Shots Fired in the Melting Pot

them off before they could come to her aid.

  “Hey, Richard,” Mike announced as he removed his dark sunglasses and turned halfway around to face the television star, “we didn’t drive all the way here to pick you up for a joyride. You have a role to play in this, whether you like it or not, so put your damn arms around the woman and make her feel at home before I break them!” He growled with a haughty stare of malcontent.

  Richard refused to look at his enemy but knew from the tone of his voice that the man was making a genuine threat. After a regretful session of contemplation, he opened his arms and scooted backward on the seat. Litz hesitated at the thought of enjoying this forced companionship, but the journey had been long, and she wanted some affection. The conflicted woman turned to the side and rolled into his arms with guilty optimism.

  “That’s better,” Mike said as he put his sunglasses back on and turned to face the road with the documents in hand.

  “What has she got planned for us?” Mitch asked his colleague with eagerness. “Is it going to work?”

  “You don’t want to know,” the former CIA agent responded with a measure of hesitation, “but I think it might. There’s no training for something like this.” He finished with a sigh, continuing to glance down at the documents and back at the road ahead.

  There were dozens of questions on Richard's mind as he held the wild murderess in his arms. A part of him wanted to use his new muscle mass to squeeze her neck until the bones popped. He didn't understand how someone could burn a team of astronauts to ashes and relax with content afterward. His throat tightened with the thoughts that came forward while his sworn enemies drove the family van toward the weak sunlight of winter. Richard wasn't certain at what point these deviants began working together, but he knew that any chance of vengeance would require him to be a whore. So, he smiled with primal optimism, praying in silence to survive long enough to repay their kindness with blinding hellfire.

  "I like when you're happy," Litz remarked in a whisper after turning her head to gauge Richard's expression. "And you can fantasize about hurting us, Richard, but I won't end you for hating me like a monster - I'll turn you into one."

  THE END.

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