The Task Begins (CLFM 1)
I waited, frozen, for the knife or gun. The one sudden moment of pain before a sudden and unpleasant death.
Instead, all I heard was a mocking chuckle.
“I haven’t come to kill you, Murray, old chap. I’m merely here to offer you a deal. A deal of a lifetime.”
“What kind of deal?” I asked. Stalling, I slipped my hand slowly onto the door handle. If I was quick enough I’d be away before he could struggle out of the back seat and follow.
“A lucrative deal.”
I looked in the rear view mirror. He gave a casual wave of his hand and a bright searing light ran along the outside edges of the door. The car filled with the scent of hot metal and seared furnishings. I pulled at the door handle and pushed the door. It was shut firm-welded shut.
“Who are you?” I stammered. “How did you do that?”
“It’s a child’s trick, nothing compared to what you’ll be able to do. Once I’ve taught you.”
“Taught me? What? Why?”
“Enough chat! We’re needed at Powell Street MUNI station, your first customer awaits.”