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Adventure of Reptile George

Suddenly, the CIA came bursting into the room. They came from everywhere, the doors, the windows, and even rappelling down from the roof. I knew I had to get out of there, and fast, if I wanted to live to see tomorrow. I called out to my Yoni, my faithful Tamaskan Dog, who let out a low and menacing growl. The CIA agents turned their attention to Yoni, who suddenly charged at them with the ferocity of a hungry lion! My legs were moving faster than my mind, running towards the only exit, leaving Yoni to fend off the gunmen with his last breath. Outside, I heard a whimper and an eerie silence, Yoni. He was gone. Those bastards had killed my loyal dog, my best friend, my partner. With tears in my eyes and a heavy heart, I continued running, looking for a place to hide and plot my next move. Reprieve was nearby, in the form of some bushes, and I didn't hesitate crawling into them. From my newly-found outpost, I could see the CIA agents mulling around, but something was amiss. Alas, I had forgotten my Macbook! It suddenly dawned upon me; they weren't interested in me, but rather my precious Bitcoins! Cursing myself silently for being so foolish as to have left unencrypted bitcoins on my laptop, I could only watch as the agents retreated to their cars and departed.

I started to crawl out from under the brush, but stopped abruptly when I noticed something overhead; a shadow moving as swift and silent as a hunting leopard had descended onto the roof. I could barely make out the dark figure, but there was no mistaking that silhouette, it was Bitman! For years people had speculated as to the existence of the legendary Bitman; I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He seemed to be scanning the area, looking for any possible hindrances before making his next move. My mind was racing; I had been shot at by the CIA, witnessed the death of my lovable Yoni, and discovered the existence of the mysterious Bitman all in one evening. A sudden crash of thunder pierced through the sky, followed by rain that fell like tears from the heavens. Bitman made his entrance into the hotel through a hatch in the roof, probably in search of clues for the events that had transpired there that evening. Tired and exhausted, I sought shelter in a nearby shed and quickly drifted asleep.

To be continued…


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