Someday I'll write a thriller. Until then...
"Stop fidgeting."
Werner Merk stopped rubbing the silver handcuff that ran from his wrist to the locked briefcase on the floor of the limo. A moment later he was smoothing the lapels of his iron gray suit and running his fingers through his dark hair.
"Will you cut it out? You're putting me on edge."
"You should be on edge. That's your job," Werner growled back. His bodyguard, who had introduced himself as Jack, had a shaved head and a black suit that was too tight for his broad frame. Werner assumed the bulge under Jack's left arm was a high caliber pistol, a comforting thought. Jack wore a wired earpiece, though Werner wasn't convinced anyone was on the other end.
Werner peered out the windshield over the chauffer's shoulder. The traffic light was determined to stay red. He didn't even know why they had bothered to stop. It was 2 A.M. and the streets were deserted in this run down part of town.
Werner frowned. Now that he thought about it, this was an unusual route to take to headquarters.
Werner leaned forward and said, "Just go through the light." That was when he caught sight of the chauffeur 's mask and black and white striped shirt.
"Oh crap!" he shouted.
"Robble robble!" the chauffer spun around and emptied his Beretta into Jack's chest.
"Aaagh!" Werner threw open the limo door and staggered out onto the pavement with the suitcase in tow. A black van with a yellow "M" on its side raced in his direction.
Hearing the door of the limo open, Werner turned and ran into the abandoned building behind him.
To his horror, he discovered it was an abandoned warehouse. The main floor was wide open with no cover. He spotted an exit sign in the back and sprinted toward it.
Halfway across the floor a ring of halogen lamps snapped on, blinding him. Werner stumbled and fell to the ground.
It was a trap!
Werner raised a hand to shield his eyes as a tall silhouette approached. Red shoes, yellow jump suit, and horrible, horrible, red hair, there was no doubt as to the figure's identity. Werner's mouth went dry.
"So, the King has a new special sauce he thinks can beat mine, does he?"
Werner raised his hands, "Please, I'm just the courier. I don't know anything. I don't even have the key."
"Ah, yes, that does present a problem. Mr. G, give the man a hand."
"Okie dokie." A giant purple gumdrop holding a chainsaw stepped into the ring of lights.
Werner screamed as the chainsaw roared to life.
THE END copyright 2013 John Lance
"Stop fidgeting."
Werner Merk stopped rubbing the silver handcuff that ran from his wrist to the locked briefcase on the floor of the limo. A moment later he was smoothing the lapels of his iron gray suit and running his fingers through his dark hair.
"Will you cut it out? You're putting me on edge."
"You should be on edge. That's your job," Werner growled back. His bodyguard, who had introduced himself as Jack, had a shaved head and a black suit that was too tight for his broad frame. Werner assumed the bulge under Jack's left arm was a high caliber pistol, a comforting thought. Jack wore a wired earpiece, though Werner wasn't convinced anyone was on the other end.
Werner peered out the windshield over the chauffer's shoulder. The traffic light was determined to stay red. He didn't even know why they had bothered to stop. It was 2 A.M. and the streets were deserted in this run down part of town.
Werner frowned. Now that he thought about it, this was an unusual route to take to headquarters.
Werner leaned forward and said, "Just go through the light." That was when he caught sight of the chauffeur 's mask and black and white striped shirt.
"Oh crap!" he shouted.
"Robble robble!" the chauffer spun around and emptied his Beretta into Jack's chest.
"Aaagh!" Werner threw open the limo door and staggered out onto the pavement with the suitcase in tow. A black van with a yellow "M" on its side raced in his direction.
Hearing the door of the limo open, Werner turned and ran into the abandoned building behind him.
To his horror, he discovered it was an abandoned warehouse. The main floor was wide open with no cover. He spotted an exit sign in the back and sprinted toward it.
Halfway across the floor a ring of halogen lamps snapped on, blinding him. Werner stumbled and fell to the ground.
It was a trap!
Werner raised a hand to shield his eyes as a tall silhouette approached. Red shoes, yellow jump suit, and horrible, horrible, red hair, there was no doubt as to the figure's identity. Werner's mouth went dry.
"So, the King has a new special sauce he thinks can beat mine, does he?"
Werner raised his hands, "Please, I'm just the courier. I don't know anything. I don't even have the key."
"Ah, yes, that does present a problem. Mr. G, give the man a hand."
"Okie dokie." A giant purple gumdrop holding a chainsaw stepped into the ring of lights.
Werner screamed as the chainsaw roared to life.
THE END copyright 2013 John Lance
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