As soon as Agent Simpson walked in she felt the tension.The air stank of stale cigarette smoke and the table was covered with sintons and mostly empty takeout containers. The front of the room displayed several large screens showing video feeds from inside the bank.
Simpson could see the perps on screen and wondered if the snipers on the roof across the road would ever be able to get a clear shot. They’d been waiting in the heat for over eight hours but the perps had managed to evade them so far. Which was why she was here to give them what they wanted. Her. In exchange for the hostages.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
Circular mark caused by placing a hot mug on the table.
avening ptcpl. v.
Putting on your coat to say goodbye, then spending fifteen minutes saying it.