Episode 1 Head-huntress
“Hold it right there!”
He froze. That tickling
in his neck told him a weapon was pointed at his back. He knew that
feeling well. Years on the run had developed it into an almost
mystical sense. Too bad it didn't warn him before people
started pointing guns at him.
“Raise your hands.
Slowly.”
The steely undertone set
his nerves tingling. He spread his hands away from his body.
Can I make it around
the corner into the warren of the smugglers' quarters? He
discarded the thought as futile
“Turn around. Slowly!”
He turned, as requested,
his hands level with his head, while his eyes looked for a way out
The gun was an ugly piece
of technology, its power setting glowing a malevolent red. One shot
and he'd be a puff of greasy smoke. The woman holding the gun was a
different matter. She was gorgeous. Deadly gorgeous. A Venus fly
trap in human shape.
He smiled slowly.
“What...”
“What's a pretty thing
like you doing with such a big gun?” she cut in. “Don't bother
saying it. I've heard it all. They all regretted their words.” She
nodded at him. “Your gun.”
The narrow passage
offered no means to dive for cover. Resigned he pulled the gun out of
its holster with two fingers and dropped it.
“Your other gun. In
your boot.”
He looked back at her,
spread his arms, smiled as if to say... you got me... that's it.
She didn't buy it.
“Why don't you make
life easy for us and just unpack? There's another gun, three knives
and a Laothian boomslang hidden on you. Quite aside from a set of
blowpipe and darts, and a coil of mono filament. Don't forget that
pack of booby-trapped rare poisons!” she added, sounding amused,
“Are you sure you packed everything this morning?”
He gritted his teeth.
She's got you down pat there. Giving a shrug he started to
discard his arsenal of weaponry. Finally he spread his hands again.
“That's it.”
Her thumb flipped a
switch on her gun and she shot him.
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