The Path to Mephistopheles, Caspar Ambrose [books to get back into reading .TXT] 📗
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reached your decision,” she queried.
He didn’t answer, instead continuing towards her, grabbing her in his arms and bringing her closer. He gently placed his lips on hers and proceeded to guide her backwards, placing himself between the window and her. She gave in, wrapping her arms around his waist. The moment was interrupted when her hands fell upon the gun. As she was making an attempt to grab it, a slight look of shock in her eyes, Thornburg pushed her away and pulled the gun from his waistband. His eyes were dead as he watched her trip backwards. The motion was fluid, one movement of the arm and one pull of the finger. Not a sound was made.
He pulled out his cellphone after this, the second phone he kept for special purposes, and dialed Dastun’s number.
“It’s done Dastun,” he said. “I’ll take care of cleaning up the situation myself. You can go home now. I’ll summon you again when you are needed.”
With this he placed the phone back into his right hand inner coat pocket, opposite the cigarette case which he then pulled out.
“I….I don’t understand,” she finally spoke up in a feeble attempt. The look of fear was still very much present on her facial features, but slowly the realization was coming to her that the bullet hadn’t hit her, and instead had gone into the wall to her right.
“If you truly love something then let it go,” Thornburg turned towards her. “At least that is what they say isn’t it. That it will come back should fate dictate.”
He took a drag from his cigarette and looked her over one last time before walking away towards the hallway.
“Be that as it may the two of us do have a contract, and I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t keep my word,” Thornburg paused in his stride and turned to her, giving a heavy sigh. “That bullet was to keep off Dastun, who no doubt heard the ballistic crack from below. I will give you one year to evade me, with no help from Dastun. At the end of that year if you can survive, then our contract will be null and void.”
With this he turned and headed back the way he came. He had a gun to stash and a flight to catch. He needed to pick up something in Piccadilly.
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He didn’t answer, instead continuing towards her, grabbing her in his arms and bringing her closer. He gently placed his lips on hers and proceeded to guide her backwards, placing himself between the window and her. She gave in, wrapping her arms around his waist. The moment was interrupted when her hands fell upon the gun. As she was making an attempt to grab it, a slight look of shock in her eyes, Thornburg pushed her away and pulled the gun from his waistband. His eyes were dead as he watched her trip backwards. The motion was fluid, one movement of the arm and one pull of the finger. Not a sound was made.
He pulled out his cellphone after this, the second phone he kept for special purposes, and dialed Dastun’s number.
“It’s done Dastun,” he said. “I’ll take care of cleaning up the situation myself. You can go home now. I’ll summon you again when you are needed.”
With this he placed the phone back into his right hand inner coat pocket, opposite the cigarette case which he then pulled out.
“I….I don’t understand,” she finally spoke up in a feeble attempt. The look of fear was still very much present on her facial features, but slowly the realization was coming to her that the bullet hadn’t hit her, and instead had gone into the wall to her right.
“If you truly love something then let it go,” Thornburg turned towards her. “At least that is what they say isn’t it. That it will come back should fate dictate.”
He took a drag from his cigarette and looked her over one last time before walking away towards the hallway.
“Be that as it may the two of us do have a contract, and I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t keep my word,” Thornburg paused in his stride and turned to her, giving a heavy sigh. “That bullet was to keep off Dastun, who no doubt heard the ballistic crack from below. I will give you one year to evade me, with no help from Dastun. At the end of that year if you can survive, then our contract will be null and void.”
With this he turned and headed back the way he came. He had a gun to stash and a flight to catch. He needed to pick up something in Piccadilly.
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