About twenty minutes ago, yet ANOTHER shot from a high powered rifle went through the window of my kitchen, and hit me dead on, right in the head. This tells me two things: First of all, this guy knew that I'd injected, but he had to have found out another way besides watching me, because if he HAD been watching me for any length of time at all, then he would've known that shooting me wouldn't have worked (I'm assuming that he just figured he missed last time, else he wouldn't have tried again). I'm going to venture a guess that this guy had found out that people were handing out promicin, went to some of the "hand-out spots" and kept track of some of the people who took the shot, and found out just enough about them to figure out where they all live, paying no attention to their abilities, just trying to kill them as soon as he could.
Anyhow, the NTAC guys outside my house caught the guy this time. They're not telling me anything, but I overheard one of them talking to his superior, it sounds like they're sending one more gaurd to watch over me (that makes three of them).
Also, adaptation update: Apparently I've become more bullet proof, I guess due to the fact that I've been hit by a shot from a high powered rifle twice in a few days. The first time I had my buddy shoot me with his hunting rifle, the bullet hit me, left a nasty bruise, but didn't break the skin. The same thing happened when buddy shot me four more times with his gun (just to see what would happen). When the rifle hit me for the first time the bullet hit, and left a bruise, but it wasn't nearly as nasty as the first time I was shot, and it went away the next day. This time when the bullet hit me? It bounced off of my head, and went into the ceiling. No bruise, and not nearly as much pain.
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