Broken
AUTHOR: Trace
*Disclaimer and all that other schtuff in the Prologue.
**Also, my spell check is demon-possessed and my beta-reader
moved to
Australia, so please ignore the typos.
Chapter Two:
I stopped just past my office door,in shock.
Mary, our daytime secretary, was slumped over
her desk, a hole the size
of a small pizza in her back. Exit wound, came the clinical
assessment.
I risked a glance in the other two offices.
John Burke was flat on his
back in a puddle of blood. I didn't see Bert anywhere.
As many times as I'd fantasized about killing
Bert myself, it hadn't been
serious. I hoped he'd made it out alive.
Thankfully, Charles was off tonight, and
Jamison had already left for his
appointments. Otherwise, there'd have been two more corpses.
"You son of a bitch," I said slowly,
my voice low and calm.
I was half a second from calling the munin and
letting Raina eat Jordan
alive.
"Do you *want* me to put a bullet in you?"
Jordan asked, waving the gun
at me.
I was so pissed at that point that I didn't
give a shit if he shot me
anymore.
"You motherfucker. These people didn't do
anything to you. You didn't
have to kill them," I spat out.
"I felt like it," Jordan shrugged.
I smiled at him and he frowned. "Something
amusing you?"
"You're going to die," I said, still
grinning like the damn Chesire cat.
"You think you can outrun a bullet?"Jordan
laughed.
I shook my head, still smiling.Damn, I just
couldn't seem to stop.
"Not me." I said.
He blinked and half-turned as Jean-Claude just
seemed to appear out of
thin air.