<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Brickedup on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/brickedup/</link><description>Recent content in Brickedup on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/brickedup/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hidden Away</title><link>/stories/2016/06/13/hidden-away/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/13/hidden-away/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING
Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; try this at home, the story is presented here as a &lt;strong&gt;fantasy only&lt;/strong&gt;,
to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The man shifted in the cramped car seat. The car was parked on a sparsely populated street, pulled into the shadows of trees lining the street. He checked his watch. The object of his stakeout should be home soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His cell phone rang and he answered. “Jeff here, boss,” he said, listening to the man on the other end. “He should be here shortly. I’ll have him all wrapped up and out of here in about half an hour.” He listened again. “Yes, as usual, you will get proof I’ve got him and that he won’t be causing any problems for you anymore.” He smiled as he listened more. “That’s why you hire me boss. I always get my man.” He ended the call as a car was approaching from the opposite end of the street. Jeff pulled out his binoculars and saw it was the car he was waiting for. He watched as it pulled into the driveway and a man got out. He smiled as he thought about what was about to begin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hidden Away</title><link>/stories/2016/06/13/hidden-away/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/13/hidden-away/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The man shifted in the cramped car seat. The car was parked on a sparsely populated street, pulled into the shadows of trees lining the street. He checked his watch. The object of his stakeout should be home soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His cell phone rang and he answered. “Jeff here, boss,” he said, listening to the man on the other end. “He should be here shortly. I’ll have him all wrapped up and out of here in about half an hour.” He listened again. “Yes, as usual, you will get proof I’ve got him and that he won’t be causing any problems for you anymore.” He smiled as he listened more. “That’s why you hire me boss. I always get my man.” He ended the call as a car was approaching from the opposite end of the street. Jeff pulled out his binoculars and saw it was the car he was waiting for. He watched as it pulled into the driveway and a man got out. He smiled as he thought about what was about to begin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>