Author Archives: The_Narrator

I cut laterally through the crowd and down onto the main floor where the bowlers were.  They sat at tables, waited their turns, ate and laughed and joked with their companions.  I cut in front of them, behind them, moving … Continue reading →

The following takes place between 12am and 1am Instead of calling a number to start the hour, the number called me.  I answered the phone and that same automated voice said “Assassinate this man by one aye emm.  A picture … Continue reading →

Up a hill onto the sidewalk surrounding a huge angular glass and sandstone building, past the doors and into the courtyard.  A glassed-in dining room jutted into the concrete patio under a myriad of foreign flags.  Jared wasn’t in any … Continue reading →

The following takes place between 11pm and 12am The soothing female computer voice on the other end of the line said “Assassinate this couple by twelve aye emm.  A picture will download to your phone momentarily.  They are located at … Continue reading →

The door below swung open with a creek, and I aimed downwards, splattered the bottom of the stairwell with water as two people moved not-quickly-enough for the steps. Third floor and I advanced into the hallway through another loosely hung … Continue reading →

The following takes place between 10pm and 11pm I didn’t stick around to admire the dead restaurant further.  It had been a restful moment, but as soon as I saw the next objective, I was back on the escalator, sprinting … Continue reading →

Keith had two fingers pressed to my neck, checking my pulse.  “You ok?” I put a hand to the back of my head, felt beneath the hair.  Sticky with – but not soaked in – blood.  My head pounded and … Continue reading →

The store was wide and “L” shaped, a taller – maybe fifteen foot high – atrium before a central service desk, and then the rest of the room angled off to the right.  The walls were white, slatted wood, perfect … Continue reading →

The following takes place between 9pm and 10pm The box was close and humid, and I felt as if I was disturbing a tomb as I lifted the ancient receiver and pressed it to my ear.  “Hello?” “Washington Commons, Three … Continue reading →

I spun, aiming the Vanquisher back towards the island.  Someone stood right at the edge of the planks observing me quietly through the lens of a camera, his face obscured by the body of the device.  He was wearing boots, … Continue reading →