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Back here there’s nothing. “First Blood”(1982)

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Four questions

This was a bastard to post

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Merry Christmas ya’ filthy animal

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HOTLINE MIAMI : ＪＡＣＫＥＴ

I get up in the morning to the beat of the drum, I get up to this feeling - keeps me on the run. I get up in the morning, put my dreams away -

I get up, I get up, I get up again.

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Hi! This graphic is mine and I’d appreciate if people would like/reblog the original here if they like it.

  I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel (We’ll go all, all, all night long) I want to drive you through the night, down the hills (We’ll go all, all, all night long) I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear (We’ll go all, all, all night long) I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear (We’ll go all, all, all night long)

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sokol-the-grinder:

There was one downside in working with someone that couldn’tspeak, Sokol had no idea just how Jacket was doing up there. He was flyingblind in a way, but not necessarily solo. The small advantage came in the formof Bain being able to see what they were doing, at least when the situation andcameras worked in his favor. There weren’t many on the second floor, not when therewas no need to keep track of who moved around in that area. The importantthings were below, watched by no less than ten cameras, maybe more.

Using the stairs wasn’t an option, not with the guardstanding there, arms folded over his chest. He might have been slowly yawningnow and then though Sokol was certain that it was due to boredom rather thanbeing tired; he looked far too awake and wide eyed for that. He wandered by,giving him but a glance before he continued closer to another car and a doorwayjust beyond it. The camera that was above it was angled toward the vehicles,leaving a suitable blind spot that he took advantage of once he noticed that noeyes were turned in his direction.

“So far so good, guys.Board hasn’t lit up yet,” was whispered through the communication device asif Bain was concerned about being herd. ‘Yet’ he says. It was nice to know thatthey had his vote of confidence. Amused, he glanced over this new area, brieflychecking for cameras before turning his attention to his surroundings and thedoor off to his immediate left that lead outside, evidenced by the glowinggreen EXIT sign above it. After donning his mask, ensuring his face wouldremain concealed should there be anyone on the other side, it didn’t take himlong for the lock to be picked and the door nudged open.

“Is very quiet…” Enough where those whispered words felt fartoo loud in his ears. No metal detectors, no guards outside. Maybe he was justmissing them during their patrol? Unlike the stairs inside, the spiraling onesthat lead to the roof outside were barren, urging him to take advantage of thislack of resistance. “Hope you are having better luck in finding the managerthan I am, friend. Coming to the roof now.”

His coworker had gone quiet, even if Bain had not. Sokol must have been checking out the showroom downstairs. And if all was quiet, hopefully it was going well.

He listened a moment more to whatever machinery was going on inside the next room. There was no way for him to know how many people were in there, or if their backs were turned to the door... so he would just have to take that risk, and act fast. With another cautious glance around, he drew his pistol and moved in at a brisk stride.

One man, with his back to the door, standing at the copy machine and examining a sheet of paper while the machine was at work. Jacket quickly recognized him as the manager. He lifted his weapon toward the man’s head and made a short snap of his fingers just to get his attention -- the man gave a short cry but quickly stifled any further sound, realizing he was at gunpoint. Keeping the gun trained on the man, Jacket lowered it just a bit, just enough to gesture downward.

The manager paused, looking very pale, but understood after a moment and carefully lowered to his knees with his hands raised, dropping his sheet of paper. Jacket hated taking hostages. Annoying. But at least this one seemed to know the routine.

Jacket moved around to his back before drawing a zip-tie, watching his captive with a certain vigilance while he knelt, stashed his weapon for just a moment, and swiftly took the man’s wrists to bind them tight behind his back. A brisk search of the manager’s pockets turned up a keycard and a set of keys. Jacket took both for good measure. He stood and stepped to the doorway just to glance this way and that, then turned back for the manager.

“[Thank you for not disturbing passengers in the quiet zone.]”

Car Shop

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thinking

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I painted my jacket

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Five years!

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let’s get sp00ky!

spooky biker and jacket!

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[ Hotline Miami ] Jacket Biker

[ 핫라인 마이애미 ] 자켓 바이커

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マイアミ落書き〜髭ジャケは良いぞ…。

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