Ghiani is catapulted out of Boeing, naked and with his briefcase in hand. Behind him, three agents of the Competition, armed with revolvers and many harnessed to a parachute.
The Competition, this time, had well and truly screwed: a stewardess (the agent three, the one in underwear Victoria's Secret had just punctured a lung) was called a fanatic of Italian comedies. Sensed sex at high altitude (if there was one thing he loved more than the sex was sex at high altitude), opened the suitcase and tried a liquid transitional personality that could make him comfortable: found that Ghiani Sandro, who had participated in several genre films, and if the shot intravenously, at the base of the neck. Sgam. Twenty minutes later, the toilet flirting with the stewardess. Thirty minutes later, half-drugged and injured, was in collision with the globe.
He wanted to calculate how many seconds remain before the impact with the ground, but the catch with these personalities and cash equivalents, was always the same: it earned the look and voice of the person "synthesized", but also culture and IQ. And often unpleasant personality residues returned to the surface after the end of the effects. In any case, it was apparent that Ghiani this, whoever he was, had never opened a physics book.
A second shot caught him in the thigh: the pain did not surprise him, but the trajectory of the flow of blood in free fall for eight thousand meters. Unlock the case and a handful of tubes to escape, Califano, Aretha Franklin, Toto Schillaci. Achille Bonito Oliva crashed against the official number two, blinding him.
Then finally found him: Patrick de Gayardon. We injected the solution into the palm of the hand, and was operational in fifteen seconds. Just in time. Ready to glide with his wingsuit.
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Sin was naked.
"Esto no es contemplated in my contract," came out as a burp.
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