by John61CT » Fri Sep 15, 2017 10:01 pm
"You're the security for those simstim kids," the pale man
said, putting one of the drinks down on Turner's table. "Alfredo told me." Alfredo was one of the hotel bartenders.
Turner looked up at the man, who was evidently sober and seemed to have all the confidence in the world. "I don't think we've been introduced," Turner said, making no move to accept the proffered drink.
"It doesn't matter," Conroy said, seating himself, "we're in the same ball game." He seated himself.
Turner stared. He had a bodyguard's presence, something restless and watchful written in the lines of his body, and few strangers would so casually violate his private space.
"You know," the man said, the way someone might comment on a team that wasn't doing particularly well in a given season, "those seismics you're using really don't make it. I've met people who could walk in there, eat your kids for breakfast, stack the bones in the shower, and stroll out whistling. Those seismics would say it never happened." He took a sip of his drink. "You get A for effort, though. You know how to do a job."
The phrase "stack the bones in the shower," was enough. Turner decided to take the pale man out.
"Look, Turner, here's your leading lady." The man smiled up at Jane Hamilton, who smiled back, her wide blue eyes clear and perfect, each iris ringed with the minute gold lettering of the Zeiss Ikon logo. Turner froze, caught in a split-second look of indecision. The star was close, too close,
and the pale man was rising
"Nice meeting you, Turner," he said. "We'll get together sooner or later. Take my advice about those seismics; back 'em up with a perimeter of screamers." And then he turned and walked away, muscles rolling easily beneath the crisp fabric of his tan shirt.
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