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“The Bank friend of America Plaza roof. And there,” he continued, pointing to the south, “is the Westin.” “What exactly is your plan?” Mark pried as Charlie move to the south edge of the roof. “Simple. I’m going to kill everyone at that press conference in one shot, as well as some of the poor idiots in the floors below. Now, Brighton isn’t just an assassin, he’s a terrorist, too.” After activating his Dave Brighton disguise, Charlie began charging a ball of fire in front of him. Unlike other fire spells, this one was made of extremely volatile fire that would explode once exposed to the air without the aid of sorcery. Charlie then surrounded the fireball with a thin barrier of his aura, effectively creating a remote bomb. With a wave of his hand, the ball flew across the sky and towards the Westin Peachtree Plaza. “Now what?” Mark asked. “You just stay hidden,” Charlie said. “Once that bomb goes off, someone will look in the direction it came from, meaning they’ll see me. Or rather, they’ll see Brighton.” Ben’s eyes darted back and forth as Henry answered questions for the room of reporters. He saw every face, heard every voice; he couldn’t afford to overlook anything in those moments. Every time that little voice entered casting the back of his mind to try and convince him he was just paranoid, something new caught his eye. He knew in his gut that there was a threat incoming, he just didn’t know from where. At last, near the end of Henry’s remarks, he saw a flash in the northern sky. “EVERYONE DOWN!” Ben’s voice boomed. As the room of reporters dove to the ground, amateur Ben dashed forward, arriving at the girl nextdoor window just as an incoming ball of fire broke through the glass. His mind analyzed the situation in an instant. The fire was unstable and explosive, the only thing containing it a thin layer of aura energy. Knowing there wasn’t much time, Ben poured as much of his aura energy as he could into forming a second shield around the fire, but the original shield dissipated just as he was finishing the shield. The slight amount of oxygen was all it took for the fire to begin its explosion, but Ben managed to direct the last hole in his aura shield out the window and away from any civilians. A moment later, he was able to seal up the aura shield completely and smother the last of the fire. “We’re good. We’re good,” Ben said to the room. “Now, sex tape let’s try this new spell out,” he then whispered to himself. Noting the direction and angle the fireball had arrived from, Ben quickly surmised that the shot must have been taken from the roof of the Bank of America building. He pooled a large amount of his aura in front of him as if to teleport, but instead of traveling with the energy as usual, he allowed the energy to teleport alone. This created a circular portal about five feet in diameter that lead directly to the Bank of America rooftop. On the other side of the portal stood a shocked Dave Brighton. Before he could react, Ben activated an aura whip and pulled Dave through the portal and into the room of reporters. It landed a couple of feet in front of her. We lost ourselves. “Cum in me, Mr. Davies!” she groaned. He would celebrate with Fern when she got back from the beach. I admired them for a moment before ordering a double friend bacon cheeseburger, large fries and a drink, asking for everything to be oversize because I was broke and would not be paying. “So the twenty-ninth Ms. Bred was held just last month,” Adelia said. “You have nothing to apologize for. Matt was a good looking sex tape young man but he didn't date much. I’d like to get my girl nextdoor hands on that.” In some corner of my brain, this kind of Molly was what I wanted. Sandy slowly rolled casting over and tried to stand. amateur Those three girls were exciting, but so were Kyleigh and Nikkole. I took a last look at the snow and knew that continuing to hike in such deep snow would not be wise and it would be best to wait another day or so in the hopes that it will melt soon. I shuddered, feeling so juicy between my thighs. The smell was composed of many elements that he associated with Misty, such as the shampoo and conditioner that she always used.