Aura by K.M. Aul

Author:K.M. Aul
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K.M. Aul
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

A house somewhere in the college town

He had failed. His rage was beyond words. Anything breakable in the house had been smashed and then stomped on until it was dust. To make things worse, the entire town was now crawling with people from every three-letter agency that D.C. had ever spewed out. The media was calling it a heinous hate crime even though no one had been killed. No one had been killed! All that planning, years of pent-up hatred wasted as the children of the scum that had killed his brothers and sisters kneeled on their little rugs and thanked their god for their lives.

He had no more military grade explosives. He had his collection of weapons but that was a short trip to self-oblivion and he wasn’t ready for that yet, at least not until he was sure that he could take as many of the bastard children with him as possible. While these and thoughts and anger boiled through him, there was a knock on the door. Slipping his .45 1911 into the belt behind his back and covering it with his loose T-shirt, he got up to see who was at the door. Without opening the door, “Who are you, what do you want?”

“Sir, my partner and I would like to talk to you about the events that happened at the college yesterday.”

“I wasn’t at the college yesterday.”

“Yes, sir, that’s fine but if you wouldn’t mind we would still like to ask you a few questions.”

“You still haven’t told me who you are, why should I open my door to strangers.”

He was looking at them through the peephole in the door while holding his body as much to the side of it as he could.

“Sir, we are with the FBI. We just want to ask a couple of questions if you don’t mind.” The man was holding up a small leather wallet with an ID and badge.

“Hold on one second.” He moved the gun from the behind his back to a hidden compartment in a small table on the other side of the door. With the gun out of sight, he began throwing back a series of deadlock bolts and turning the key in the lock. He cautiously opened the door. The two agents standing his porch were wearing the typical cheap dark suites that are as much their calling card as their sunglasses and ID. Neither of the agents was smiling.

“May we come in?”

“Do you have a warrant?”

“Do we need to get one for some reason?”

He moved aside and held the door open while the agents slowly entered the small, dark space. The living room was barely large enough to hold a couch and two chairs. One agent took a chair and another the center of the couch. He had a choice of sitting next to the agent on the couch or sitting in the chair closest to the corner of the room. That was obviously the intent of the two strangers that had entered his home.

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