could fire any weapon put in her hand with accuracy that would make an Olympian jealous and kill anyone that opposed her with her bare hands.
She closed her eyes.
She did not want to kill Sean.
But if she had to, not far on a tripod was a CheyTac 408 sniper rifle. Overkill? Perhaps. Good from over 1400 meters. Not that it needed to go that far. It just needed to make it across the street.
She was a long way from the classroom now.
V
Sean’s Sister
Friday - Late
Sean was fading fast and felt like he was going to fall asleep on the deck right there at Doc’s. The trip across the Atlantic was finally getting to him, plus he was hungry. He had his feet up on the chair across from him.
“Sean, you should really get a pedi if you are going to wear sandals,” Stacy said staring at his feet. “Gross.”
“Thanks for the advice. I’ll pass.”
“Stacy, leave him alone,” Brian said.
“Brian, I am heading out. I am beat.” Sean stood up, downed the last of his beer and slapped Brian on the back. He neglected to say anything to Stacy. Across the deck, Bob saw him get up.
“He’s heading out. Following,” Bob said, checking in with Sandy. He put down his drink and followed a few steps behind. Brian saw Bob a couple steps behind his friend, but thought nothing of it. Everybody seemed to be in shape these days. Even in Pittsburgh.
Sean walked down the stairs fighting the same crowds Sandy had an hour earlier. It always seemed like the volume of the music jumped several decibels the later it got. He stepped out onto Bellefonte and turned left.
A yellow cab pulled up in front of Doc’s. Two women, clearly over dressed, got out.
“Whoa! Look who just showed up! The girls from the plane. Our boy must have made an impression,” Bill exclaimed from his vantage point at Cappy’s. Jennifer and her friend Ann paid the cab driver and walked into Doc’s as Sean rounded the corner.
“He just missed them. Stay behind him,” Bill said, stood up and placed his beer on the table at Cappy’s.
Meanwhile, Sean was famished. His caloric intake had tripled. He knew the Pittsburgh Deli Company was still open. He sprinted across Walnut Street, right in front of Cappy’s.
“Shit. I don’t know where he’s going now. He just crossed the street heading back the other way,” Bob said. Bill saw Sean jog past the window.
“I have him,” Bill said, left Cappy’s and started down Walnut behind Sean.
Without warning Sandy came in over the radio, “Calm down. He’s probably heading to the Pittsburgh Deli Company. All he does is eat – you two should know that by now!”
Bob did not respond to her and walked back past Doc’s heading towards Copeland.
Sean turned left on Copeland and walked forty feet down the street to the Pittsburgh Deli Company. The restaurant was located in an old brownstone. Sean took the six or so steps up into the restaurant. It really was just a counter and several two tops. He ordered a Reuben off the hand-written board behind the counter, chips and a Coke. He got it to go and left.
Via the tracker, Sandy watched his every step.
Sean walked the rest of the way home without stopping. Bailey saw him when he entered the yard and greeted him at the door. Bob and Bill were back in their Tahoe sitting on Pembroke waiting and watching.
Thrilled to see Sean, Bailey was jumping and bouncing around the room. She smelled the sandwich. Corned beef was a favorite. Sean placed the bag and Coke on the coffee table.
“Hey girl! Thanks for waiting up.” He tried to pet her head but she was jumping wildly.
Sandy watched him from the laptop.
Sean flipped on the TV and opened up the sandwich. Bailey sat at attention next to him. He found a nice piece of corned beef
She closed her eyes.
She did not want to kill Sean.
But if she had to, not far on a tripod was a CheyTac 408 sniper rifle. Overkill? Perhaps. Good from over 1400 meters. Not that it needed to go that far. It just needed to make it across the street.
She was a long way from the classroom now.
V
Sean’s Sister
Friday - Late
Sean was fading fast and felt like he was going to fall asleep on the deck right there at Doc’s. The trip across the Atlantic was finally getting to him, plus he was hungry. He had his feet up on the chair across from him.
“Sean, you should really get a pedi if you are going to wear sandals,” Stacy said staring at his feet. “Gross.”
“Thanks for the advice. I’ll pass.”
“Stacy, leave him alone,” Brian said.
“Brian, I am heading out. I am beat.” Sean stood up, downed the last of his beer and slapped Brian on the back. He neglected to say anything to Stacy. Across the deck, Bob saw him get up.
“He’s heading out. Following,” Bob said, checking in with Sandy. He put down his drink and followed a few steps behind. Brian saw Bob a couple steps behind his friend, but thought nothing of it. Everybody seemed to be in shape these days. Even in Pittsburgh.
Sean walked down the stairs fighting the same crowds Sandy had an hour earlier. It always seemed like the volume of the music jumped several decibels the later it got. He stepped out onto Bellefonte and turned left.
A yellow cab pulled up in front of Doc’s. Two women, clearly over dressed, got out.
“Whoa! Look who just showed up! The girls from the plane. Our boy must have made an impression,” Bill exclaimed from his vantage point at Cappy’s. Jennifer and her friend Ann paid the cab driver and walked into Doc’s as Sean rounded the corner.
“He just missed them. Stay behind him,” Bill said, stood up and placed his beer on the table at Cappy’s.
Meanwhile, Sean was famished. His caloric intake had tripled. He knew the Pittsburgh Deli Company was still open. He sprinted across Walnut Street, right in front of Cappy’s.
“Shit. I don’t know where he’s going now. He just crossed the street heading back the other way,” Bob said. Bill saw Sean jog past the window.
“I have him,” Bill said, left Cappy’s and started down Walnut behind Sean.
Without warning Sandy came in over the radio, “Calm down. He’s probably heading to the Pittsburgh Deli Company. All he does is eat – you two should know that by now!”
Bob did not respond to her and walked back past Doc’s heading towards Copeland.
Sean turned left on Copeland and walked forty feet down the street to the Pittsburgh Deli Company. The restaurant was located in an old brownstone. Sean took the six or so steps up into the restaurant. It really was just a counter and several two tops. He ordered a Reuben off the hand-written board behind the counter, chips and a Coke. He got it to go and left.
Via the tracker, Sandy watched his every step.
Sean walked the rest of the way home without stopping. Bailey saw him when he entered the yard and greeted him at the door. Bob and Bill were back in their Tahoe sitting on Pembroke waiting and watching.
Thrilled to see Sean, Bailey was jumping and bouncing around the room. She smelled the sandwich. Corned beef was a favorite. Sean placed the bag and Coke on the coffee table.
“Hey girl! Thanks for waiting up.” He tried to pet her head but she was jumping wildly.
Sandy watched him from the laptop.
Sean flipped on the TV and opened up the sandwich. Bailey sat at attention next to him. He found a nice piece of corned beef
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