tales of the knotlands: molo 13: action

The moment the direction of everything pivots upon. One might say that it was the decision to sanction the killing, but Hardy, and many others, believed that it was the moment that the bullet struck the target. A decision was nothing without an action following close behind it.

Bang: and Blanc’s brain exited the back of his skull in a bloody pulpy mess. Bang: Noir’s kneecap exploded, he dropped and. Bang: Noir’s jaw was ripped clean off and. Bang: straight through Noir’s left eye. Two targets dead – that was a good day’s work in anyone’s book.

Hardy smiled – he’d spent too long following these two round. He wondered how much longer he would have been able to contain his temper if the executive order hadn’t come down.

So now he had to go in and confirm the kills and if they weren’t properly finished he got to do it nice and close.

It was always a bit nerve-wracking walking towards someone that you had just killed – that transformation from a figure in your crosshairs to a flesh and bone being drenched in blood, brain matter, whatever.

He knelt down beside Blanc, his eyes still open, and felt for a pulse. He thought he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. And turned his head slightly to glance in the direction that shadow had moved.

‘Now, why did you have to go and do that?’

‘But I watched your bloody jaw get blown off; I shot you through the eyeball.’

‘We,’ said Noir tapping the side of his head ‘Were in here making you see what we wanted you to see. All those headaches you have been suffering in the last week? Those came from us. Do you really think that we would let a flat-footed bastard like you get within a stone’s throw of us without our permission? Why did we let you near? So we could find out about you. What have we been doing recently when you’ve been following us? We’ve been on a fact-finding mission, because things around here are going to change and your head is going to be a stepping stone.’

‘Ah, you’re scaring him, Noir, but then that fucking bullet he put through my head hurt like fuck.’

‘He actually hit you?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Damn.’

‘Yes, damn. Now – to business …’

The moment the direction of everything pivots upon. One might say that it was the decision to sanction the killing, but Hardy, and many others, believed that it was the moment that the bullet struck the target. A decision was nothing without an action following close behind it.Bang: and Blanc’s brain exited the back of his skull in a bloody pulpy mess. Bang: Noir’s kneecap exploded, he dropped and. Bang: Noir’s jaw was ripped clean off and. Bang: straight through Noir’s left eye. Two targets dead – that was a good day’s work in anyone’s book.Hardy smiled – he’d spent too long following these two round. He wondered how much longer he would have been able to contain his temper if the executive order hadn’t come down.So now he had to go in and confirm the kills and if they weren’t properly finished he got to do it nice and close.It was always a bit nerve-wracking walking towards someone that you had just killed – that transformation from a figure in your crosshairs to a flesh and bone being drenched in blood, brain matter, whatever.He knelt down beside Blanc, his eyes still open, and felt for a pulse. He thought he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. And turned his head slightly to glance in the direction that shadow had moved.’Now, why did you have to go and do that?”But I watched your bloody jaw get blown off; I shot you through the eyeball.”We,’ said Noir tapping the side of his head ‘Were in here making you see what we wanted you to see. All those headaches you have been suffering in the last week? Those came from us. Do you really think that we would let a flat-footed bastard like you get within a stone’s throw of us without our permission? Why did we let you near? So we could find out about you. What have we been doing recently when you’ve been following us? We’ve been on a fact-finding mission, because things around here are going to change and your head is going to be a stepping stone.”Ah, you’re scaring him, Noir, but then that fucking bullet he put through my head hurt like fuck.”He actually hit you?”Yeah.”Damn.”Yes, damn. Now – to business …’

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