July 10, 2012

No. 142

“Yeah, we both might die, but I was the only one who woke up this morning knowing that it was a possibility,” he called from across the windswept platform.
It was true. My alarm had gone off at 5:44 AM and when I’d hit snooze the first time, I’d had no clue that I would be wasting eight precious minutes of the rest of my life.
Now I was caught up in a ridiculous duel—with a gun and everything. Seems Mr. Catchphrase over there had me figured out pretty good, though. He knew I’d fight for Emily.
I looked at the heavy pistol in my right hand, then at the small transmitter in my left.
“Do we really need guns and bombs?” I yelled across the gap.
He just grinned like a maniac and crouched down into his best fighting stance.
I shrugged.
Ok, I guess we’re on, then.

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