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Chapter 2 Carl went to the bathroom and let the cold water run through his fingers. He scrubbed the drying blood off his hands and splashed water on his face. Straightening up, he heard a clinking in his pocket, remembering the knives; he took them out carefully, washed them and put them in the bathroom closet. Resting his hands on the sink he took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. There he was; Carl Thatcher, about 6'1", ear length brown hair, smallish black eyes and a slightly tan complexion. Coming out, he made for the bed and flopped down. Ha still couldn't believe that he had been the target of an attempted assassination by what

   Carlos Thatcher could almost hear the shadowy figures creeping behind him as he strolled down the alleyway. As he walked past a dumpster, he spun around and delivered a mighty kick straight to the lead pursuer's neck, knocking him out cold. Almost as if on cue, three knives hurled seemingly out of nowhere. Carl dived to his right, using the fallen man's body as a shield, and hid behind the dumpster. The man had three knives lodged in his SWAT like outfit; two in the arm and one in the shin.   "Lucky for him he was wearing padded Kevlar." thought Carl "if it were me, I'd have been nailed in the heart and knee"   He closed his eyes, stil