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Authors: Jonas Saul
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turned around and began half-running up and down the side aisles looking at all the signs on the various shops, searching for anything resembling an ape.
Nothing.
Maybe it was upstairs?
She took the closest staircase and ran up. A quick three minute scan revealed no apes.
She was out of time and out of luck.
She ran back downstairs and looked for a clock. She found one by the exit to Pipa utca.
2:14pm.
He was gone.
I fucked up. Somehow I missed the fucking red Ape.
Nothing pissed her off more than getting a message from Vivian and then not executing it properly. She’d done it before. Four years ago when she started getting the dark visions she’d screwed up a message about the north face . It ended up getting her kidnapped and almost killed. Last year she’d gotten a message of exactly where Armond Stuart was. When she nabbed him he identified himself as a retired police officer named Jack Tate. It was true. He used to be a cop. His name was Jack Tate then. She believed him and he led her into his trap and almost killed her again.
And now she had another message and she completely just danced around the Great Market Hall and fucked the goose on it.
“Damn!” she slapped the wall beside the exit door. People had been coming in. Two doors were wide open when she exclaimed. People in the street looked her way. Sarah looked at them.
A red three-wheeled vehicle sat parked at an odd angle on the sidewalk just outside the door. On the side of the vehicle it said in English Street Coffee . It looked like a miniature UPS truck but red and the back door lifted straight up above the rear of the small truck displaying the menu and prices of this mobile coffee shop. There was one wheel in the front of the vehicle and two in the rear. It was an Italian model. An automobile they call an Ape and it was red.
She couldn’t believe it. A vehicle had been the furthest thing from her mind when looking for a red Ape. She had thought gorilla. Couldn’t Vivian be more specific?
Four men stood around it with coffee cups in their hands. The seller of the coffee was off to the side wearing an apron and tending to a machine of some kind.
The doors closed in front of her. Three of the men turned away and starting talking again.
Sarah didn’t waver. She stared long enough to see that the man who was staring back at her was Armond Stuart.
There could be no doubt. He was the same height, about the same weight and build but his face was slightly different and his hair had been chopped to a military buzz cut. There was a new scar that traversed the side of his jaw. His nose looked different but it was his eyes that told her she’d found the right man.
She’d looked into those eyes before. She’d seen the evil in them and now she watched as they widened. He was just realizing who she was.
The moment had come. Her stomach turned as adrenaline secreted throughout her body. She hadn’t moved. Her hand still rested on the wall. She leaned in closer, resting her shoulder against the brick. Her right hand had to remain free and clear. The gun was close. In under two seconds Armond could have a bullet in either eye, his brain nothing but mashed squash.
The three men around him were dressed in suits. Not the American government kind. More of a professional bodyguard kind. Armond wasn’t playing games anymore. He was getting more serious about staying alive as probably hundreds of people, including many police forces, were hunting him.
Armond’s mouth moved. He whispered something to his men. Just like a slow-motion scene in a movie, all three men turned toward her very slowly.
Hungarians hustled by, bags in their arms, opening and closing the doors as Sarah and the four men watched each other, neither one making a move.
Her hatred for him continually screamed at her to attack. Her rational side explained the futility of it. If she were to
Nothing.
Maybe it was upstairs?
She took the closest staircase and ran up. A quick three minute scan revealed no apes.
She was out of time and out of luck.
She ran back downstairs and looked for a clock. She found one by the exit to Pipa utca.
2:14pm.
He was gone.
I fucked up. Somehow I missed the fucking red Ape.
Nothing pissed her off more than getting a message from Vivian and then not executing it properly. She’d done it before. Four years ago when she started getting the dark visions she’d screwed up a message about the north face . It ended up getting her kidnapped and almost killed. Last year she’d gotten a message of exactly where Armond Stuart was. When she nabbed him he identified himself as a retired police officer named Jack Tate. It was true. He used to be a cop. His name was Jack Tate then. She believed him and he led her into his trap and almost killed her again.
And now she had another message and she completely just danced around the Great Market Hall and fucked the goose on it.
“Damn!” she slapped the wall beside the exit door. People had been coming in. Two doors were wide open when she exclaimed. People in the street looked her way. Sarah looked at them.
A red three-wheeled vehicle sat parked at an odd angle on the sidewalk just outside the door. On the side of the vehicle it said in English Street Coffee . It looked like a miniature UPS truck but red and the back door lifted straight up above the rear of the small truck displaying the menu and prices of this mobile coffee shop. There was one wheel in the front of the vehicle and two in the rear. It was an Italian model. An automobile they call an Ape and it was red.
She couldn’t believe it. A vehicle had been the furthest thing from her mind when looking for a red Ape. She had thought gorilla. Couldn’t Vivian be more specific?
Four men stood around it with coffee cups in their hands. The seller of the coffee was off to the side wearing an apron and tending to a machine of some kind.
The doors closed in front of her. Three of the men turned away and starting talking again.
Sarah didn’t waver. She stared long enough to see that the man who was staring back at her was Armond Stuart.
There could be no doubt. He was the same height, about the same weight and build but his face was slightly different and his hair had been chopped to a military buzz cut. There was a new scar that traversed the side of his jaw. His nose looked different but it was his eyes that told her she’d found the right man.
She’d looked into those eyes before. She’d seen the evil in them and now she watched as they widened. He was just realizing who she was.
The moment had come. Her stomach turned as adrenaline secreted throughout her body. She hadn’t moved. Her hand still rested on the wall. She leaned in closer, resting her shoulder against the brick. Her right hand had to remain free and clear. The gun was close. In under two seconds Armond could have a bullet in either eye, his brain nothing but mashed squash.
The three men around him were dressed in suits. Not the American government kind. More of a professional bodyguard kind. Armond wasn’t playing games anymore. He was getting more serious about staying alive as probably hundreds of people, including many police forces, were hunting him.
Armond’s mouth moved. He whispered something to his men. Just like a slow-motion scene in a movie, all three men turned toward her very slowly.
Hungarians hustled by, bags in their arms, opening and closing the doors as Sarah and the four men watched each other, neither one making a move.
Her hatred for him continually screamed at her to attack. Her rational side explained the futility of it. If she were to
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