Friday, November 30, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 133.02

Dill looked at the taser, turning it over in his hands as he studied it. “But if they shoot at us they're fair game?”

“I suppose so.” Harold frowned. He'd never had a problem killing things which threatened him or his family – and by extension the world. He'd dropped animated skeletons into garden shredders, decapitated elves, banished goblins to the Dead Line, dispatched vampires, ghosts and werewolves to whatever afterlife awaited them and discorporated both angels and demons back to their respective territories. People were a different matter altogether. He'd never knowingly caused the death of a mortal man, much as some of them deserved it. “But try not to, eh? We're the invaders, here. As far as they're concerned, they're being attacked by a group of creatures from the pits of Hell. They don't know we're trying to save the world from the machinations of Jim Hunt.”

“I suppose so.” Dill produced a set of jeweller's tools and proceeded to remove the case from the taser. A minute with a battery powered soldering iron filled the corridor with the smell of hot lead and burned wiring. “There.” He replaced the cover. “That's better.”

“How is it better? Do I want to know?”

Dill smiled, but it was Sam's glittering eyes Harold could see. “Probably not.”

“You've mucked about with the voltage transformer, haven't you?”

“I might have done.”

“And now it's lethal.”

“I thought you didn't want to know.”

“They're just people. Guards. They've probably got wives and kids at home. Probably looking forward to walking the dog before supper and the footie highlights.”

Sam stared at him. “No-one says 'footie' any more.”

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