But Beth was focused on other things. Her eyes darted out towards the darkness of the theatre, and she saw his silhouette. She knew it was him, though she could see little besides the reflection of his glasses. He was totally unaware of her intent... but it was too early to strike. She continued to sing strains of "Thoroughly Modern Millie," all the while remaining aware of his movements. This opportunity was too perfect to waste.
"And that," Andrew finished the piece grandly, "is why I want all four of you to star in my new production. You all sound so excellent! Don't you think, Ryan?"
"Definitely!" he called out from the audience.
Beth felt a remarkable calm come over her--just as she always felt before a kill. "What was your name?" she called out off-handedly. After a moment's pause, the response came.
"Ryan?"
Before he had even finished, Beth had whipped out her CZ-75 and blown a hole through his head. His figure slumped over the seat and was still. Everyone on the stage was silent.
Andrew let out a low whistle. "That's rough, buddy."
Beth flipped off the stage, landing delicately atop the row of seats in front of where the body was. She reached down and rummaged through his pockets. After a short moment, she drew out a rumpled piece of paper. Scanning it briefly, she cursed.
"What is it?" Erin called out as Grosland suddenly disappeared for nefarious purposes.
"Another clue..." Beth whispered darkly. "This had better be the end of the trail."
3 comments:
No kidding. If you leave too many more bodies in your wake, someone is bound to become suspicious.
Oh yes. Nefarious indeed. If only you knew...
The look on his face when you shot him, by the way, was simply precious.
I know, right? :D Still, I have my suspicions that someone is going to get me next...
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