8 - The Michigan Daily - Wednesday, October 2, 1996
He heard the footsteps behind him, the
cocking of the hammer. He sensed
the sweaty Finger wrapping its way around the trigger. "Give me all your
money or I'll blow your brains out," a voice mumbled. He sighed. Not again.
Frankly this ATL holdup thing was getting, well, overdone. Not even the
varied. His roommate last week at the convenience
store? Exactly the
Or I'll blow your
brains out. Right. Why not something new... something like ... or you won't
live to see another sunrise. No, too John Wayne. Okay, Okay, what about ... or
youll never get a chance to test-drive that new... Oh, forget it. He scooped
the stack of bills from the ATX withdrawal door and turned,
calmly facingthe deadly weapon. What
was it about bad guys, anyway? Don't they keep up? "Give me the
money now," the voice demanded coarsely, the gun rising to a 90
degree angle. No, make that 98 degrees; clearly the guy was nervous.
The student smiled faintly. Sure, prolonging it like this was dangerous,
but this time he wanted it all.The bright flash.
The deafening sound. The tiny steel rocket ship skimming straight
toward his heart. His jaw flinched as he watched the bad guy slowly
squeeze the trigger ... BANG! The student ducked quickly to his left, the
flash instantly triggering the whirring ATN retinal-scan freeze
mchanism.The bullet screamed to
a stop a chest hair before impact, the man who fired it frozen
in place like some gigantic ice cube, a puzzled look on his
ce would arrive any second,
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