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Can’t You People Just Go Away?

“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

-Tecumsah

The flight home was joyous for all the company.

We parted at the airport, and I thanked them all from the heart. It is a great thing to know you have friends who will answer your need.

My drive home was melancholy. It was sad to think of going back to the idle life that I had lived just lately. I had been so alive these last few days.

Terrified, but alive.

Walking into the house, I noticed nothing so much as the silence.

“Beverly, what do I do now? I can’t just let my life become waiting for visits from the kids. That’s waiting for fleeting moments of life.”

I sat in my chair, turned on the computer and readied myself to check what had happened in the world while we were avenging Eddie.

Abruptly I was aware of hands on either side of my head. A cord bit into my neck, but not before I could slip my fingers under it.

“We were not all caught, and those of us who are still around have promised to kill all of you involved in the fall of the Great Simonson!”

I thought the only thing that would save me was something unexpected. I only had seconds before he would choke me, even as I fought the garrote.

I threw my weight full forward and then pushed with both feet back. The chair went back and it and I fell back on my attacker. His fingers let go as he hit the floor.

I bounced up and down and heard the breath rush out of him.

I rolled of and kicked the man in the head.

He was out.

I almost fell into the next chair exhausted.

The police answered my call immediately and were cuffing the failed assassin when he said, “There are many of us, and you are our main target. You will die for what you have done!”

They read him his rights, got his name, Tony Shou, and took him away.

They promised to have a regular drive-bys to watch out for any trouble.

I pulled the chair up and sat in it.

A network of killers, all set on killing me?

I wasn’t afraid. Secretly I was thrilled.

This could be fun.

THE END

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