Death at 20,000 feet
Michael thought he was safe, now that he is about 20000 feet high in the air, and about an hour in the air. He will be an ocean away. He felt more relaxed when he couldn't see land, so he pressed a button for the stewardess. Then, within a few minutes, a young, beautiful blonde stewardess, in her stewardess uniform, appeared to answer the call. Can I help you, she said. Without looking, he said, Adry Martini, please, please. Oh, course, she said, sir. She left to get his drink. But several hours ago, this pretty blonde stewardess was going to work, but there was something about her, something off; she looked the same, she sounded the same, she probably acted the same, but there was something off with her. But some people would call it, instinct, some kind of sense or Esper (all levels of ESP),m but most would ignore it, but if they did, they would be right, She was the Ghost, or she was posses by the Ghost, the Ghost the most dangerous assassin, no one every knew, how he was, if it was one person or more, or were he was from, All it was know, if the target, and if they could paid his cost, if you chested, it would be bad, What is true, that the ghost, when he was young, he discovered his abilities. And soon he had a talent that he could use. About half an hour later, the pretty blonde stewardess arrived with his drink; she placed it on a tray. She smiled and said, " Enjoy your drink, sir, she said. Michael started slowly drink the dry Marti She smiled, what is not know to Michael or anyone, within the dry Martini there was a drop of poison, within a few hours, Michael will be, gone, dead way before Michael would arrived, but the ghost did what he did, he wait until he was sure the job was done, He might spend a few in the stewardess body for a safety, and left another job was done. As he left her body with a headache, to explain her missing time. So the ghost was back where he was, somewhere thousands of miles away.
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