9/04/2012

A Terrorist

One afternoon I remembered it was nearly to the close time of our garden centre. I was standing on a ladder doing a painting job.
There was a man wore a casual clothes passed by me. I looked down and saw there was a pistol hidden under his armpit.
"This is a strange man." I thought and stopped working and ran to upstairs CHARK’ s office, he is in charge of the company’s security.
"Sir! There is a man with a pistol in our Garden centre, maybe he is a terrorist, I am not sure, what shall we do?" I said.
"Don’t worry. Let’s go and have a look." CHARK stayed calm.
We quickly got down from upstairs.
At that moment, I saw the man at the till for checking out, I made eyes to CHARK that it was him.
After few minutes the man have been checked and stepped out. CHARK and I followed him and tried to get close to him and ready to control him at any time, when we went out the door, we saw the man is getting in a police car.
CHARK patted me on the shoulder and said:
"He isn’t a terrorist, he is a terrorist killer."

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