pistol – Christy Grace Scarlet Pen

I walked slowly towards the non-smoking section with my hands resting in my coat pockets. It was time. Time to show Slone Carter what it meant to cross me. I was nobody’s fool.

The mid-afternoon smokers always felt more encroaching than the rest. Maybe because the day was already partially over, or maybe because they felt that the non-smokers wouldn’t want to come out to the courtyard and brave the cold weather.

I could see my breath as I took each step closer towards Slone. There was nothing he could say to change my mind; this was how it had to be.
Another step, and another. The bulge in my pocket felt heavier as I get closer. My heart thud in my ears and head, and pulsed through every vein in my body.

I reached them; the smoking workers. One looked up and frowned at the sight of my scrunched face. I pulled out the gun that rested in my pocket and aimed it at Slone Carter. His college pulled at his sleeve and pointed in my direction; the whole group freezing in place.

“Slone Carter. You know who I am?”
Slone shook his head and the anger warmed my cold extremities. “You wouldn’t. I’m just one of the many people who opposed the expansion of the Smoking Area.”
Slone narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he stuttered. His eyes dropped to my gun and his face softened. “You should put that down before someone gets hurt.”
I straightened my shoulders and shook my head violently. “I’ll bet you didn’t consider the environmental impact of smoke. Not to mention the second hand smoke issue for humans and animals.”

Slone Carter rolled his eyes and I stiffened. He wasn’t taking this seriously. If he wouldn’t, I would make him. I took a step closer and the other men in the group – who had dropped their cigarettes onto the ground – retreated a step. Slone, however, didn’t move an inch. His face became calmer the closer I got.

“What do you want me to do about it now?” Slone asked.
I paused. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to return things to normal.”
Slone laughed and I took another step, my gun now inches from his head. I frowned. “Why aren’t you more concerned that I have a gun to your head?” Sirens grew closer, and in the pit of my stomach, I knew they were coming for me.
Slone raised his chin and tilted his head. “Because I know a real gun when I see one. All you’ve got is a water pistol.”

See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency, which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down, and roped Hannah (and her fellow agent and best friend, Stephanie) into the fight.
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a CGT and Global enemy, but now, she seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead, and missing for over a decade, but revealed himself from the fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
With Hannah’s memories sketchy after a CGT Kidnapping, she went with Zeke to a Peace Talks conference, where the Cataclysm domino’s were to start falling – but things went unexpectedly. Shots were fired into the crowd, at the leaders on the podium, and Zeke confirmed the shooter was his Boss – supposedly a ‘good guy’. What will this mean for the team, and for Cataclysm – is it still on? What will CGT do to strike back?

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Hannah held the gun in her hand, angling it like she had seen as a kid in movies. It was funny how the memories were returning; slowly. Sometimes they were helpful, others not so much, but they were returning none the less.
The target seemed too far, but she readjusted her grip on the gun properly, letting three shots out of the pistol.

Pulling off her ear protection, she walked slowly towards the target and sighed, tracing her fingers over the perfectly placed shots.
Two to the heart, one to the head; how did she do that?
The door to the warehouse floor screeched open and Hannah turned, her gun raised out of an instinct that she didn’t realise was there. The woman at the door raised her own gun, then sighed as she recognised Hannah.
It was Stephanie Winchester.

“You startled me,” Stephanie said. Hannah slowly lowered her own weapon.
“I guess a spy shouldn’t admit that, but hey, we can’t remember all of our training,” Stephanie smiled then shrugged. As she glanced at Hannah’s target, Stephanie nodded towards it, “Weird huh? How we have the skills, just to not the memory on how we got them.”
Hannah nodded, then put the pistol onto the table and bent to pick up the long arms rifle she’d also carried in for practise.
“Heavy artillery ay?” Stephanie asked, chuckling. “I get some memories of us in remote locations, on missions together. Somehow, I’m not surprised that you’re a good shot.”

Hannah dropped the rifle back into the case and squared her shoulders, “Well I’m surprised. At least someone’s starting to remember, because I can’t remember jack!”
Stephanie raised both hands in a surrendering gesture and sighed, “I’m sorry Hannah. Some of the things that have come back to my mind,” she lowered her shoulders and looked at the ground, “I wish I didn’t have to remember them.”
Stephanie looked back up at Hannah and smiled softly, “You know, we were really close. I’m starting to miss it.”

Hannah stared at the person who only returned to her memories briefly. She’d seen Stephanie in a few mission memories, but the ones in social places, laughing and singing, those were her favourites.
“I just want everything to come back. I’m sick of feeling like I’m constantly out of a semi-familiar loop.”

Stephanie nodded and picked up her gun, holstering it and walking back towards the warehouse doors, “I’ll come back a bit later.”
“Stephanie?”
Stephanie Winchester turned and smiled, “Yeah?”
“Do I even want to remember everything?”
Stephanie shrugged, “maybe not.”

Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Christy Grace