Griffon Narrative
As I moved toward the catwalk, my right foot hit something slick. I slipped and nearly fell. I looked down to investigate. Someone had dropped a program. Without bothering to look at it, I picked it up and stuck it beneath my overalls into my shirt to read later.
In the catwalk, crouching low to avoid being seen, I pulled the Colt free from its tape, attached the suppressor, then slid the pistol into the voluminous pocket of my uniform. The cartridges, DRT frangible hollow points, contained a compressed powder that disintegrated into a fine dust when they struck a target, causing massive internal damage. One shot should take out Griffon without passing through her to harm innocent bystanders. The final explosion of clapping just before Chabat’s …show more content…
A demure Griffon stood but held back.
Chabat wiggled his fingers again, cajoling her.
People in adjacent seats playfully pushed her forward.
Griffon’s lover took her hands and lifted her onto the apron. After a fierce kiss, Chabat wrapped one arm around her and said to the audience, “Mira! Look, everyone. We got married today.” He raised her left hand and flashed her ring to the audience. The patrons responded with louder applause accompanied by whistles and cheers.
Chabat strutted with manly pride. Griffon glowed.
Fuck. I would have to take her out on her wedding day. I couldn’t do it. I started to walk away, but Caulder’s voice echoed in my head. When was the last time you let a woman interfere with your duty?
I turned back, rubbed my burning gut, and wondered why Griffon had worn red.
Chabat tucked a curl behind his wife’s ear, revealing a delicate pink shell. He had unknowingly cleared my target for me, but something in the way he’d caressed her stole my breath. To block his gesture from my mind, I closed my eyes, refocused on the job at hand, and inhaled deeply. When I opened my eyes, I raised the pistol until the laser sight kissed Griffon’s right ear, and
In the catwalk, crouching low to avoid being seen, I pulled the Colt free from its tape, attached the suppressor, then slid the pistol into the voluminous pocket of my uniform. The cartridges, DRT frangible hollow points, contained a compressed powder that disintegrated into a fine dust when they struck a target, causing massive internal damage. One shot should take out Griffon without passing through her to harm innocent bystanders. The final explosion of clapping just before Chabat’s …show more content…
A demure Griffon stood but held back.
Chabat wiggled his fingers again, cajoling her.
People in adjacent seats playfully pushed her forward.
Griffon’s lover took her hands and lifted her onto the apron. After a fierce kiss, Chabat wrapped one arm around her and said to the audience, “Mira! Look, everyone. We got married today.” He raised her left hand and flashed her ring to the audience. The patrons responded with louder applause accompanied by whistles and cheers.
Chabat strutted with manly pride. Griffon glowed.
Fuck. I would have to take her out on her wedding day. I couldn’t do it. I started to walk away, but Caulder’s voice echoed in my head. When was the last time you let a woman interfere with your duty?
I turned back, rubbed my burning gut, and wondered why Griffon had worn red.
Chabat tucked a curl behind his wife’s ear, revealing a delicate pink shell. He had unknowingly cleared my target for me, but something in the way he’d caressed her stole my breath. To block his gesture from my mind, I closed my eyes, refocused on the job at hand, and inhaled deeply. When I opened my eyes, I raised the pistol until the laser sight kissed Griffon’s right ear, and