— Chapter oo6: A kick in the ballistic
There’re two kinds of folks that sit around thinking about how to kill people: Psychopaths and Mystery writers, but only the second kind do some sort of research before letting the thoughts flow through their fingers to convince someone that it was possible that the murder could actually happen in the real life and that was exactly the point Simon was trying to prove as he walked around the corridors of the university in the early hours of the morning.
The place was quite enough to pay off as a scenario from a thriller movie and just like he wished to most of his colleagues were still far away from their officers, what could possible go wrong? Everything was the accurate answer when Simon was the one up to something and he never failed in surprise even himself.
Straightening up his posture and taking the laser tag gun on his right hand, positioning his left one under it as the officer protocol asked for, the blond glued his back to the wall gesturing with two of his fingers a consent for the imaginary fellow officers to carry on their mission as he continued his way to the targeted room.
He paused, taking a deep breath to mentally write down the details that might be useful when the author’s block is finally gone and he had enough of inspiration for the next book and probably because the pause seemed dramatic enough for his liking at the moment, it wasn’t everyday he had the chance to go all Jason Bourne.
Simon kicked the door down with all of his CIA false agent glory and somersaulted his way inside the room, pointing his laser gun to what should had been an empty space. “Police! Put your hands were I can see and lay on the ground already!” He screamed at the top of his lunges.
His gaze shifted to the left as he heard a gasp and paper noises, narrowing his eyes at the familiar face the writer didn’t need a second to recognize the cool folk that used to try talk him out of causing troubles (and consequently being expelled from school) when he was younger.
“Fuck!” Simon cursed as he analyzed better the situation he got himself into, muttering a ‘my bad’ as soon as he realized he had cursed in front of the older. “What are you doing here, old man?”