Drip, drip, drip... Jonas looked around at the scene and tried to piece together what had happened. Chloe was dead. About three feet away he could see her eyes looking blankly out of the window. Gone was all the anima, the life and soul that he had so cherished in those bright, clear orbs. He choked back his tears and looked around to see if there was still danger, was the _Weasel_ still there? No, he was gone; Jonas breathed a little easier. The _Weasel_ had looked like trouble from the moment he had walked into the diner, his shifty stance, beady eyes, greasy hair and dirty clothes had all put Jonas on his guard, but he had expected to be escorting the guy from the premises, not fighting him for his gun after he had pumped three rounds into Chloe's chest. He reached up to the side of his face to feel the sticky coagulating blood from where The _Weasel_ had hit him with the coffee pot and realised that the dripping was from the same broken pot on the table above him. How was he going to tell Hobart? 2008-05-23T00:25:11Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29777 <p>Heya Kermitgorf&#8230; I really wish that the people working on this site would make it possible to actually <i>reply</i> to comments so that I didn&#8217;t have to make these goofy greetings at the top of my replies. Anyway, thanks very much, I&#8217;m glad that the action comes across as much as the emotion; it was a tough goal to match up to when I had the idea.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29777?basename=64238 2008-05-23T00:25:11Z Maleghast http://ficlets.com/authors/maleghast <p>mysterious, literate,well done, fascinating action packed and full of love for chloe. impressive piece.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29777?basename=64123 2008-05-22T18:10:35Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf