The Target 8

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I knew the Boss was talking but all I could think about was how I was going to kill him after the job was over.   He led me to believe that my sister was alive.  He would pay for that.  I smiled, he noticed but said nothing.

“So?  What do you think about using him?”

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “Drifted off for a moment.”

“I said, should we hire Morse to go along with us on the Jump?”

“No, of course not.  It’s hard enough tearing a whole in reality without dragging more people through.  It’s just the two of us.  That’s it or find someone else.”

He nodded.  “Okay.”

“So the clue you’re looking for is supposed to lead us to the killer?”


“Then what do you need your brother for?  He’s dead.  You can’t get him out and you can’t bring him back to life.”

“I have to tell him something.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said, staring at him.  “No one Jumps  just to say something to someone.  You’re lying again.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Stop the car, ” I said loudly.  “Now.”  The car started to slow and I moved forward on the seat. “I told you not to lie to me.  STOP THIS CAR NOW OR I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF,” I screamed at the driver, reaching for his neck.  The car stopped and I opened the door.   “And just so you know, Morse won’t be able to get you where you want to go.  But by all means, hire him, that way I wont have to hunt you down after I kill the person who murdered my sister.”  With that I got out of the car, slammed the door and started walking.

Ten minutes later I was sitting on a bar stool in an open air bar.  The man next to me let me borrow his cell phone and I made arrangements for transportation, a hotel and a place to pick up a chunk of change.  Things were looking up, I thought as I sipped my drink.  

“Excuse me,” said a tiny man, wearing a clean but tattered white shirt.  “I have a message for you.”

“Really?  And I just got here,” I said.  

“It’s just that, well, we saw you get out of that car and slam the door.”


“We thought you may need some things, since you, uh, appeared to be angry.  Also, lady, you were not carrying a bag.”

“What could you possibly have that I might need?” I asked, suddenly interested.


“You know, I think you just became my new best friend,” I said smiling.

The small man bowed and his eyes lit up.  “You come with me?”

“Why not,” I said.  “What do I have to lose?”

“You have money?”

“It’s on it’s way,”  I said.

“Money is good.”

“Some people may argue that point,” I said softly.

“You a Jumper, yes?”


“A Jumper,” he said, moving his arms up and down.  “Jump, through time.”

“Why would you think I was….”

“Aura,” smiled the man.  “Jumper.”  

What the hell, I thought.  “Yes, I’m a Jumper.”

“Good, good,” laughed the man, bowing again.  “Jumper, very good.  We have many weapons for you.  That man come back.  You need guns.”

“Do you know him?”

“Yes.  Bad man.”

“Tell me about him, friend.”













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4 Responses to The Target 8

  1. bgbowers says:

    You’re too fast for me at the moment 😉 I’ll work on this today and hopefully have it ready this afternoon. xox

  2. LOL…there’s no rush or deadline. Take your time. No one is counting the minutes so relax and just have fun.

  3. bgbowers says:

    Finally!! Numero 9 is up 🙂

  4. LOL going to read it now:)

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