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Pastor John sat in his office, sifting through papers found on a pew in his church. Bios mostly. The men looked like the mess-with-me-you’re-dead type, straight faces on each picture. Some had terminated scrawled on their fronts, others were just photographed black and white.

Something caught his eye on the third paper. Something was scribbled onto the corner of it. 89237. John looked over it one more time. What the heck was it? He pulled open his laptop, which was left on his next lesson. He looked at the corner of the pages, showing a company name. Columbus Co. He quickly switched on Google and typed it in. He clicked on the company, which was apparently a weapons warehouse. He searched through the home page and saw Classifieds. He clicked on and a window popped up.

Password? blinked and five bars lay below it. He typed in the number sequence from the paper into the boxes, and thousands of files were instantly downloaded onto his computer without him even pressing yes. His files went from a few typed lectures and some little stories his niece had sent him to thousands of operations. The newest one flew onto his screen.

Operation Preacher was explained before his eyes, pictures of him scattered everywhere. He looked at when it was made. It was still being made. His eyes widened as he looked at the built in web cam as the light next to it was bright. He gasped and closed his lap top. His life was in danger. A gunshot sprang through his window and slammed into the plaster of his walls. He ducked and hid under his desk as gunshots continued to slam at his desk, slowly breaking through.

He wished it would stop.