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The band Tango

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8:03 am - Bar del Corso. Five kilometers from the objective.

Tango leads to mouth an espresso macchiato. Pocket decanted his whiskey on the rocks. Kodak ravenous bites into a sandwich instead of mortadella and provolone. The morning breath is not the same for everyone. Species such as those for morning. You could tell those little things who was the leader in that lot, who the and who the crazy fool.

Tango paid the bill, gave a glance at his watch and said - we go.

A black Ford Fiesta was heading towards anonymous Leaf Villa on the outskirts of the city. The plan had been studied in detail. The tension in the car was cut with a knife.

Kodak was driving. Black leather jacket and jeans on a mahogany-colored loafers. He did not like hats much, he preferred to show off his balding proud Advanced. His nickname if he brought with him from adolescence, when he made his first and only day of trial as an assistant to a studio. From that day also brings with it a resulting scar on the face hydrochloric acid that spilled on the floor.

Tango was sitting in front. His style was impeccable: pants and jacket belonging blacks, white shirt and thin red tie. To cover all un'impermeabile gray hat to Humphrey Bogart, flashy sunglasses and highly polished black shoes. To send away the tension was smoking a cigarette after another. Tango called him because of his love for dance halls and not just for those. He had planned everything to perfection and although they went at least fierce of his cronies knew that thanks to his guidance it would all went smoothly.

pocket was sprawled behind it. Was element of the group that did more to shake the wrists Tango. A crazy reckless able to put on a killing for nothing. His casts stress was alcohol. Whiskey bottle from his swallowing that extracted continuously from the breast pocket. This was the origin of the name of art. If you ask around in pocket, everyone knew the story of the little old lady kissed her. It was a simple robbery at a bank in the suburbs. The situation was the most regular pocket is made out to the pole just to avoid trouble combining the bank. The order was to not let anybody in the collection. At some point you pour a little old lady in front of him wanting to get busy. The pocket should not shove off is air, but the old woman does not want to know, pocket all the evidence but the old does not loosen. At one point grabs your ass and sticks a kiss on the mouth as he could not even with the whores of Via Garibaldi. The old goes off to him and kicks to the balls in half. Pocket feeling the pinch, remains a bit 'bent and unleashes a right just after the old crashing to the ground. Boom. The pocket of bad luck that day put him to the test. Just then a patrol car passing by and sees the whole scene. Two cops from the car and start running toward pocket. He just sees them raising their hands in the air and tries to mumble something like - there's a misunderstanding agent. As soon as I pull, exits the gun from his pants and head to the tip of the first two. Grab the pistol from the holster and stuck it in his pocket, the cop holds the neck down to the other and invites him to lay down their arms and put a face to the ground if you do not want to say goodbye to her boyfriend. Handcuffs them both against each other, then takes the police car and some like a madman. When they had finished
cronies tried that mad pocket but found only two bumbling cops linked to each other and an old woman to the ground stunned. Normal things like when you carry a pocket. For the record, the police found her car overturned in a field. Inside was also a box of condoms. What Scirocco pocket not happy with the rejection of old had seen fit to make up a whore in the car with the cops.

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