A Day in Belgium

I get off the train in Brussels, backpack over one shoulder, Frommer’s in my back pocket. I have a room at a hostel, reserved online. After I check in I see several points of cultural interest before I keep my real appointment.

The mark is the only one home. When he opens the door, I put two bullets in his chest, one in his head. He falls back, out of the way of the door, so I close it before I walk away.

I’ll move on through France, into Spain, keep playing the tourist before I head back to Langley.

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Title by: Pursang
Story by: David

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