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Arnell Fischer grinned as he unlocked his front door. He had broken the Alex Rider! He had thought Blunt wanted to do it but no he, Arnell Fischer had done it. This might be the best day of his life yet.
Tossing his keys on the shelf by the door he sauntered to the kitchen. He headed straight for the fridge. 'Such a good day could only get better with a good drink.' He thought as he looked for his beer. He pulled out a bottle and started to search for the tomato juice. There wasn't a open one in the fridge or any in his cupboards, he had finished the last one the night before.
"Well, that won't do," he said, "I'll have to go and buy some more."
As he grabbed his keys to walk to the shop, he wondered if they had any cheese sticks, (last time they had sold out.) He locked his door behind him and set off humming out of tune.
Thankfully, the shop wasn't far, but he'd forgotten he had to pass old Mrs. Fletcher's. She had several cats and collected stays. There were always cats sunning themselves on the wall or by the gate of her small front garden.
Fischer hated cats. And Mrs. Fletcher's cats hated him! 'Ah, well,' he thought, 'nothings going to ruin my day now, who cares about a few cats.' As he approached the house, he continued with he's humming determined to ignore the cats who started yowling and hissing as Thier poor ears were traumatized by his horrendous, off key tune.
Arnell Fischer stopped at the curb looked left, then right, then with a smirk on his lips, he stepped into the road to cross to the local shop.
He never saw what hit him. As the stolen van came speeding down the road straight into him. He was bounced off the bonnet onto the road and then run over. The van didn't slow but sped away.
The big ginger tomcat yawned and stretched slowly then with a final glance at the broken figure in the road it stalked off up the road, it's job done.