Descent into Darkness (Crystal Sphere Book 1) by Ingrid Fry

Author:Ingrid Fry [Fry, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tale Publishing
Published: 2020-03-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19: Marlon

The man stood six feet tall in his socks (it seemed few people wore shoes on level B5). He had a broad square face, a trimmed mustache, Roman nose and thick eyebrows set low over dark brown eyes. Black wavy hair was swept back off his face, and his ears sat close to his head. He stood legs apart, pointing a gun directly at me.

He wore a double-breasted army style coat, high collared white shirt and black cravat. There was a small Catherine wheel tattoo under his left eye and his expression was brooding and serious—maybe because of the spreading bloodstain on the front of his shirt.

He turned his attention to Jason and said, ‘We meet again.’

Jason’s fists were clenched and his jaw tight. ‘Is there an App I can download to make you go away?’

Ashley’s mouth twitched with a smile.

I yelled at Jason in my mind. Christ Jason, now’s not the time for smart arse comeback lines. Leave that to me.

‘Has anyone ever told you, you look like a young Marlon Brando?’ I said.

The man seemed surprised.

I could feel Jason and Ashley’s eyes on me, and heard Jason yelling in his head for me to ‘Shut the hell up!’

‘Has anyone ever told you, you look like a young Maria Schneider?’ the man said. ‘Perhaps we can recreate Last Tango in Paris.’

His voice was deadly and he had no sense of humour. Not one I liked, anyway.

We had ourselves a classic Mexican standoff. Jason and Ashley had guns pointed at Marlon, and Marlon had his gun pointed at me. I could imagine to a ‘T’ where this was going. My money was on: ‘Drop your guns or the girl gets it.’

‘Drop your weapons, or I will shoot Maggie.’

Just as I thought. And how come everyone seemed to know my name? It was incredibly disconcerting.

I could sense everyone’s minds racing, but mine was calm.

‘Which scene from Last Tango would you like to recreate?’ I asked.

Ashley did the inhaling thing with his nose, and I sensed Jason’s horror. The man viewed me with amusement. I was getting to him, but was also highly aware I was playing a very dangerous game.

‘Which one do you think, Maggie?’

‘I’d have to say the one with the butter, of course.’

He stared at me intently. ‘Right first time.’

I opened my hand, and right on cue, my jeans fell around my ankles. I made the right volume of horrified gasp, and said, ‘Oh my God!’ and bent down to pull them up, ensuring Marlon had a full view of my cleavage.

That moment of distraction—the one I’d carefully planned—was the moment the boys were supposed to take him out.

Nothing happened. I stood to find them all staring at me. What a bunch of numbskulls! Now things had got a zillion times worse for me, as Marlon appeared all the keener to butter me up.

All righty then. Plan B. I sure hoped some blood was left in the boy’s brains to enable them to respond sometime this century.

I held out my hand and advanced towards the man.

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