lonely diner in the desert. As the man stepped out you could tell who he was before he said anything. This was Bob Vila. One of the best private detectives the U.S.A had ever had. It turned out that Fernando, the man Bob helped to get his Porsche back three months ago, had been a big executive in the Italian construction business and to pay bob for his services he had gave him a large, silver briefcase and inside was $250,000. So bob had decided to spend the money on this large muscle car.
Inside the diner was only two people, Tom the old barman and a young woman sitting at a table. As Bob walked through the door the two heads turned his way as he came in and sat on the bar stool in front of Tom.
" just a glass of water please." Asked Bob.
" No, we don't sell any of that fancy mineral water. We only sell whisky."
After he heard that he just started talking to Tom. After a while more people came and went but it was when a loud V12 engine sounded that Bob got curios. As Bob got up to see what was going on the engine's owner came through the door. Bob lifted his hat up off his eyes so he could see who it was, it was then that he realised with horror that it was Marty potter!
"Ah Vila we meet again." Marty said. "Too soon." Bob replied, his voice shaking but before he said anything else Marty pulled out his stolen gun and fired a shot. It missed Bobs head by inches and hit a record on the wall behind him sending it crashing to the floor. " It's 1984 all over again!" Shouted Tom as he dived behind the counter just as everyone else did. Bob tried his gun but all the ammo was in the glove box in the car. "could this get any worse?" Bob asked himself. of course it could. Marty came out of nowhere and hit him like a speeding train. He hit Bob in the back of the head and then he was out cold...
After a while Bob came round to a huge round of applause. Apparently, he had been out cold for an hour and that Marty had just left. When he herd that he jumped to his feet not forgetting to pick up his hat which now had a large bullet hole in it. " Where was he going?" Demanded Bob.
" He said something about a bullet run in Sanfrancisco." Without saying anything Bob picked up a black and gold motorbike helmet and headed out the door for a speedy drive to Sanfrancisco and ready for the Bullet Run...
About 2'000 miles away in death valley, a red 2013 Shelby mustang GT500 super snake with white stripes was driving into a park outside a lonely diner in the desert. As the man stepped out you could tell who he was before he said anything. This was Bob Vila. One of the best private detectives the U.S.A had ever had. It turned out that Fernando, the man Bob helped to get his Porsche back three months ago, had been a big executive in the Italian construction business and to pay bob for his services he had gave him a large, silver briefcase and inside was $250,000. So bob had decided to spend the money on this large muscle car.
Inside the diner was only two people, Tom the old barman and a young woman sitting at a table. As Bob walked through the door the two heads turned his way as he came in and sat on the bar stool in front of Tom.
" just a glass of water please." Asked Bob.
" No, we don't sell any of that fancy mineral water. We only sell whisky."
After he heard that he just started talking to Tom. After a while more people came and went but it was when a loud V12 engine sounded that Bob got curios. As Bob got up to see what was going on the engine's owner came through the door. Bob lifted his hat up off his eyes so he could see who it was, it was then that he realised with horror that it was Marty potter!
"Ah Vila we meet again." Marty said. "Too soon." Bob replied, his voice shaking but before he said anything else Marty pulled out his stolen gun and fired a shot. It missed Bobs head by inches and hit a record on the wall behind him sending it crashing to the floor. " It's 1984 all over again!" Shouted Tom as he dived behind the counter just as everyone else did. Bob tried his gun but all the ammo was in the glove box in the car. "could this get any worse?" Bob asked himself. of course it could. Marty came out of nowhere and hit him like a speeding train. He hit Bob in the back of the head and then he was out cold...
After a while Bob came round to a huge round of applause. Apparently, he had been out cold for an hour and that Marty had just left. When he herd that he jumped to his feet not forgetting to pick up his hat which now had a large bullet hole in it. " Where was he going?" Demanded Bob.
" He said something about a bullet run in Sanfrancisco." Without saying anything Bob picked up a black and gold motorbike helmet and headed out the door for a speedy drive to Sanfrancisco and ready for the Bullet Run...
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