14961 words. Just a hair behind schedule. I need to have some really good days here or else I'll be clawing at the finish line.
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 9 '14, 13:03
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"On his radio, dispatch said that there was a home invasion in progress at Tracy's apartment. And shots were fired." Jonas looked to Micah incredulously.
"Maybe someone broke in and she blew them away like she does half the football team."
"Or maybe she ordered Chinese earlier tonight, from here." Jonas emphatically thrust a finger toward the building that Micah had just broken into. "And didn't get a fortune and now she's been shot dead!"
Staring at the giant black man still glistening from duck sauce, Micah waited at least three or four seconds before laughing. "Wow. That's just... I don’t even know what that is."
"If you don't believe it can be true then why are you holding a half-box of stolen fortune cookies with another case at your feet?"
"Um, the hundred dollar bill that's in my pocket. Duh."
Jonas' offered a impish smile. "Better check that bad boy again."
With eyes widening, Micah dropped the box and quickly searched his pockets for the money. Turned out instead of Benjamin Franklin's face, he was only met with Andrew Jackson's. "You bastard! You fucking deserve to be covered in garbage!" A hand started to dart out and smack Jonas, but Micah quickly reigned in it before making contact.
"Forget about that now, we've got to get rid of these before they get anyone else killed." Jonas picked up the full case, but Micah was quick to pick back up the opened one. "Give me that."
"You don't really believe this shit, do you? You don’t really know that Tracy's been shot. You could be making that up. Just going off what you heard on the cop's radio." Micah scowled and held his ground. Reaching into the box, he again offered a fortune cookie. "So if you don't believe it, then go ahead, open this one up."
"If I do it, will you give me the rest so I can get rid of them and tell Anya I did?" Jonas gave Micah a long look. Only after a slight nod, did he snatch the cookie out of his hand and popped it out of its wrapper. Taking a bite, sure enough, a slip of paper was stuck straight up out of the other half.
Micah chuckled. "Looks like you get to live."
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