Saturday, September 27, 2008

On the bright side, it's much more refreshing than a shower of hot lead


He had been sneaking around like a noir hero for two and a half weeks, finding new and shadowy exits to his regular places. He was tired from lack of sleep, and while it was early yet, he was looking forward to a stiff cocktail when he got upstairs.

But first he had to get there alive. He parked his car a couple of blocks away and started the treacherous walk, his only friend of late tucked under his black shirt, a curiously damp bulge.

His yellow-and-orange Uzi-style squirt gun.

Welcome to the shadowy, wet world of squirt-gun assassins.

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