Room 234/236 : Sunday morning, early
Parker's had this dream before. Elevator. Pearls. Brigitte. Only this time, she's picking up where the gunshot left off--
Brigitte's arm came up, a silver .Sig (my gun, she's got my gun) in her hand, and her finger tightened on the trigger--
Parker lashed out, catching her by surprise, and turned the gun on Brigitte. One shot. Two. Three. Four. A cloud of gunpowder obscured her vision for a moment, then she looked down at the corpse at her feet.
Brigitte looked so surprised, lying there, just outside the elevator doors. Stepping over her body, Parker turned and
jerked
at the impact of a bullet hitting her. Sharp pain, then another.
"Take her down."
The Sweepers closed in as she fell to her knees and her vision began to gray out--
Parker jolted awake again, shaking. Sat up and put her head on her knees, turning the silver ring on her finger, willing herself to know what was real and what was not.
[for weissguy_]
Brigitte's arm came up, a silver .Sig (my gun, she's got my gun) in her hand, and her finger tightened on the trigger--
Parker lashed out, catching her by surprise, and turned the gun on Brigitte. One shot. Two. Three. Four. A cloud of gunpowder obscured her vision for a moment, then she looked down at the corpse at her feet.
Brigitte looked so surprised, lying there, just outside the elevator doors. Stepping over her body, Parker turned and
jerked
at the impact of a bullet hitting her. Sharp pain, then another.
"Take her down."
The Sweepers closed in as she fell to her knees and her vision began to gray out--
Parker jolted awake again, shaking. Sat up and put her head on her knees, turning the silver ring on her finger, willing herself to know what was real and what was not.
[for weissguy_]