PrayerKiller

By Rory Steves

Carmine is quite happy with his humdrum life, selling computers and books, and going to the movies with his friends.
When professional killers show up and try to kill him, he's a bit confused as to why. That he knows how to defend himself confuses him even more.
Hearing some off key Star Wars music, followed by some 70's Techno-Rock restores his memories of who he is, or was.
The PrayerKiller. A very hated sniper.
With help from Hazel, Gertrude, and his Uncle Sammy, Carmine works to solve the puzzle before the body count includes his own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rory Steves
• Release date: May 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301258277

Rory Steves

As a child my parents and teachers used to try to curb my "wild imagination", they said my mind wandered too much. Now I write science fiction, and a little mystery-thriller. My short story collections will give you a taste of my writing. My first novel is still in progress, I hope you enjoy it. My beautiful wife Roslyn has put up with me for nearly 20 years. Our dog, Bogey, thinks my main duty is taking him for walks. I enjoy gardening. Other than that you'll have to read my work to get an idea of how my mind works. Say hi if you see me at a Star Trek or scifi convention.

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Prayer Killer VS Thunderbutt

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Another bullet from one of the two silenced pistols ricocheted off the pavement as I ran. I darted down a service alley behind the mall where I worked.

The ricochet sounded very much like a 9mm Parabellum.

I grabbed a lonely concrete block and ducked between two dumpsters. They stank in the summer heat.

A single set of footsteps ran towards the dumpsters. His partner must be trying to circle around and get ahead of me.

No, the first guy tried to shout as my concrete block connected with his face. He crumpled quietly to the pavement.

I dragged him behind the dumpster, hit him with the block again, and grabbed his gun.

Which was good, as his partner chose that moment to come running from the other end of the alley.

Over here. I made my voice as gruff as I could.

As he approached, I tossed a stone against the far wall.

He turned towards it, then swiveled back just in time to see his friend's gun go pop in his face.

Both dead bodies barely fit behind the dumpster.

Wasting no time, I searched each, confiscating their guns, wallets, and the nearly identical white envelopes each of them had in a jacket pocket. The envelopes each contained cash, as expected, as did their wallets. The envelopes also contained a photograph of me, which I burned with one of their lighters.

Their wallets also contained small tracking devices. So whoever had hired these guys to kill me was keeping an eye on their whereabouts, interesting.

After wiping the guns clean, I dumped them in a mailbox. This was a great way to safely get such things to the police, discreetly.

The cash got stuffed into the donation box at the Salvation Army. They could feed a lot of hungry people with it.

Jogging over to a nearby pedestrian bridge, I tossed the wallets onto the backs of two big rigs going in opposite directions.

*

Carmine, are you having those dreams again? Tony’s tone and face expressed concern when I showed up for work the next morning. Tony really cared about his employees.

Every night this week. I rubbed my neck while glancing at the ceiling, then around the store. And wishing last night had just been another dream.

Unfortunately