60 lines
2.4 KiB
Standard ML
60 lines
2.4 KiB
Standard ML
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Conflict
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The dark figure turned the corner into the alley in an almost sliding manner,
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an illusion helped by the recent rain in this city. It was 12:00 midnight.
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Soon after him, a second dark figure turned the corner. He moved a bit
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smoother than his predecessor, but a bit slower, as if running was embarrasing
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for him.
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The leading figure reached an unexpected blockage in the alley, a dumpster
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stuck sideways in a manner that seemed immovable. Garbage bags were stacked in
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front of it. He stopped and turned around.
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His pursuer almost ran into him, stopping with seven feet between them.
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Reaching into his right breast pocket, the figure spoke.
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"So, Max, I believe this is the end."
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Max's shoulders relaxed. "Oh, no. Not this easily. C'mon, Davidson, can
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you seriously think that one of the best criminal minds would put himself into
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a situation that he couldn't get out of?"
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Davidson took out a small pistol and aimed it at his nemesis. "Not on
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purpose, but I do not think this particular situation was in your plans."
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"Ahh, perhaps not, but it's always good to be prepared. Learned that from
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the Boy Scouts. Too bad I quit."
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Davidson relaxed himself a bit, but not enough to let the gun sway from a
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bead on Max's forehead. "Really now, Max. I am well aware of your slippery
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reputation, but I would not be quick to believe that you could get out of
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this."
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Slowly, Max held up his hand. "Oh, Rookie? Look at this."
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Attached to his fourth finger was a small switch with wires leading to a
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small capsule under his wristwatch. The capsule had a bright red mark on the
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side. "One press, and all organic matter is gone for 200 feet around the vial.
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New bacteria the guys at my lab whipped up. One attempt to take me, and we're
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both gone. I heartfully suggest you throw away the gun."
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The crime-fighter took out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. "Forget
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it, Max. Put these on."
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Max lowered his finger a few millimeters, tentatively. "Did you hear me,
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Davidson? All organic matter gone within 200 feet. Don't believe me? You're
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less than ten. You want to find out if I'm lying?"
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Davidson started to move closer, and Max noticed a strange gleam in his eyes.
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"Oh, I have no doubt about the validity of your claim. I'm well aware of that
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particular bacterial strain. But it's no use.
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"You see, I'm not organic."
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- Jason Scott
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