Hammersmith Servants

Shooting one morning

Around one in the morning, a group of cars lined up in front of a large building. Far away on stage is being held. A female midwife grabs the micropone and shouts loud songs. Finish it a low boisterous state by the applause of the audience. 

Finished staging the woman entered the skene. “There are people want to meet.” security appears suddenly behind the great singer.

They finally decided to meet the guest. In the middle of the dresser door Stella stopped. “I know all royalties have been submitted.”

“It's not non, it's not. There are others.”

They talked while walking in the middle of the hallway. 

“What is this?”

Stella unwrapped the paper containing a round of numbers with a picture of the devil's face. “Inspardon. I refuse to get involved. Know who I am?”

“Ya, miss,”

“Read it yourself.” Stella walked roughly leaving the man in the black suit.

“Goodnight miss!” 

Stella did not answer the driver. His feet entered the black volk car.

Her face was almost like a mayit. His breath was thrown rough out the window. “Make what my role is so far there. If they don't want to listen. Just money-money!”

Driver peeking through the rearview. Stella smokes with papier and starts reading Sin Po magazine.

“Nona likes Chinese?”

“Not like anymore. A family once served as Sun Wen's soldier. He retired fourteen days. Retirement is also my air.”

“Front miss really Netherlands.”

“Only my mother is not.” Stella smilingly gulps a glass bottle bolsh.

“Small drinking. Most of them do not help at all.”

“But if not even more not help anymore.” Stella glanced and smiled.

“How many kilometers?”

“About fifteen minutes.” 

Stella looked at the housing until the large and spacious buildings along Braga. “My little one is very nice this area.”

“From the past humans can only advance development, non. But his reason remains to eat each other even worse rotten contents.”

Stella laughed in response. “You're right. I also wanted to die. Only God give way to me.”

“Net number?”

Stella frowned hearing that.

“Wholly no. The world is only for capital. Those who seek revolution only kill themselves.”

“The bay is heating up now. Who do you think the winner is?” Stella asked.

“Of course the country of development.”

“America?”

“Who else?”

The driver only answered occasionally looking at his pocket-hanging watch. “Sabar. Medium jammed.”

Stella leaned back with the handlebars closing her eyes. At the intersection appeared both black cars stopped at the corner of the public tilpun. Stella was watching the vehicle. “Who is it?” his eyes were flashing behind the car glass.

“Maybe journalists, don't miss fear.”

Stella thumped hard. His face was agitated at the sight of the watch already at one in the morning. He looked at me looking out of the car. They're already gone. Stella was relieved then opened the tilpun card. He wants to call an assistant. But strangely when the car goes through the poles tilgrap. The two black cars with thick glass kept following. 

“Quick!” Stella whispers in sweat.

The driver realized they were followed then turned to the bridge to the front of the empty shops. The second car is gone. The state of silence with the eyes of Stella's mistress who had not calmed down. 

“It is better to stop first miss.”

Stella hesitated but eventually agreed. They went to a fast food restaurant. Until we finished eating out the wind so cold. Stella's wearing a gray coat.

The car returned to the empty areas. Something sounds loud. Apparently the tire broke down another passenger. Stella's getting so bad. He called the boss's headquarters repeatedly. No one is lifting. Continuously calling. The connection remains empty. Stella decides to walk but the driver forbids her. 

Next to the lodges came out two cars earlier. Stella ducked until both cars were gone. Stella sat up straight. His eyes narrowed far ahead. 

“Find me a rickshaw!”

“Must be no miss.”

“Then let me get down!” 

“Being the red light miss.”

Stella tried to close her eyes. Faintly the sound of exhaust was heard. Stella woke up and was right. The bully's car has appeared. Even now so close. The horn kept ringing but the red light was not green. Until the situation made Stella confused. He grabbed the window handle, locked it. 

Not long after the driver turned the steering wheel. In the dense gusts of the woman's nose, something loud and hot suddenly shot out and violently struck the glass, the sound of the explosion could not be stopped. The screams were also interrupted after the five bullets hit the car's glass. Stella immediately fell face down inside her lemosine. 

The driver immediately cleaned his clothes. Running after the cars is far away. Stella was still breathing with a loud voice. He held his chest that had been hit by a bullet. The driver called for medical. Then the shabuh Braga was shocked by the death of the young biduanita. Even the news constantly makes the coverage hot. Almost all radio and television channels reported the fateful event. Stella was declared dead, she could not stand the bleeding, bullets lodged in her throat and stomach up to her neck. 

The funeral was held at ten in the morning. Relatives and colleagues also came. Except family. Stella has no family. Her whole life was taken care of by Sarah. In which the woman was just present. The new group of entrepreneurs arrives at eleven. Maria. Amanda as a representative came to express her sorrow. And watering the tombstone with water. “Tenace. Kalibanteng is also your family.” Amanda sprinkled the jasmine flowers and Melissa stepped onto the stage. She said she lost Stella as a consistent woman. He was more of a hard worker. Even so never thought of himself. 

At one o'clock in the afternoon the final funeral ceremony was held a ceremony of homage. Trumpet. Not because Stella is just a big biduan but social services and empathy during a career. He is known to have been involved in famine funds and contributed eight hundred million. African practices and poverty contributors to the present conflict countries.

The case is still being carried out. Norah is deploying five commissions to deal with the case of the young female midwife's death. In the sense of not just a shooting but a case of quotation marks. Satanian involvement. Hearing that Amanda tried to launch a tracking through the computer. Lydia's trying so hard. But the computer cannot penetrate it. He said, maybe harini satellite symptoms. Understandably, the denser the air traffic, the more difficult information is to obtain.

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