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sexta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2017

WRITOBER #13 - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Alex Tornberg

"Leaving so soon, Ambassador?"
"Captain, no. I will be back. The night is amazing, the food out of this world, unfortunately my IBS... Excuse me."
Momoa left the hall and took a wrong turn towards the restrooms, snaked some corridors and took a finger to his ear. Nodded. Waited for the elevator and went down three floors. The loading time was enough to get ready, strip the vest, tie his long hair and reach for the revolver. He arrived. Five more doors and we slowed his pace. The elevator was called. He hurried inside the right room.
"Good, you got it. I just hope you don't shake it when you have to use it for real. Safety is on, by the way..." he said to the woman on the bed.
More footsteps. Room service this time?
"Great, they are here already." The man flashed at her still on her bed. "What are you doing? Mind giving me a hand?"
But the door swooshed open and a gun poked inside. Momoa pulled it and threw the figure against the side wall, grabbed him by the head and knocked it twice to unconsciousness. The door closed, he urged the woman to get the fuck out of the bed.
More running steps. The door opened, the woman rolled to the floor and fire. Fabric, filling and petals spit into the air. Momoa waited for one to come in and fired point blank to his temple. More fire from the outside. The woman poked from behind a desk and fired nervously.
Two targets, they heard, and a small spherical object rolled inside coughing smoke and darkness. Gilass fired randmly and scared. Momoa held his breath, picked the rifle from the floor and sprayed the door. After a few final grunts he dived to the door. No one was breathing anymore.
The smoke cleared and he went inside for the coughing woman.
"The name is Momoa. I left you that box. Come."
"It was signed with an X..."
"The X marks the spot, err, hum, Gilass, is it?"
"How do you know my name?"
"One, that is not your name. Two, everyone and their monkey knows you. We have to leave now." He reached for his ear, "I've got the Drive. Blow the side and prep the tube."
And... not very far from them, she heard an explosion.


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