The shocking incident occurred in the Morgan Street at September 4, 2020. Me and Jordan were in a coffee shop, sippin 12 ounces of darjeeling tea, arguing over the future perspective of our company.
Jordan was outraged for the accountant Mrs Pleas, she was from Mumbai, studied in Harvard Law School, somehow currently in an occupation which is not of her specialty, but this is not a big issue here.
Seemingly Arab kid, probably about fifteen years old brought a gun in the room then people nearby screamed out of intimidation. This is threatning, eventually.
"You fagit", the boy whispered with abhorrent grimace, pointed the gun at an old white lady.
"Hey you elder thot I aint see any worth of you breathin muthafucka"
After few seconds he pulled the trigger.
We all expected after this brutal murder, the next target is one of us. What is his purpose for doing all this? Due to the religious cause? (Jihad?) Anointed with various prejudices ordinal society regard ethnic minority as totally risky existence sometimes. But this time, now is the time of serious emergency. One blunder, one tragedy. All we gotta do is to show maximum respect and obedient attitude to this atrocious killer. Okay. Interfecit me. I was looking for the way to avoid fatal results.
However, what people saw was unexpected horrid incident.
The old fragile lady had not been dead, even not injured at all. Non possum. None of them grasped what the heck is going on. She physically avoided range of the awkward gunshot of the miserable kid, and comma period later, she grabbed the gun from the left side of his arm and kicked his gut holding the gun, thrusted him, then finally robbed him of the weapon.
She was acting like she knows karate or something. Elegant martial arts. Everybody around applauded for her brave and strong action, which left citizens intact to the impact of terrorism.
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