Behind The Curve-The Farm , Craven Boyd [little bear else holmelund minarik .txt] 📗

“Both,” Dante and Leah answered as one.

“Ouch…” he said, then wandered off. He’d get the highlight reel later on.

“Something’s happening,” Gorman said, straightening up.

“What is it?” Rob asked.

Angelica ran to the door and threw it open. “He chomped down on something.”

On the bed, Khamenei was convulsing. There was a bitter smell in the air, for a moment, then his body went still. White foam ran out of the side of his mouth.

“If the threat of a monkey stomping causes that, I don’t want to ever see it,” Korey whispered.

“Me too,” Gorman whispered back.

The doctors were already moving as the monitors started sending off alarms. The crash cart was wheeled in, but Dante had a pretty good idea of what had happened. But he’d only seen it on the old spy movies and read about it in pulp novels.

“Don’t give mouth to mouth. We might be dealing with cyanide.”

Leah backed up, as did the other doctors in the room.

“But I wanted to monkey stomp his ass, skull fuck him, and make him my bitch,” Angelica whined from the doorway.

“Maybe next time,” Rob said, pulling her into his arms.

“Dammit Boyd,” Angelica whispered.

-The End-

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