mandag den 21. maj 2012

Jane 4

'Y'got three seconds to get outta here!' Jane called, her voice loud enough to carry to the parked cars. After a moment of loaded silence, a deep male voice answered her.
    'Come out and say that to my face, bi-'
    'Three,' she said, kicking open the door, arm extended, and pulled both triggers on her double-barreled grenade launcher. Two 40mm high-explosive rounds streaked through the air in a graceful arc, and time seemed to slow down. That familiar rush burned in her gut. The moment before detonation was very special to Jane. Every sense was heightened. The calm before the storm squeezed into a heartbeat.

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