Jetfuel, Chapter 2, A Sunday Story

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Controlling her half spiral half body slam jump Neroot dove head first out of the moving dark green Audi’s passenger door.

She landed in a tuck and roll slamming her back into 333 Bay Street’s back door in the city known by many names; but, her favorite moniker for this home away from home— is the nickname that this city shares with her hometown— “The Big Smoke.”

Grunting and wincing Neroot rolled her body away from the doors, tucking her legs at the edge of the door’s glass panels.

Meanwhile…

The dark green Audi with his corpse in the driver seat slammed into a miraculously sturdy traffic light and a street lamp combined unit.

The lampole’s sturdy metal form bent 30 degrees from the impact and yet cradled the Audi— now lifted off its passenger side tires and tilted sideways.

The crash’s force spewed car parts airborne as the sound of the impact vibrated through the empty late evening city streets of “The Big Smoke.”

Suddenly, the crumpled front passenger tire found freedom from its rim and flew…

…It sailed airborne directly toward Neroot…

…threatening to decapitate her!

Neroot ducked as the flying tire came close enough to her 1.75 meters (5 foot 9 inches) frame such that she could read its “Continental” branded logo.

As she swerved, a bullet twanged suddenly where she once was at the right edge of the metal and glass exit door at 333 Bay St. Tower.

Neroot ducked into a belly flop instinctively. Then she jumped to her feet and sped forward, zigzagging around the corner…

She raced… picking up speed…

Then…

She muttered under her breath…

“Bloody hell…”

As her cell phone, tucked away in her bra, rang, startling her gait with its vibration and ring setting.

Ducking into an alleyway which she was soon to discover— was a mistake…;

Neroot stopped.

Breathing heavily, her chest’s heaving almost popped out the ringing phone as she reached into her bra to retrieve it…

” ..Hhh…hello?”

With that, the line at the other end went dead…

She mumbled to herself as she stood in the alley stuffing her cell phone back in her bra…

“Hmmm, something’s not right…this feels…..”

Unaware that she was suddenly being watched by two strangers. Two men in trench coats, barely able to stand upright, staggered towards her in the looming darkness…

Suddenly, her keen sense kicked into high gear, Neroot’s fighter pilot training helped her visualize what she had just stumbled or… was led into…

…It was a kill box (an ambush)!

Sensing extreme danger…

Neroot, the British-born daughter of the former Mukhabarat Liaison to London, England’s “station O,” caught a glimpse of the two staggering figures advancing.

They were armed…the one on her right brandished a sawed-off shotgun, holding it like a pitchfork…

While the other brandished a knife, his hand trembling as he shouted to her, slurring his word…

“Fimme your money, voman orrelse…”

Neroot looked at the two men advancing, staggering either from drink or some stronger mojo. She scarce could believe the bizarre scene.

She took a deep breath and retrieved her 9mm Glock 42 from concealment in her specially designed bra cup.

Neroot unclipped the Glock’s safety and took aim at the man with the sawed-off shotgun. But she held her fire. Her Glock stared down the barrel at the two advancing figures…

The man with the sawed-off shotgun froze…

…the other man fled in the opposite direction from Neroot. His scampering footsteps disappeared in haste into the darkness.

But the staggering figure brandishing the sawed-off shotgun suddenly opened fire…

…one shot blasted out of the weapon and then it jammed…The bullet grazed the side of his foot and ricocheted off a metal dumpster.

Startled he raced away from the scene, hightailing it with the swiftness of someone suddenly quite sober and surefooted.

But…

…in the darkness of the alley… someone else was there…

The person watching Neroot lurked in the shadows in the alley, watching…

He then slid farther back into the long winter evening darkness, turned and strolled calmly away.

Meanwhile…

Suddenly, Neeroot’s whole body shivered as she heard the unmistakable sounds of two AK47’s safeties depressed and the weapons cocked… directly behind her…

***To Be Continued Next Sunday***

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

69 thoughts on “Jetfuel, Chapter 2, A Sunday Story”

  2. 💨is the nickname that this city shares with her hometown— “The Big Smoke.”💨

    It could be any of these -London, England; Dublin, Ireland; Toronto, Canada; or Sydney, Australia- please tell
    London Dublin Toronto or Sydney

    Loving the early Sunday morning geography lesson, 😂, leading into geopolitics.

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  4. 💨her chest’s heaving almost popped out the ringing phone as she reached into her bra to retrieve it…💨

    Lol, after all that action, no wonder this would happen to her wonderbra

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  5. 💨her keen sense kicked into high gear, Neroot’s fighter pilot training helped her visualize what she had just stumbled or… was led into…

    …It was a kill box (an ambush)!

    Sensing extreme danger…💨

    Those staggering strangers did sound suspect

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  6. 💨Neroot, the British-born daughter of the former Mukhabarat Liaison to London, England’s “station O,” caught a glimpse of the two staggering figures advancing.💨

    Ah middle-eastern origins. Iraqi? Mixed? Intelligence sharpens Intelligence I gather.

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  9. 💨one shot blasted out of the weapon and then it jammed…The bullet grazed the side of his foot and ricocheted off a metal dumpster💨

    Lol, I can just picture the drunken Shogun

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  12. 💨Neeroot’s whole body shivered as she heard the unmistakable sounds of two AK47’s safeties depressed and the weapons cocked… directly behind her…💨
    Now where do they suddenly come from again.
    I would faint with those in my back
    Two!!!
    Well we got a brilliantly written piece of the puzzle, I can’t wait to read what next week’s one looks like.
    Great chapter. 👍 ✍💯

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    1. Like your spin in too with “two” fabulous wordplay!!
      Thank you for rumaging in the suitcase of the author’s suspense thriller fancy in this tale.
      Your astute, crisp, and well discerned comments are always a delight to read. I thank You, truly!
      And yes, more to come…
      Happy Sunday, bliss!!

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      1. Lol, thanks imagine that, freaky

        It’s a very enticing suitcase, and invites me to rummage through
        Which I thoroughly enjoy.
        It’s my pleasure
        Looking ahead for the next chapter

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