Saving the Bad Guy

It all made sense. Those men weren't after me. They were protecting me. It was Sarp all along who had sent me the messages. Heinrich was a code name. That's why Heinrich could be dead and still sending out orders. I sent a prayer Max's way, apologized to Ingrid, and rushed across the table to save him.

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Sarp: I'm staring at their operative and suddenly, some nut comes rushing out of nowhere and grabs my medicine and downs it. He starts to wretch and falls on the floor. I wait. My date is a little miffed. That's okay. She hasn't said a word. That's the problem with this internet stuff. You walk in and know right away. Chemistry, you know. But then you got to sit there for hours being polite. Makes me want to go out and just meet like normal people used to. Anyway, I look down at this guy, nudge him with my foot. "Hey man." "I'm dying," he groans. "Actually, you just took my amoxycilin. So, no more drinking for you tonight. As for me, I may get an infection in the brain, but I'm drug free so I'm going to finish this bottle. When you're done wretching, have a seat and let's talk. Can't be worse than my date." *

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