How do we deal with fictional stories? John Murdock woke up after a long night of drinking, he got up and went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Then he headed to his boathouse where his pride and joy was located, an 8m aluminum hull, dark red quintrex with two 200hp Yamaha outboards. John went back to the house, poured himself a nice cup of coffee and sat down at his table. As he approached the table, he saw a black BMW parked about three houses down the street, he took a mouthful of his coffee and quickly saw the car. He could see two suits sitting in front of the BMW, he drank the rest of his coffee and went to his room to change. Then he crept up to the back door that led to his boathouse and slowly opened the door so he could see outside, he looked around and he spotted a black cruiser of jet. which was anchored approximately 500 m downstream from the sailor. John opened the door and quickly ran towards the hangar, he knew he had been spotted, he jumped in the quintrex and fired up the twin 200, pulled the throttle lever into reverse and got bored out of the boathouse. John reduced the throttle, moved the lever forward, and launched the boat toward the sailor's exit. John glanced back to see how close the cruiser was and it was right there on its tail. John pushed the throttle lever further and the twins responded with a roar and pushed even faster. Joh... middle of paper ...... took the shot then quickly moved to the other and fired again there was a guard who was about to go around the fence and John the lined up and shot him faster than you can snap your fingers on the other side of the compound, John quickly ran out of the brush and through the gate then to the gate of the palace, he picked the lock and slowly opened the door with the SMG's muzzle, there were no guards inside the door, so John slipped through and ran down the hallway. John ran up the stairs pointing his gun at the next staircase, then he looked through the rooms until he saw the largest room at the end of the door. In the hallway, John moved quickly along the wall, then he opened the door and sprayed the room with bullets, then he entered. There was Zen Alcarid lying on the ground with a hole in his chest, he was begging for mercy, then BANG.