The Fire and the Free City by Eric Wood

Author:Eric Wood [Wood, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780578493732
Published: 2019-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

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"Give me the gun."

Sam held his hand out to Abigail, his expression devoid of any of his normal good cheer.

"Now this I'd like to see," Roach said.

"Maybe shooting him isn't the right way to play this," Abigail said. She pulled the gun from her waistband slowly, unsure if she should really hand the thing over.

"Come on," Sam said. "I'm not going to shoot the guy." He flashed her an unconvincing smile. "I'm just going to scare him a little bit."

"Don't you get any blood in that apartment," Jacinta said. "We've just got that place livable again."

"Tell that to the one upstairs," Roach said. "It sounds like it's going to be his blood making the mess."

Sam motioned for everyone to calm down. "I won't screw up your place, Jacinta," he assured their host. He gestured to Roach. "And you, stay back; let me do the talking." He paused, then added, "And try not to look too scary. That's my job."

"I hope I'm not going to regret this, Sam," Abigail said. She flipped the pistol around in her hand and held it out to him.

"Relax. What's the worst that could happen?" He took the gun, gave her another smile and headed upstairs toward the apartment and Roosevelt's agent.

Abigail sighed. Gesturing for Roach and Rend to come along, she followed Sam up to the door.

Sam took a deep breath, collecting himself: then he threw open the door. He stepped inside, cocking the gun and pointed it ahead of him.

Abigail entered the apartment in time to see the startled agent throw up his hands, his eyes wide. He looked like he was about to ruin his pants.

"Hands up," Sam shouted, moving closer. "Up where I can see them!"

"They're already up!" the young man stammered. "I'll put them up higher if you want, just don't shoot!"

Abigail recognized him from the meeting: it was the young one, the one with the computer. Up close, he looked even younger than she had earlier thought. He couldn't have been older than thirteen. Fourteen maybe.

His flat computer had fallen to the ground in the confusion; his glasses had been knocked askew on his face so that one lens hovered below his left eye, the other nearly above his right. His whole appearance was about as far from Elena's leather-clad Wilds warrior look as it was possible to get. Either Roosevelt had very different ideas on intimidation than she had expected, or there was something odd going on here.

Like her, Sam had obviously expected Roosevelt to send one of his more traditional agents to wait for them. Some big guy with an even bigger gun. Sam lowered his weapon slightly, unsure of how to proceed.

"If you came here to give us some speech about how Roosevelt still expects us to work for him, I'm not interested in... oh hell, what do you want?" He sighed and lowered the gun to his side, though he remained in his shooting stance, hoping to convey to Roosevelt's guy that he could easily re-raise the pistol at any moment.

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