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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I leaned against the doorjamb and wanted to yell at him, but bit it back. "I'm going with you, Richard."
"You have enough problems of your own."
"Stephen risked his life to save mine once. I owe him. If you want to play politician, fine, but I want Stephen safe."
"Going out where the assassin can find you isn't a smart idea, Anita."
"We've been dating for months, Richard. If a professional assassin hits town, it won't take him long to find me here."
He glared at me, jaw tight enough that I could see the small muscle on the side. "You'll kill someone if I take you."
"Only if they need killing."
He shook his head. "No killing."
"Even to save my own life? Even to save Stephen's?"
He looked away from me, then back, anger turning his dark eyes almost black. "Of course you can defend yourself."
"Then I'm coming."
"All right, for Stephen's sake." He didn't like saying it.
"I'll get my jacket." I got the mini-Uzi out of the suitcase. It was amazingly small. I could have shot it with one hand, but for accuracy, I needed two. Though accuracy and machine guns were sort of mutually exclusive. You pointed it a little lower than you meant to hit and held on. Silver ammo, of course. I slid the strap over my right shoulder. It had a little clip that attached to my belt at the small of my back. The clip kept the Uzi from sliding all over the place, but left enough play for me to slide the gun out and fire it. The gun rode at the small of my back, which was irritating, but no matter what I told Richard, I was scared, and I wanted at least two guns with me. The police had the Browning. I didn't have a holster big enough for the sawed-off, not to mention it was illegal. Come to think of it, wasn't the machine gun? I had a permit to own it, but they didn't hand out carry permits for fully automatic weapons, not to civilians, anyway. If I got caught with it, I might be going to court after all.
I put the jacket on and whirled around. The jacket was bulky enough that it didn't show. Amazing. The Firestar was more noticeable in its front-draw holster.
My pulse was beating hard enough that I could feel it thrumming against my skin. I was scared. Richard was going to play politics with a bunch of werewolves. Shapeshifters didn't play politics much, they just killed you. But I owed Stephen, and I didn't trust Richard to save him. I'd do whatever it took to see him safe; Richard wouldn't. Richard would hesitate. It would almost surely get him killed one day. Tonight, for the first time, I realized it might get me killed.
I leaned against the doorjamb and wanted to yell at him, but bit it back. "I'm going with you, Richard."
"You have enough problems of your own."
"Stephen risked his life to save mine once. I owe him. If you want to play politician, fine, but I want Stephen safe."
"Going out where the assassin can find you isn't a smart idea, Anita."
"We've been dating for months, Richard. If a professional assassin hits town, it won't take him long to find me here."
He glared at me, jaw tight enough that I could see the small muscle on the side. "You'll kill someone if I take you."
"Only if they need killing."
He shook his head. "No killing."
"Even to save my own life? Even to save Stephen's?"
He looked away from me, then back, anger turning his dark eyes almost black. "Of course you can defend yourself."
"Then I'm coming."
"All right, for Stephen's sake." He didn't like saying it.
"I'll get my jacket." I got the mini-Uzi out of the suitcase. It was amazingly small. I could have shot it with one hand, but for accuracy, I needed two. Though accuracy and machine guns were sort of mutually exclusive. You pointed it a little lower than you meant to hit and held on. Silver ammo, of course. I slid the strap over my right shoulder. It had a little clip that attached to my belt at the small of my back. The clip kept the Uzi from sliding all over the place, but left enough play for me to slide the gun out and fire it. The gun rode at the small of my back, which was irritating, but no matter what I told Richard, I was scared, and I wanted at least two guns with me. The police had the Browning. I didn't have a holster big enough for the sawed-off, not to mention it was illegal. Come to think of it, wasn't the machine gun? I had a permit to own it, but they didn't hand out carry permits for fully automatic weapons, not to civilians, anyway. If I got caught with it, I might be going to court after all.
I put the jacket on and whirled around. The jacket was bulky enough that it didn't show. Amazing. The Firestar was more noticeable in its front-draw holster.
My pulse was beating hard enough that I could feel it thrumming against my skin. I was scared. Richard was going to play politics with a bunch of werewolves. Shapeshifters didn't play politics much, they just killed you. But I owed Stephen, and I didn't trust Richard to save him. I'd do whatever it took to see him safe; Richard wouldn't. Richard would hesitate. It would almost surely get him killed one day. Tonight, for the first time, I realized it might get me killed.