SFFSat Snippet - Maxx Fragg - 01/24/15

Maxx pulled a metal rod from his bag. Standing next to the couple, he flipped a switch on the base, holding it high over his head. The staff hummed and vibrated like a radioactive tuning fork sending palpable energy out into the air around the room. Maxx swung it over Travis and Debbie’s heads and they both instinctively ducked. They were like two kids watching their first fireworks display and Maxx was the guy lighting the wicks. There wasn’t much furniture in the apartment, a sign they hadn’t lived there long, and Maxx read the digital display on the club’s handle.
Satisfied, Maxx brushed his hand over his spiked hair, trying to express some concern. “You’ve definitely got a presence here. Readings are off the charts.”
Pulling a notepad from his tactical vest, he scribbled down some notes. Maxx drew a smiley face with a frown and tears streaming down both cheeks. Underneath his sketch he wrote Travis.
Think the job will go off without any problems. Yeah, me neither. I hope you enjoyed the read and come back next week as things heat up. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. It’s always appreciated. Have a great weekend!
Published on January 23, 2015 18:24
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