James
As we leave for the airport, one of my workers drives in my way, and another one points a gun at me. "What are toi doing?!" "We've had enough of toi James! Get out, and don't go to the airport!" This was all Phillip's fault. Why is the guy shouting at me? It's a good thing George is in the back, because the rifles are in there. Thankfully he gets his fusil, carabine instead of mine, and shoots the guy trying to kill me. I drive away, nearly hitting the S2000 in my way. The guy in the S2000 follows us, and shoots my truck with a mini uzi. A bullet nearly hit George, and he returns feu immediately. The guy gets killed, but there are plus of my workers chasing after me. I knew they would go on strike, but not like this! Before I knew it, this red Saab hits me, and tries to run me off the road. George shoots the car, killing the driver after four shots. As he lays down to reload, I have one plus car to deal with. The citroen. This was no ordinary car, it was a GT. A very nice looking car, but it was heading towards me, with people that wanted my family dead. George was shooting the windows, but they wouldn't shatter. So he did what he did to some people that killed his parents. He shot the tires. Pretty soon the car spun out of control, and hit a truck. I open the window, and congratulate him. Surprisingly Phillip also congratulates him. "Thanks. I think now that they're dead, why don't we stay in England? It's better then America, believe me." I think about it, and he is right. America is a nice country, but I'm not too crazy about living there, and neither is Phillip. Although I did say we would déplacer there if he got into trouble. Just because he got expelled doesn't mean he can't have a good future. Until then, he's working on the farm.
As we leave for the airport, one of my workers drives in my way, and another one points a gun at me. "What are toi doing?!" "We've had enough of toi James! Get out, and don't go to the airport!" This was all Phillip's fault. Why is the guy shouting at me? It's a good thing George is in the back, because the rifles are in there. Thankfully he gets his fusil, carabine instead of mine, and shoots the guy trying to kill me. I drive away, nearly hitting the S2000 in my way. The guy in the S2000 follows us, and shoots my truck with a mini uzi. A bullet nearly hit George, and he returns feu immediately. The guy gets killed, but there are plus of my workers chasing after me. I knew they would go on strike, but not like this! Before I knew it, this red Saab hits me, and tries to run me off the road. George shoots the car, killing the driver after four shots. As he lays down to reload, I have one plus car to deal with. The citroen. This was no ordinary car, it was a GT. A very nice looking car, but it was heading towards me, with people that wanted my family dead. George was shooting the windows, but they wouldn't shatter. So he did what he did to some people that killed his parents. He shot the tires. Pretty soon the car spun out of control, and hit a truck. I open the window, and congratulate him. Surprisingly Phillip also congratulates him. "Thanks. I think now that they're dead, why don't we stay in England? It's better then America, believe me." I think about it, and he is right. America is a nice country, but I'm not too crazy about living there, and neither is Phillip. Although I did say we would déplacer there if he got into trouble. Just because he got expelled doesn't mean he can't have a good future. Until then, he's working on the farm.
