Chapter 52: Hostage, Part 12

Klempner

A group of half a dozen of the women mill around, seeming not to know what to do without someone telling them...

Natural slaves...

The Glock raised in my hand, "Get out!"

One blathers at me, runs up pleading, then her eyes fix on my pistol.

"Out!" I yell, pointing to the door. "Saia! Ir!"

Still they don't get the message. Another runs up, weeping mascara, at me.

Too stupid to live...

Setting down the Glock, I cup my paired hands, then... "Boom..." I open them up. "Out!"

And finally, they get it. Eyes widen. Screaming, they go...

.... two running the wrong way.

Fuck...

I make after them, and there, running ahead of them...

Finchby...

Gotcha!

His eyes widen as he sees me coming and he brings up his pistol. He's way too slow, yelping as I slap the hand to one side, banging the fingers against the wall.

"Hey, Larry..." He's red-faced, spluttering, panicking... I plant my fist in his face and he drops.

Got the bastard!