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See No Evil: Part 7b – Climax
Archive stood, Glock in one hand. There was no one else in the lobby. Just him and the German.
Good. It was time to take the gloves off.
The German loaded his pistol. And kept coming.
Archive pointed at the German’s pistol. “Throd! N'gha!” he chanted.
The pistol crumbled to dust in the German’s hands. It didn’t stop him. The German pulled out a submachinegun from his vest.
Archive pointed at the German again. “Wgah'n! 'Ai!” he chanted.
The response was instantaneous. The German immediately threw the submachinegun across the room.
The German kept coming. He pulled a knife out from his boot, his eyes filled with murderous rage. He altered his direction, finally. And he was walking straight towards Archive.
It wasn’t the knife that bothered him. It was that the hulking German was reaching into his vest with his other hand. If he had another pistol he would have drawn it.
Archive pointed at the German for a third time. He was just a few yards away. “'Bthnk! Ftaghu! Fhtagn!”
The German froze. It wouldn’t last long.
Archive caught a glimpse of what was in the German’s other hand. It was a grenade.
He screwed up his courage and closed the distance. The German had already pulled the pin on the grenade. He was holding the lever tightly, a dead man’s switch.
Archive slowly put his fist around the German’s. His flesh was unnaturally cold.
He slipped the grenade out from the German’s grip, retaining the pressure on the handle. Great, now he had a live grenade in his hand.
Archive looked around. He couldn’t throw it outside with the crowd. He couldn’t leave it inside. And he had only a few seconds before the spell wore off.
The bathroom! Archive sprinted to the men’s room.
He kicked open a stall and dropped the grenade into the toilet.
“What the hell buddy?” shouted a man in the stall next to him. He had just finished zipping up his pants and was opening the stall when Archive grabbed him by the collar.
“Out!” shouted Archive. He hurled the man ahead of him out into the lobby of the meeting center.
The bystander was thrown clear when the explosion went off, but Archive was still too close. The shock wave knocked him off his feet. He landed hard on his back.
Archive’s ears were still ringing when he caught a glimpse of the German looming over him, knife raised.
A spray of bullets tore through the German’s coat, jerking him like a marionette. He suddenly went lifeless, as if his batteries had been turned off. Then his body fell towards Archive …
And he was covered in blue powder.
Jim-Bean, dressed in his security guard uniform, twirled the two Glocks in his hands. “So that’s what it’s like to be Hammer!”
Archive stood, Glock in one hand. There was no one else in the lobby. Just him and the German.
Good. It was time to take the gloves off.
The German loaded his pistol. And kept coming.
Archive pointed at the German’s pistol. “Throd! N'gha!” he chanted.
The pistol crumbled to dust in the German’s hands. It didn’t stop him. The German pulled out a submachinegun from his vest.
Archive pointed at the German again. “Wgah'n! 'Ai!” he chanted.
The response was instantaneous. The German immediately threw the submachinegun across the room.
The German kept coming. He pulled a knife out from his boot, his eyes filled with murderous rage. He altered his direction, finally. And he was walking straight towards Archive.
It wasn’t the knife that bothered him. It was that the hulking German was reaching into his vest with his other hand. If he had another pistol he would have drawn it.
Archive pointed at the German for a third time. He was just a few yards away. “'Bthnk! Ftaghu! Fhtagn!”
The German froze. It wouldn’t last long.
Archive caught a glimpse of what was in the German’s other hand. It was a grenade.
He screwed up his courage and closed the distance. The German had already pulled the pin on the grenade. He was holding the lever tightly, a dead man’s switch.
Archive slowly put his fist around the German’s. His flesh was unnaturally cold.
He slipped the grenade out from the German’s grip, retaining the pressure on the handle. Great, now he had a live grenade in his hand.
Archive looked around. He couldn’t throw it outside with the crowd. He couldn’t leave it inside. And he had only a few seconds before the spell wore off.
The bathroom! Archive sprinted to the men’s room.
He kicked open a stall and dropped the grenade into the toilet.
“What the hell buddy?” shouted a man in the stall next to him. He had just finished zipping up his pants and was opening the stall when Archive grabbed him by the collar.
“Out!” shouted Archive. He hurled the man ahead of him out into the lobby of the meeting center.
The bystander was thrown clear when the explosion went off, but Archive was still too close. The shock wave knocked him off his feet. He landed hard on his back.
Archive’s ears were still ringing when he caught a glimpse of the German looming over him, knife raised.
A spray of bullets tore through the German’s coat, jerking him like a marionette. He suddenly went lifeless, as if his batteries had been turned off. Then his body fell towards Archive …
And he was covered in blue powder.
Jim-Bean, dressed in his security guard uniform, twirled the two Glocks in his hands. “So that’s what it’s like to be Hammer!”