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 I Usually Get Paid To Shop!  (9 ratings)by Rev. Dr. Raymond W.B. Young Page 2 of 3 IRS will not kill you, and will not have you killed. There are worse things than death and the IRS has perfected the use of all of them. Being the big independent man that I am, I did the only thing I was able to do, I caved. "Yes ma'am, anything you want" I said. "Good." she said, "Mr. Simm you are the exact weight, height, build, and general description of one of my field agents who was recently killed and I need you to take his place for ten minutes. In exchange I will cancel the audit I ordered on your wife and mother when you were brought in this room." "Yes ma'am, anything you want." I said, great repertoire wouldn't you agree? "O.k., here's the deal, you and I will go into the "Flight Line Lounge" sit down, order a drink, and you will not do anything else for ten minutes. You will not speak, you will not look around, you will not drink your drink. You will do nothing except look at your drink. IS THAT CLEAR?" Hey what could I say, "Yes ma'am, anything you want". "Good," she said, "let's go." Crossing the room to me Ms. Roe removed my handcuffs and put her arm in mine and escorted me out of the room. Security I noticed didn't seem quite as alert as it was earlier. As we entered the "Flight Line Lounge" the host swished over and Ms. Roe passed him a medium sized tip, which got us a booth in a back corner with me facing the back wall and her facing the room. She ordered white wine and I ordered a Jack and Jack with a Jack chaser. The table delivered our drinks and I started my mental clock ...9min59sec... 9min58sec and so on. Without looking I sensed a mild tenseness in her and then all hell broke loose. Her gun went off almost in my face as she shot past my head at someone just entering the room... 9min52sec... Diving out of the booth, Ms. Roe ducked behind the booth across the isle from me and continued to fire. From somewhere behind me I faintly heard screaming and the sound of automatic weapons going off. Which when heard in real life as opposed to Holo-Vid is quite a bit louder and more blood curdling... 9min48sec... Suddenly one of the automatic weapons stopped and the sound of screaming was drowned out by an explosion that could only have been a hand grenade... 9min22sec... Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ms. Roe reloading her Young & Young Tech7 Heavy Pistol with a forty round standard caseless armor piercing ammo magazine (Illegal to use or possess on this planet). As she released the slide I could clearly hear it click into place and a round lock into the chamber... 9min20sec... the woman had obviously done it before. The volume of fire was joined from farther out as the IRS backup team joined the party and the fire in the middle ground of my hearing seemed to spread out some... 9min7sec... I could smell smoke and propellant from the weapons, and somewhere there was the sound of a man crying. Somehow the table in front of me seemed to be clear of debris and my drink didn't even have any ripples in it... 9min1sec... Ms. Roe was shouting something into her com-link and shooting when she took a hit in the left shoulder... 8min30sec... Diving across the isle, I snagged one of the linen napkins and shoved it against her wound while she continued to shout orders into her com-link and fire around the edge of the booth... 8min16sec... With bloody hands I started tearing apart a tablecloth and used the soiled strips to bind a makeshift bandage to her shoulder and tied it around her waist. There was a bottle of Russian Vodka on the table next to me so I grabbed it and poured some into the wound then saw spots as she hit me between the eyes with the butt of her pistol... 8min4sec... ...3min11sec... I finally am able to see without having to blink away the spots and the shooting appears to have stopped. Ms. Roe is talking into her com-link and scanning the room with her eyes. As her eyes skim me they appear to go ice hard for a moment and then she continues to scan the room... 2min57sec... Standing up Ms. Roe moves towards the front of the room and I hear shots. Looking over the booth to see what the shooting is all about I see Ms. Roe take careful aim and shoot someone in the head. I watch in horror as she shifts her aim to a young girl about 13 years old with what appears to be an antique Uzi automatic pistol in her hand... 1min41sec... Pulling myself up I stagger back to my table, lean down grab my drink and down it, washing it down with the chaser... 1min1sec... Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Rev. Dr. Raymond W.B. Young, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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