I said me too. Thn vo kehti kahi milne ka plan hi bna le.I said kl dekhte hai.Agle din humne ghoomne ka plan bnaya hum pehle movie dekhne gaye vo mere...bilkul kareeb ho kr bethi thi.Usne jeans top pehna tha.Nd maine kurta payajama. Usne dheere dheere meri baaju pakri nd mere shoulder pe sir rakh lia. Tb tk mujhe kuch galat feel nahi hua thn vo apni nose mere shoulder pe rakh k ragarne lagi. I thot use cold hai nd maine use apna rumaal de dia.Usne apne sir pe hath maara or kaha tu sach main. The tallest of the three terrorists stood behind a kneeling hostage with a knife in his hands. I sighted my M110 recoil-operated, semi-automatic a heavy SASR (Special Application Scoped Rifle) on him. Just as he drew back his hand holding the knife I fired. Before the 7.62 round struck him in his forehead I had sighted and fired at the second target and then at the third man. My spotter whispered in my ear . . . . ‘Target one down . . two down . . three down.’ In the space of less than one. He then put it back into his pocket.He took a deep breath and already felt some of the effects kick in. He looked at the screen as he then reached into his other breast pocket. He felt it as he grabbed the large brown wrapped cigar out of his pocket. He put the cigar to the edge of his mouth and admired the taste of it.“Yep... , “ he said with a mouthful of a cigar. “Time to stick it to them.” He pulled out the one match that he had and then pulled out a small laser igniter. He held the match. "Small world. Long time no see. " He then offered her a beer which she gladly accepted and chugged down.When it was empty she handed the can back to him with a, "Thanks." As she turned and walked away she could hear him saying something but she couldn't make out the words over the music. She had business to take care of and didn't have time to be wasting with him.She looked around the crowded room and saw a table. Perfect, she thought as she made her way over to it and climbed on top of it. No.