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Addison Weller pushes the steel bar to open the underground garage access door and ushers the Honorable John Errington ahead of her. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She listens and hears drops of water pelting the concrete floor. Her eyes follow the sound to where condensation drips from an overhead vent above the cars parked near the wall. A prescient tingle taps lightly over her spine. Reaching her left hand inside her jacket, she puts the tips of her fingers on the butt of her FN 5.7 pistol. She places her right hand lightly on the back of the Honorable John Errington.
A chauffer watches them over the hood of a limo sixty feet
to their left. Weller notices he is
immaculate in a gray suit, white shirt, and silver tie. His face is as smooth
and regular as milk, until he reaches inside his jacket. One of his brown eyes darkens
and squints in an aim, as he pulls out a Sig Sauer P299. Weller does not hesitate. She draws her heavy FN 5.7 smoothly. Her left
forefinger brushes the safety off as her gun slides over the crisp linen of her
suit vest with a soft rasp. She tosses her head to clear away a dark brown wisp
of hair in her site-line as she levels the gun. Adjusting her own aim to the
poor lighting and the lack of breeze underground, she strains to hear over the
adrenaline roaring in her ears. As she
fires, she takes one long sure step forward, bringing her own body between John
Errington and the Sig Sauer’s speeding bullet.
as your pal I shall finish the story. Addison gets shot right in the gut and her body falls back, and to the left. She dies. This is why women should not be bodyguards no one wants to see a girl get shot down like this. The end. As always, you are welcome :)
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