Yes, I know I’m a day late. But I was just shy of deathly ill yesterday, yet I promised I’d write a new blurb this week. So here we are, five minutes on the clock and ready to go:
The other key to a successful negotiation was having friends; the news traffic chopper may have looked like it was just happening by, but the earpiece in his ear told the truth.
“Sniper is North-West, on top of the library. Guess they are a fan of the classics. Good luck.”
The signal was given a moment later by the clearly angry ex-client, but he was already moving; the lander gave great cover from the sniper when he angled himself correctly, and the stone pulled from his bra caught the attention of everyone else immediately.
He made sure of that before he threw it as hard as he could, into the water.
The ex-client made a screeching wail as it slipped under. He turned to his men as they closed ranks.
“Forget him! Get the stone, you fools, after the stone! Now!”
He got out while the getting was good.
And time. Four minutes, 38 seconds, and I’m going to go collapse now. At least I kept my word this week. See you next time!