Passing Scores, Pt. 7 of 7. Veronica never returned fire but gathered her thoughts and assessed the situation instead. She peered carefully over the rock that concealed her and saw the skilled enemy gradually disappear beyond the edge of the higher plateau a few hundred meters away. There would be a short reprieve again before he would come after her, but she was in a worse condition to repel him. She could not regain her breath, see quite as clearly, and find as much strength as desired -- needed. Her hand was smeared with blood after rubbing sand off the side of her abdomen; she saw that the damage from the close shot of his was considerably extensive though superficial. Sharp glass-like fragments of rock had shredded a patch of her uniform and skin underneath it, and she feared infection -- again. Only two minutes after examining the wounds, she heard the puttering of an all-terrain vehicle moving along the top of
Passing Scores, Pt. 6 of 7. Ben and Veronica ate a regal supper, had a quiet evening together, and arrived at the desolate site in the desert about thirty minutes early the next day as an extra precaution. It was almost two hundred kilometers from their urban location and consisted of a network of dry ravines leading to a large ancient riverbed bounded by boulders and small sand dunes. The heat was baking and could only be withstood by scattered hardy mesquite bushes, various cacti, and other small native flora and fauna throughout the year often by exotic natural means. A strong hot breeze blew in dusty gusts through the empty unforgiving place and seemed to incoherently whisper dire messages to their ears. They had driven nearly twenty kilometers off the main highway along a rough vacant old road that was only infrequently used by people on all-terrain vehicles and parked between two masses of broken rock, where it divi
Passing Scores, Pt. 5 of 7. Ben and Veronica watched Jack pace back and forth and frequently shake his arms through the glass window of the sliding doors from their near-parallel viewpoint using binoculars. They could not tell whether or not he was worried, frustrated, or both, but she felt genuine enjoyment deep inside. Ben had the rifle disassembled and put away and he patted her shoulder in commendation and said, "Now that he is certainly on the defensive, I think you can give him a cal to bring back an old memory." "It's about time too. I'm anxious to know how he feels the pain of losing something precious and reacts to learning who did it." Ben took the field glasses, adjusted some of his dark-brown hair, and replied, "I'm sure he'll shake in his boots and head for the border." "Me too. This will be . . . amusing." &
Passing Scores, Pt. 4 of 7. Veronica dragged the unconscious brunette inside the entryway and into the bedroom where she had her case after retrieving the used dart. The targeted woman was regaining her senses again but remained very groggy, weak, and much debilitated. Her breathing sounded laborious from the paralyzing effects of the drug, but the fiery-haired huntress removed her outer garments and said, "Now, you're ready to look a lot like the way I did five years ago, after you forced me and Teresa off the road. This shouldn't take much time, sweetheart." Vicki babbled incoherently for a few seconds. "I . . . can't gegh. Don' do . . . hurt me." "Oh, poor girl! What's the matter? Trouble breathing?" she sneered, and opened the case on the bed. "Well, no matter. You won't be soon enough." Veronica remove
Passing Scores, Pt. 3 of 7. It was what Veronica could not do that frustrated her and Ben considerably, but he was prepared for any potential inconvenient inflection of her plan. He provided initial emotional support before removing a case from the bedroom closet and assembling a high-quality rifle from its contents. After loading the weapon at last with its special ammunition, securing it onto a tripod, and further assisting in quelling her temper, he provided the proper therapy needed to bring her bum left arm back to life. Both felt relieved to know that the debilitating condition was not serious another time. Ben moved and massaged her arm carefully in various ways after doing the immediate necessities. When he was convinced some twenty minutes later that its dexterity was restored to normal, he opened the curtains in front of the sliding glass doors and said, "Their lunch hour will be over soon, and I'll be rea
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