Maxx Fragg, V.P.I. SFFSat snippet - 01/31/15

Debbie raised her hand and asked, “Would it be okay if I just darted to the lady’s room first?”
“The process has already started,” Maxx said.
“But…” Debbie persisted.
Maxx secured the detecting rod in his bag and withdrew a long barreled shotgun with a plastic cylinder attached to each side. “You can put your hand down now.”
Pumping the stock, a neon gel flowed through the tubing running the length of the barrel. Maxx hit a button and the liquid energized, bubbling as it flowed the course of the weapon. The couple simultaneously pulled their feet off the floor.
It was time for Maxx to set up the final act.
“You’re entirely safe as long as my partner and I are here,” Maxx said.
“They’re professionals, babe.” Travis reassured her with a half-hearted smile.
Debbie dug her nails into the couch.
They needed to get through the rest of this job without any more hitches. Debbie was on the verge of crying and Maxx knew Tane’s concentration shattered at the sight of a girl’s tears.

Published on January 30, 2015 20:41
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