So, lets have a little fun shall we?

Here is the scenario: You wake to the sound your of phone ringing and look over at the clock, its 11:30 a.m. You answer you phone and hear a deep voice say to you "Last week three professional hitmen were hired to kill you. Their already on the plane and will arrive in your city in three hours. That have your address, a list of your daily habits, work address, the phone number for each and a photo of you and your car." You are shocked but ask who it is your talking to; to late, they hung up.

You ask yourself why someone would hire killers to come after you, thinking perhaps its only a prank. Then you remember something, the big name company you work for did some "under the table" work that pissed off some very important people and you were the one in charge of the work.

Here is the deal, you have three hours before the three professional killers reach the city. You don't know anything about them or when they will strike. What are you going to do in order to not get killed? Explain as detailed as possible.

but who was phone

get a taxi to an airport in another city and catch a plane to mexico where i would never be heard from again.

i would also buy a shitload of weapons just incase.

It took the professional killers a WEEK to catch a plane to my city? Lame . . .

Ring the police, tell them what happened, see if they can get phone records etc. Stay in police custody until hitmen are caught.

1. Get Naked
2. ???
3. Saved ass.

Stay home. Call up Macaulay Culkin and have him set some traps for these hitmen. Those fags won't stand a chance.

They have a life too ya know. :P

This, except, every few months, I would change location. I would move to remote areas throughout Mexico, and South America. After several years (possible a couple decades) I would return to the United States, change my name, reside in another location (preferably the other side of the United States), and never speak to anyone I knew before these events. They will all believe I died, or was kidnapped and sold into slavery. No one will ever look for me again, and I will live a new, low-profile life. Out of everyone's way, and alone.

Or, from knowing how much that life would suck, I'd just let the hitmen kill me. Of course, I would fight back, and take at least one of them with me.

stay locked in a small apartment room, semtex or rdx on the door, booby traps on the window sills with heavy black drapes covered with a carbon curtain behind it, me sitting on a stool facing the door with a loaded shotgun, a lot of meth and coffee, and the homemade trigger to the explosives on the door. maybe fuck off all the traps the meth and shotgun will suffice, take out one bastard, steal his gun and move to a new apartment, u run and ull be paranoid for the rest of your life.