The Drafter
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A scuff pulled her attention and the memory vanished.
It was Silas, oblivious to them as he strode from the backstage area. She hardly breathed as he scrambled up a short ladder with a flexi-glass to make an electronic rubbing from one of the engravings near the balcony. She didnt see a weapon, but that didnt mean there wasnt one.
This is the man who tried to kill Allen? she mused, recognizing his dark hair and muscular, body-building form, but having a hard time reconciling the calm, relaxed pleasure he was taking in restoring the old building with the savage, raging lunatic in her thoughts.
The click of Allens safety jerked through her. Ill do it, she said as she touched his arm, and Allens brow furrowed. Keep my exit open.
For a moment, she thought he was going to argue, but then he nodded.
The snap of her holster was more feel than sound, and Peri pulled her weapon, gut tightening as she strode down the bare cement steps to the front, then levered herself up onto the stage. She slowly stood, and it was there she hesitated as Silas turned, eyes widening.
Peri, he breathed, and confusion stayed herconfusion at the relief and welcome in his voice. Youre all right, he said, flexi-glass in one hand, wide-faced stylus in the other.
Dont move, she said coldly, and they both froze at the sound of the distant front door crashing into a wall.
Silas? a young womans voice called, and Peris mind fastened on it as familiar. Ive told you to lock the main door. We found tire tracks near the on-ramp, so Howies going to stay with you tonight. Silas?
Silas opened his mouth, but stayed silent as he tracked Allen bolting back to the lobby.
Silas? the woman called again, and then, Holy crap! Howard!
Silas jerked, and Peri motioned him to stay still. Dont. Move, she said as the sound of a fight rose over the droning of the generator. Shed killed people beforesome who deserved it less than this man. But it felt personal this time, and wrong?
Theyre lying to you. Silas edged off the ladder, hands raised. Let me explain.
Shut up, she demanded, her confusion growing even as her aim tightened. She wanted it to be over. She wanted the nagging noise in her head to go away. But as she stood on that stage amid the barren emptiness, she couldnt pull the trigger.
Peri, wait, a new voice pleaded, and her eyes flicked to a blond man coming up the stages stairs. Tense, she retreated so she could see both of them. It was the man from Overdraft, the one who had sat at the bar and observed, the one shed thought might be with Optis psych unit. Shit. This is a test?
I can explain! she exclaimed, her aim never shifting from Silas.
Distracted, she was too slow when Silas lunged for her. The flexi-glass hit herchest, and he had her, twisting her wrist until the Glock went off to blow a hole in the wall. Silas slammed her up against the marble wall. Crap. It had been a test. And she had failed it.
Taf! someone shouted, but Peri was seeing stars, her ears numb from the guns shot.
Im sorry, Peri, Silas said, his fingers trying to pry the gun away as he pinned her to the wall. I dont want to hurt you. If you would just listen.
Get off , she wheezed, twisting a foot behind Silass and giving a yank.
They both went down. Silas yelped as they crashed into the hard wood, her on top of him.
Will you hold still! Silas said, and then suddenly she was facedown on the stage, her arms yanked behind her. Im trying to tell you something! Why do you never. Listen. To. Me!
You stole my life! she shouted, hand still gripping the Glock but pinned to the floor. Everything! He was sitting on her. Allen wasnt here, and she desperately didnt want to draft. Teeth clenched, she struggled, never letting go of the gun even when her grip went numb.
Remember your rule, Silas said, sounding more irate than afraid. You never kill anyone unless they kill you first. I didnt kill you. Im trying to help!
How does he know my rule? You tried to kill my anchor, you bastard!
Jack? he said, and she gasped when the image of a smiling face, white from the light of a monitor, flashed through her. I didnt kill Jack. You did.
Who the hell is Jack? Cheek pressed to the gritty wood, she puffed the hair from her eyes. Not Jack. Allen.
Allen wasnt your anchor. Silass voice was full of doubt. Jack was.
Again, she saw a smiling face in her thoughts, and the blond man from Overdraft inched into her peripheral vision, bending at the waist to wiggle his fingers at her as if to say hi.
The feeling was coming back into her hand, and her grip on the gun tightened. All she needed was an inch and it would be over. You pushed Allen through a window, she seethed. You threw him over the balcony. I saw you do it. I wouldve drafted but we were already in one, since you shot him! She couldnt breathe, and shed had it. You over there by the table. Stop playing cute with me and get him off me! Its over. You won, you bastards.
Oh-h-h-h-h. Shit, Silas breathed.
Peri grunted in pain when Silas lifted her wrist and slammed it into the stage. Her grip opened and the gun spun away. Silas lunged for it, and she scrambled to her feet, skidding to a halt when he aimed the Glock at her. She could make a run for it, but at this range, he wouldnt miss. Shed probably end up drafting, and she backed up, rubbing her bruised wrist.
It was Silas, oblivious to them as he strode from the backstage area. She hardly breathed as he scrambled up a short ladder with a flexi-glass to make an electronic rubbing from one of the engravings near the balcony. She didnt see a weapon, but that didnt mean there wasnt one.
This is the man who tried to kill Allen? she mused, recognizing his dark hair and muscular, body-building form, but having a hard time reconciling the calm, relaxed pleasure he was taking in restoring the old building with the savage, raging lunatic in her thoughts.
The click of Allens safety jerked through her. Ill do it, she said as she touched his arm, and Allens brow furrowed. Keep my exit open.
For a moment, she thought he was going to argue, but then he nodded.
The snap of her holster was more feel than sound, and Peri pulled her weapon, gut tightening as she strode down the bare cement steps to the front, then levered herself up onto the stage. She slowly stood, and it was there she hesitated as Silas turned, eyes widening.
Peri, he breathed, and confusion stayed herconfusion at the relief and welcome in his voice. Youre all right, he said, flexi-glass in one hand, wide-faced stylus in the other.
Dont move, she said coldly, and they both froze at the sound of the distant front door crashing into a wall.
Silas? a young womans voice called, and Peris mind fastened on it as familiar. Ive told you to lock the main door. We found tire tracks near the on-ramp, so Howies going to stay with you tonight. Silas?
Silas opened his mouth, but stayed silent as he tracked Allen bolting back to the lobby.
Silas? the woman called again, and then, Holy crap! Howard!
Silas jerked, and Peri motioned him to stay still. Dont. Move, she said as the sound of a fight rose over the droning of the generator. Shed killed people beforesome who deserved it less than this man. But it felt personal this time, and wrong?
Theyre lying to you. Silas edged off the ladder, hands raised. Let me explain.
Shut up, she demanded, her confusion growing even as her aim tightened. She wanted it to be over. She wanted the nagging noise in her head to go away. But as she stood on that stage amid the barren emptiness, she couldnt pull the trigger.
Peri, wait, a new voice pleaded, and her eyes flicked to a blond man coming up the stages stairs. Tense, she retreated so she could see both of them. It was the man from Overdraft, the one who had sat at the bar and observed, the one shed thought might be with Optis psych unit. Shit. This is a test?
I can explain! she exclaimed, her aim never shifting from Silas.
Distracted, she was too slow when Silas lunged for her. The flexi-glass hit herchest, and he had her, twisting her wrist until the Glock went off to blow a hole in the wall. Silas slammed her up against the marble wall. Crap. It had been a test. And she had failed it.
Taf! someone shouted, but Peri was seeing stars, her ears numb from the guns shot.
Im sorry, Peri, Silas said, his fingers trying to pry the gun away as he pinned her to the wall. I dont want to hurt you. If you would just listen.
Get off , she wheezed, twisting a foot behind Silass and giving a yank.
They both went down. Silas yelped as they crashed into the hard wood, her on top of him.
Will you hold still! Silas said, and then suddenly she was facedown on the stage, her arms yanked behind her. Im trying to tell you something! Why do you never. Listen. To. Me!
You stole my life! she shouted, hand still gripping the Glock but pinned to the floor. Everything! He was sitting on her. Allen wasnt here, and she desperately didnt want to draft. Teeth clenched, she struggled, never letting go of the gun even when her grip went numb.
Remember your rule, Silas said, sounding more irate than afraid. You never kill anyone unless they kill you first. I didnt kill you. Im trying to help!
How does he know my rule? You tried to kill my anchor, you bastard!
Jack? he said, and she gasped when the image of a smiling face, white from the light of a monitor, flashed through her. I didnt kill Jack. You did.
Who the hell is Jack? Cheek pressed to the gritty wood, she puffed the hair from her eyes. Not Jack. Allen.
Allen wasnt your anchor. Silass voice was full of doubt. Jack was.
Again, she saw a smiling face in her thoughts, and the blond man from Overdraft inched into her peripheral vision, bending at the waist to wiggle his fingers at her as if to say hi.
The feeling was coming back into her hand, and her grip on the gun tightened. All she needed was an inch and it would be over. You pushed Allen through a window, she seethed. You threw him over the balcony. I saw you do it. I wouldve drafted but we were already in one, since you shot him! She couldnt breathe, and shed had it. You over there by the table. Stop playing cute with me and get him off me! Its over. You won, you bastards.
Oh-h-h-h-h. Shit, Silas breathed.
Peri grunted in pain when Silas lifted her wrist and slammed it into the stage. Her grip opened and the gun spun away. Silas lunged for it, and she scrambled to her feet, skidding to a halt when he aimed the Glock at her. She could make a run for it, but at this range, he wouldnt miss. Shed probably end up drafting, and she backed up, rubbing her bruised wrist.
