A Story, Bit-by-Bit
Superego: Part 37 – Ambush

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It was one of Morrigan’s thugs. She had clothing that at first glance looked casual but was actually chosen for mobility and probably had some body armor under it – not enough for my blaster, though. Her eyes were that of a stone-cold killer. Good; I’m getting tired of dealing with amateurs. Grabbing Diane seemed like an odd miscalculation, though.
“You know my blaster could easily shoot through the two of you,” I told her, still holding Diane’s bag of weaponry in my hands. “You have basically two options here: you turn that gun on me, and then Diane will use the opportunity to take you out, or you first blow her brains out, which gives me plenty of time to draw and kill you. I’m very quick with a blaster– if you weren’t informed.”
Another woman stepped out of the room, gun pointed at me.
“Oh.”
The thug (thugette?) holding Diane suddenly fell forward, her gun firing into the head of the other woman as she did. There was a loud snap, and then there were two bodies lying on the ground in front of the still standing Detective.
“That was beautiful!”
She ran to the bathroom, and I could hear her throwing up.
“That’s less so.”
“You can buy me some more clothes,” she said as she came out, wiping her mouth with a towel which she tossed to the ground, “Let’s get out of here.”
I tossed her gun bag to her and drew my blasters. “Follow me; this ain’t a ladies first situation.”
“You’re surrounded, Rico!” a voice shouted from outside the apartment. It was Morrigan. I could hear lots of footsteps and guns being readied outside. “You’re not shooting your way out of this one! Put your guns away and step out.”
I growled in annoyance. “It was supposed to be more than a day before the fighting started. Morrigan is not playing by the rules.” I put my guns away.
“Won’t you be needing those?” Diane asked, her bag slung over her shoulder and a gun in her hand.
“No, and put yours away if you want to live.”
“Are we surrendering?” she asked angrily.
Surrender? Heh. That’s why she’s the detective and I’m the hitman. “We’re just going to walk out of here.” I reached for the knob to the apartment door, but stopped and looked to Diane. “Stay close.”
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14 Comments

  1. Another great installment! Occasionally, an installment may not seem to come together just right (such as when Rico tries to explain away his behavior with freudian logic; please don’t kill me for my critique!), but overall this has been extremely intriguing.

  2. I understand what you’re trying to do with it and Rico’s character, it just seemed kinda odd. It works as a rationalization of Rico behavior, but rationalizations generally come across quite pathetically in real life, and Rico isn’t immune to that I guess.

  3. Pomoze Bog.
    You know, I think we oughta bribe SarahK to make you sleep on the couch until you stop handing us these damned cliffhangers; why can’t you end ’em with Rico driving off, or something?

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