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Martin Bialkowski L5Y Mrs Greenhough The Assassin It was a cold winters night in Chicago, with temperatures well below freezing. The streets were concealed by a thick white blanket of snow, and patches of glistening ice were covering the dark alleys where the earlier blizzards had been unable to dump the snow. In the centre of the city was a small park. The park played host to an arboretum of oak and evergreen trees that cast dark, evil shadows, which would have sent cold, creepy shivers up the spine of the average person. If one looked very carefully, one would have spotted a man standing in these shadows, holding a mobile phone. The man was wrapped up warm like any sensible person would in this weather. He gave his origins away when he spoke, using mainly Australian slang he had learnt while growing up with the aborigines he considered family. He...

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