The truth about that pile of pencils: the story was over. What do you expect to do and teach, people who spent the morning temper at the same height and still continued until a few moments ago when the doors upstairs were undermined and the water began to fill it. Hold the bag or defuse the alarm system? The problem was this. It was just now had to find a hatch or breaking the window. Via the hood and Bosco to float face down. Him: sure sure, we jump from that panel, the lower the tank. And enter. Now it's gone.
grabbed a stool, and actually broke a window, but it was too high because the water could escape and then, stupid, she thought, that you throw yourself under? Better if the stairs only some crazy bastard had not sealed all over. Pencils still around who were on a cruise and the only hard body with which to break the handle and pull out the lock was the head of Bosco. That certainly is not offended. Took a deep breath and dived. It was a race between the door and the head of Bosco who broke first. Eventually he managed to break the stairs that led from the water had finally found an outlet. He got a plan and the corridor was deserted, the silence too.
He then came back and took the body of Bosco and did well because he was a peck on the first bullet of the police, After a few flight of stairs and always with Bosco protected emergency exit that led him to the car and freedom.
jumped saying goodbye and leaving him hanging from the fire escape where ended up between the feet of his pursuers earning him valuable seconds.
is true.
of a friend you do not throw anything away.
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