tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19678657981262087622011-07-30T22:35:29.990-07:00The adventures and life of Me, Agent Scarecrow of the SBG. Read on the edge of your seat as I retell tales of impossible missions that King and I bravely took on. Enjoy the ride as we out fight, out wit and in King's case out sexy the loathsome BFA!Bookdusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04105509405568741348noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1967865798126208762.post-14421906518349610952009-08-01T23:06:00.000-07:002009-08-01T23:07:07.206-07:00

Scarecrow awoke with a start, whipping his Glock 23 out from under its place under his pillow, he blearily scanned for an enemy and finding none he collapsed back onto his bed, he let the gun rest against his forehead, the cold metal felt good against his fevered brow. For a moment he’d been back in some godforsaken stretch of rainforest in Southeast Columbia. The stifling humidity and heat, the

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Chapter One:Capitol Limited Brings a King I wake with a start. Whip my Glock 23 out from its place under the pillow, searching for the enemy, I find only my apartment and collapse back onto my bed, resting the cold metal in my hand against my sweating brow. For a moment there I’d been back in some godforsaken patch of the rain forest in Southeast Columbia. I just lay there, letting the gentle

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