Saturday 12 September 2015

Counter Issues



I looked around, hoping to find an escape route. But there were mines scattered across my left, and the gunmen, sorry, gunpeople, had the right covered. But since I still held the bomb’s remote detonator, they were holding off, until someone up the chain of command turned up.

“Toss the detonator out or my boys and girls here will fill you with more holes than swiss cheese, troublemaker. I’ll give you to the count of six!”

I knew had to be thinking fast, but the weirdness of choosing that number threw me long enough to give up and press ‘ignite’.

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