Pulse of the Goddess: American Blackout Book One by Fred Tribuzzo

Author:Fred Tribuzzo [Tribuzzo, Fred]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

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Talking Fools

Inside the shadows, Cricket sat with her back against the tree and gazed up at the mighty arms of the large oak, darker than the night. She had been truthful to Fritz about being alone at night while hunting, but also needed time to let her passions cool, since it wasn’t the right moment to start a heavy romance.

Some predator meter of her own had been activated. She was hunting tonight and she knew it. The blood on the sides of the gazebo was there not just to frighten the townsfolk but to draw the strong out for a fight.

She didn’t have to wait long.

At the east end of the park with a softball field and some outdoor exercise equipment came a couple, followed closely by two men. Cricket was to her feet when one of the men behind the couple pulled a gun that delivered two muffled pops. They fell like some child’s game of cops and robbers. Someone says you’re dead and you fall to the ground. Two more shots followed. Insurance.

As soon as she left the confines of the oak’s shadow, either to charge or get Fritz, the killers would have plenty of time to draw and fire. She waited. The men seemed to be in no hurry. One even lit a cigarette. Were they waiting for somebody? Plans for the corpses? Proof of the kill? Payment?

One of the men pointed at her and she couldn’t believe he saw her. But then she looked at her white blouse. The moonlight had given her away.

Guns drawn, the men approached. She could pull her gun and fire, but they were already training both guns on her.

She started to unbutton her blouse, which was only the bottom two since Fritz had already started at the top. She was trembling as she let the blouse fall from her shoulders, still tucked into her jeans.

“That’s real nice,” one man said. “Let me see your hands.”

“Sure,” Cricket said, noting the talker’s companion as the Brazilian’s bodyguard with the Mohawk. She used her left hand to slowly pull down her bra strap, exposing her right breast.

“Yeah, that’s real nice,” the talking fool said, lowering his gun while the other kept his gun on her even though his attention at the moment wasn’t with marksmanship.

She pushed the right strap down further and her free hand reached for the automatic hidden by her blouse. She fired through the material and hit the first killer, and swung the gun left and blasted the talker twice. One of them got a shot off that zipped past her head and she pumped two more shots into each guy. They staggered and collapsed in unison.

She raced to the downed couple.

In the moonlight she turned them over and discovered the parents who had pulled their daughter from the Brazilian’s “dance” class.

She heard Fritz calling her and the next moment he was gripping her shoulders, staring, thankful she was alive. Her bra was on but her blouse still open. She felt nauseous, chilled, and started buttoning it.

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