Revenge knows patience. The information inside his briefcase would destroy Gibson, she knew. It had to be hers. Europa wheeled the food cart around the conference table, Gibson at the head. The duplicate briefcase hidden underneath her cart. Patience. When the right moment came she'd...
An explosion of noise--alarms, guns firing, bodies running, shouting. Europa dove to the floor, screaming, burying her face in the carpet.
What was happening?
The guards had grabbed Gibson and his briefcase, whisking them both away.
She peeked out. And smiled at the briefcase tucked underneath her.
Then the gunman entered. He smiled too.
Smiles can be creepy and foreboding or good and helpful... I'm not sure how to interpret these. Hoping that the next drabble makes it clear.
ReplyDeletegah! agreed.
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