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Authors: Weston Kincade
Tags: Texas, Amnesia, female hero, salvation, other worlds, mutations, blackops, planes of existence, government abdunction
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and even Marco failed to greet him. The old food
salesman hailed everyone while grilling his morning breakfast
burritos, but somehow overlooked this man.
The oddity was barely visible at this
distance, but the early risers on the streets should have spotted
the gun. His clothes made him stand out like a leopard at a zebra
party. Through the sporadic flow of traffic, Daniel watched the
man’s russet coat and fedora bob behind passing cars. His checkered
golf pants shone under the streetlamps, and he walked with a slight
spring in his step. He was like an armed ostrich bobbing down the
city street, ready to go hunting.
Could he be with Black Force?
He doubted it, but what if
his old employer had hired someone new? It was odd for a mercenary
group to hire out to a competitor, but Daniel might have eluded
them too many times. Either way he needed answers to his questions,
and this guy might be his key. They were questions that had plagued
him for years, like, What could he do to
stop Black Force or at least get them off his back? He just wanted a chance at redemption before he
died. The pain he had caused was unforgettable, especially in his
dreams.
His hand unconsciously went to the three
scars crisscrossing his large bicep. He ran calloused fingers along
the smooth skin. It wasn’t until the last few years that he came to
care about others. Up to then, he did what he wanted and what he
was told without question. The scars were just a reminder of one of
his father’s early lessons on obedience—something his old boss and
good-old dad had in common. They didn’t take “no” for an
answer.
Losing sight of the man behind a group of
chatting women, Daniel was startled into action. He needed answers,
and this guy was his best chance. He searched the sidewalk for the
bounding pedestrian. Seconds later, the man appeared without having
lost a step. Anticipating another disappearance, Daniel gave the
street a cursory glance.
Satisfied, he threw a blue button-up over
his sweat-stained undershirt. It trailed behind him like a cape as
he crossed the room. His hand automatically grabbed his 9 mm off
the end table and tucked it into his pants before bringing the door
to a close.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he swept
through the first-floor foyer and onto the sidewalk. He searched
the opposing walkway for the brown fedora. The hat materialized
over a taxicab, and the yellow lamplight overhead illuminated its
creases like the golden eyes of an animal peering through the
shadows.
Daniel bolted across the
busy road and narrowly avoided a rusted-out farm truck. The only
warning of its approach was a deep, male voice crooning through its
open windows “Oh, mi
amor ,” while a salsa melody plucked along
in the background.
At least I won’t be the
latest obituary in the Sun Herald, he
thought as the guitar melody faded.
He leapt over the last car length of asphalt
and rushed up the sidewalk. Sidestepping the barrage of
pedestrians, he weaved through more oncoming groups and attempted
to gain on the odd man. Daniel pumped his muscled legs harder. He
threaded his way through the sporadic traffic while keeping the man
in sight. It still surprised him how many people walked to work on
this side of town. He felt like a running back for the local
Panthers football team, dodging moving targets. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t remember a game they had won, and his progress was worthy
of the same praise. Somehow, the bobbing fedora was still drifting
further away. Daniel broke into a run. Passing men and women gave
him sidelong glances. A few locals cursed as he shoved them aside,
attempting to close the gap with his prey.
The loud shouts didn’t bother the man in the
fedora. He never turned or glanced back. He just continued down the
packed street, his dark hat bobbing overtop the crowd. As Daniel
closed the distance, the unusual man walked directly into a father
and daughter walking hand in hand. The stranger faded into a
salesman hailed everyone while grilling his morning breakfast
burritos, but somehow overlooked this man.
The oddity was barely visible at this
distance, but the early risers on the streets should have spotted
the gun. His clothes made him stand out like a leopard at a zebra
party. Through the sporadic flow of traffic, Daniel watched the
man’s russet coat and fedora bob behind passing cars. His checkered
golf pants shone under the streetlamps, and he walked with a slight
spring in his step. He was like an armed ostrich bobbing down the
city street, ready to go hunting.
Could he be with Black Force?
He doubted it, but what if
his old employer had hired someone new? It was odd for a mercenary
group to hire out to a competitor, but Daniel might have eluded
them too many times. Either way he needed answers to his questions,
and this guy might be his key. They were questions that had plagued
him for years, like, What could he do to
stop Black Force or at least get them off his back? He just wanted a chance at redemption before he
died. The pain he had caused was unforgettable, especially in his
dreams.
His hand unconsciously went to the three
scars crisscrossing his large bicep. He ran calloused fingers along
the smooth skin. It wasn’t until the last few years that he came to
care about others. Up to then, he did what he wanted and what he
was told without question. The scars were just a reminder of one of
his father’s early lessons on obedience—something his old boss and
good-old dad had in common. They didn’t take “no” for an
answer.
Losing sight of the man behind a group of
chatting women, Daniel was startled into action. He needed answers,
and this guy was his best chance. He searched the sidewalk for the
bounding pedestrian. Seconds later, the man appeared without having
lost a step. Anticipating another disappearance, Daniel gave the
street a cursory glance.
Satisfied, he threw a blue button-up over
his sweat-stained undershirt. It trailed behind him like a cape as
he crossed the room. His hand automatically grabbed his 9 mm off
the end table and tucked it into his pants before bringing the door
to a close.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he swept
through the first-floor foyer and onto the sidewalk. He searched
the opposing walkway for the brown fedora. The hat materialized
over a taxicab, and the yellow lamplight overhead illuminated its
creases like the golden eyes of an animal peering through the
shadows.
Daniel bolted across the
busy road and narrowly avoided a rusted-out farm truck. The only
warning of its approach was a deep, male voice crooning through its
open windows “Oh, mi
amor ,” while a salsa melody plucked along
in the background.
At least I won’t be the
latest obituary in the Sun Herald, he
thought as the guitar melody faded.
He leapt over the last car length of asphalt
and rushed up the sidewalk. Sidestepping the barrage of
pedestrians, he weaved through more oncoming groups and attempted
to gain on the odd man. Daniel pumped his muscled legs harder. He
threaded his way through the sporadic traffic while keeping the man
in sight. It still surprised him how many people walked to work on
this side of town. He felt like a running back for the local
Panthers football team, dodging moving targets. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t remember a game they had won, and his progress was worthy
of the same praise. Somehow, the bobbing fedora was still drifting
further away. Daniel broke into a run. Passing men and women gave
him sidelong glances. A few locals cursed as he shoved them aside,
attempting to close the gap with his prey.
The loud shouts didn’t bother the man in the
fedora. He never turned or glanced back. He just continued down the
packed street, his dark hat bobbing overtop the crowd. As Daniel
closed the distance, the unusual man walked directly into a father
and daughter walking hand in hand. The stranger faded into a
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