Jetfuel, A Sunday Story – Chapter 8

Posted bySuzette BenjaminPosted inSunday Short Story
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Chapter 8

Tilting her maple-leaf logo mug, Neroot savored the last drops of her coffee. Then, staring squarely at Bobby, aka Angel One, on a hunch, she said, rising promptly from the overstuffed Ikea sofa in his hotel suite:

“Well, I thank you, Footman, for saving my life earlier; however, I best go it alone on this one. Your job is done. When I can, I will report to our mutual employer (Section “O”) that you did your job with honor.”

“No, no, no! I will see this one out as ordered Commander,” said Bobby, scampering to his feet from the loveseat across from Neroot.

“When you say… ‘see this one out..’ you mean to kill me after you interrogate me for information on whatever intelligence I may have gathered on this assignment. Don’t you, Footman?”

Bobby’s expression hardened. His serious demeanor suddenly oozed an eerie energy, palpable and cold.

“If I wanted you dead, Commander. You’d already be dead!”

Neroot had already calculated that in the past half hour since they met, Footman Bobby had plenty of opportunities to “see her out” (Section “O’s euphemism for disposing of one of their own.)

Yet…

Bobby seemed hesitant to do so. Neroot, although grateful, wondered why…

Suddenly…

…the sound of the television in the nearby suite down the hallway grew cacaphonous!

Then came the sound of several doors opening in the same hallway outside Bobby’s suite at the Shangri-la Toronto.

Bobby’s placed his index finger to his lips. He pointed to his large hockey bag in the corner of the room on the floor.

Together, Bobby and Neroot sprung headlong to the floor as semi-automatic muzzled gunfire peppered the suite’s walls at waist height, and bullets from outside shattered the suite’s windows.

Crawling on all fours, Bobby and Neroot arrived at the large hockey bag on the floor.

Bobby pulled the bag’s zipper in one move…

…Zwoosh!

…ducking flying debris, glass, and upholstery stuffing, Neroot peeked inside Bobby’s large hockey bag…

And inside the bag…a sharpshooter’s wet dream…

–two of the finest quality sniper rifles, two tripod stands, knives, boxes of various ammo, night scopes, a change of clothing shrink-wrapped, various passports in a ziplock baggie, two unboxed satelite phones and a large stack of U.S. currency.

“Help yourself…” Bobby whispered, pulling from the bag his choice of a C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle oddly, already kitted out with scope and muzzle suppression.

“Thanks,” said Neroot, removing her Glock42 from her bra and helping herself to a box of 9mm ammunition for her weapon from Bobby’s hockey bag treasures.

Pointing in silence to the wall of glass windows…now a gaping hole into the night…

Bobby signed with his fingers to Neroot that he would cover whoever was shooting from outside while she covered the attackers in the hallway.

Neroot nodded and rolled her body sideways towards the suite’s only entrance/exit door.

Meanwhole… Bobby took aim from a perch behind the loveseat, his loveseat’s back, and a side table unit with sturdy legs.

He scoped the outside building’s windows. And, quickly, he found his target…

The shooter was in a top office suite in the building next door.

Seeing Bobby, through his scope…the shooter held his fire.

Then… Bobby nodded at the shooter, knowing that the shooter could see him through his (the shooter’s) rifle scope!

And then, nonchalantly, Bobby turned away from the window…

Unexpectedly…

Neroot flung her body towards Bobby and suddenly she body-slammed him to the floor, in a choke hold, and pinned his legs with her thighs…

Bobby felt himself losing consciousness as he gasped for air, his face turning red…

Immobilized, Bobby’s expression registered his utter shock at Neroot’s swift attack. Tentatively, he stared down the barrel of Neroot’s Glock42 aimed point blank at his forehead…!

Neroot partially released her choke-hold, allowing Bobby just enough latitude to breathe, and said:

“Either six attackers or however many are in the hallway and sniper(s) whom you just nodded to out there are all poor shooters, OR better still… they are excellent shooters deliberately aiming to miss.”

“More importantly,” Neroot continued. “A sniper’s assassination attempt is one calculated shot, and surgical; It is not shooting up a room to smithereens..!”

What’s going on here? …Speak, if you want to live, Footman!”

***To Be Continued Next Sunday***

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

82 thoughts on “Jetfuel, A Sunday Story – Chapter 8”

  8. ⚔When you say… ‘see this one out..’ you mean to kill me after you interrogate me for information on whatever intelligence I may have gathered on this assignment. Don’t you, Footman?”⚔

    Shew straight, STRAIGHT for the jugular

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  10. ⚔Neroot had already calculated that in the past half hour since they met, Footman Bobby had plenty of opportunities to “see her out” (Section “O’s euphemism for disposing of one of their own.)⚔

    Lol “see her out” such chivalry

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  12. ⚔Together, Bobby and Neroot sprung headlong to the floor as semi-automatic muzzled gunfire peppered the suite’s walls at waist height, and bullets from outside shattered the suite’s windows.⚔

    Oh my word, they are in this thing together again

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  14. ⚔two of the finest quality sniper rifles, two tripod stands, knives, boxes of various ammo, night scopes, a change of clothing shrink-wrapped, various passports in a ziplock baggie, two unboxed satelite phones and a large stack of U.S. currency.⚔

    An assassin’s cache!!!
    Alles is daar

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  16. ⚔Thanks,” said Neroot, removing her Glock42 from her bra and helping herself to a box of 9mm ammunition for her weapon from Bobby’s hockey bag treasures.⚔

    So loyal to her old faithful

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  17. ⚔Bobby signed with his fingers to Neroot that he would cover whoever was shooting from outside while she covered the attackers in the hallway.⚔

    Love the the silence of finger spelling

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  18. ⚔Meanwhole… Bobby took aim from a perch behind the loveseat, his loveseat’s back, and a side table unit with sturdy legs.⚔

    Ah so Bobby invites these visitors too…lol

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  19. ⚔Seeing Bobby, through his scope…the shooter held his fire.

    Then… Bobby nodded at the shooter, knowing that the shooter could see him through his (the shooter’s) rifle scope!

    And then, nonchalantly, Bobby turned away from the window..⚔

    My word such a skelm hey

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  20. ⚔Unexpectedly…

    Neroot flung her body towards Bobby and suddenly she body-slammed him to the floor, in a choke hold, and pinned his legs with her thighs…

    Bobby felt himself losing consciousness as he gasped for air, his face turning red…⚔

    Siesa!!!
    Look at this sharp-thinking girl

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  21.  ⚔”A sniper’s assassination attempt is one calculated shot, and surgical; It is not shooting up a room to smithereens..!”⚔

    Yep that is just a whole lot of shitty bang-bang

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  22. ⚔What’s going on here? …Speak, if you want to live, Footman!”⚔

    Way to go girl, this is not Alice in Wonderland!!!
    He can’t sit around here all day long
    Speak or I shall put you to sleep!!!

    Action-filled and sexy chapter. 👏
    Love how she is forcing the Footman to whistle

    Rolling up my sleeves for next week just in case I need to jump into the ring
    Hahaha
    No chance!!

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    1. Neroot is a go getter, take no prisoners kind of heroine. She means business….More to come.

      Glad you enjoyed her “focused” approach to getting answers (choke-hold and weapon in hand!)
      Rolling up your sleeves for next week….Lol, Me too!
      Thank you for your outstanding support, quick thinking and deep thought-filled insights. It is a pleasure to read your comments.

      Happy Sunday. Peace and good wishes to you. May light shine on us all.

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      1. Yep she plays the hard ball.
        Loved the episode
        She put the matter to the sword

        Lol, I can see you rolling up your sleeves to map out the next chapter.
        Enjoy
        I delight.
        You are most welcome

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