Finn's Golem by Taylor Gregg

Author:Taylor, Gregg [Taylor, Gregg]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2012-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

It took me no more than half a second to realize that the sound was a knock at the door. It was morning, but only just. You could make an argument that I had been both lax and unprofessional, but I was not stupid. I had slept, but I had slept on top of the covers and with my pants on. Never let anyone surprise you in the nude. You’ll spend so much energy trying to protect your flapping extremities that you won’t have a hope in hell.

When the knock came, I was out of bed in an instant, bare feet on the floor and the GAT in my hand. I had my thumb resting on the safety but I held off, preferring total silence.

Claire raised her head from the pillow still in a fog, not having slept nearly long enough. She was still naked, and seemed confused as she looked up at me. The knock came again, and this time a voice came with it.

“Miss Marsland?” it called. It was thin and pimply. No substance behind it, though there could easily have been two more impressive baritones standing behind the speaker. I padded over to the door in silence, the GAT in my right hand, signaling with my left as best I could for Claire to vamp a response.

“Miss Marsland? I have a message for you.” I looked out the peep-hole. There was only one person in sight, a thin, weasel-faced kid of about twenty in a hotel uniform. I couldn’t see either side of the door, but he didn’t look left or right, and I didn’t buy him as poker-faced enough to pull that off if he wasn’t alone. But still... I slid the chain-lock off without a sound.

“J-just a moment,” Claire called behind me, “just a moment, I’m not decent.”

It was a good stall, but I could hear her behind me and knew she was going for the robe, not the gun under her pillow. Just like a woman. She was beautiful and fierce and clever and willing as hell, but not the kind to meet her destiny in the buff. Just as well, I knew nothing of her skills with a pistol and didn’t want to get shot in the back this morning if I could help it at all. I would have to move quickly.

I threw the door open and broke the kid’s nose with the butt of my gun. That knocked him back about a foot, and gave me clearance to sweep the hall on either side, satisfy myself that Tweedle-dee here was alone, and haul him into the room by his hair.

He still hadn’t had a chance to protest properly when I threw him bodily into the bathroom and brought my bare foot up into his groin as hard as I could. He made not one sound, but the breath left his body as if it might never return. I took a fistful of his hair again and brought his face down against the edge of the bathroom counter twice, leaving a smear of blood on the cool, white surface.

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