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The
guns were loaded with cat urine. The slingshots were in their pockets
and Molly was hotter than ever. The plan was simple.
Molly
entered the house of Antonio Montana - dressed sexy as hell, as
usually.
'Hello
gentlemen! Is Tony home?', said Molly with a slow and seductive
voice. One of the guards made a phone call in order to see whether
Montana was accepting visitors or not. It turned out that for Molly
he was willing to make an exception – after all even steroid drug
dealers are not made out of iron.
'He
is waiting for you upstairs.', said to Molly the taller guard while
the other one continued to watch an old black and white film from the
40's while cleaning a M16 rifle.
The
house of Antonio Montana was built like a fortress. There were
cameras everywhere except for his room where all the business was
happening. It was a request made by his clients who didn't want
somebody recording them on tape during deals.
'Hello
Molly! What brings you back here?', said Antonio Montana at the door
while moving one of his legs forward in order to hide his b-o-n-e-r.
'Just
decided top stop by and see how you are doing. Is this a crime?',
whispered Molly into his ear and closed the door. At that point she
kissed him while calling Johnny using a cellphone hidden in her left
pocket. {Johnny was on speed dial.}. Antonio Montana and Molly were
happily making out when somebody started breaking the windows of the
building using - this was Johnny and his slingshot. Antonio Montana
thought he was under gunfire, pushed Molly away and told her to lay
down while he started shooting back even though he couldn't see the
enemy.
At
about that time California Muscle jumped out of nowhere, dressed like
a total gangster, and started spraying cat urine all over the guards
of Antono Montana who quite honestly though the was insane and using
guns against a mad man was a waste of ammo.
Once
the “gunfire” was over Antonio went to see what was happening
down stairs since security was not responding. He instructed Molly to
stay in his room because there was a possibility that the guards were
dead. {The truth for their disobedience was actually the amount of
cat urine in their radio stations.} Molly was a very good actress -
she shaking and crying the whole time. As soon as Montana was out of
the room she took the teddy bear spy camera and put it in her purse.
The mission was almost complete. It was time to escape.
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Molly
went downstairs while thinking that it all worked out like a well
directed play only to see that the guards of Antonio Montana were
beating California Muscle quite heavily. There was blood all over the
place and by the looks of it he was unconscious. As always, somebody
had to pay the price and this time it was him. At this point Molly
knew she was fucked since letting Cali in the hands of Antonio
Montana was like being accessory to murder. Molly had no choice but
to go all in. She took a M16 rifle, left at some old desk from the
16th
century, and shoot one of the guards in the knee.
'Bitch!',
he said.
She
shoot him in the other knee. This is when the other guard and Antonio
knew the girl was not joking - Montana was looking at her like a
ghost. {he still had a b-o-n-er}. Molly told them to tie themselves
to the wall and covered their faces with their jackets – she didn't
want them to see how Johnny looks but she needed his help to move the
body of California Muscle out.
Once
Little J arrived the first thing he noticed was actually not the
blood but the insane smell of cat urine all over the place. After a
consistent effort Molly and Johnny were able to put Cali in one of
Antonio's trucks. They headed straight to the hospital.
