Daily Excerpt Post: Day Three

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So, when a man grabbed onto Niccolio’s leg the agent shot him a cold, angry glare. The man might have shrunken away from such a cold hearted stare if it wasn’t for the fact that his legs were crushed under a slab of concrete. Natasha sighed and shook her head. He smiled at her grimly. Then, as a nurse rushed past them screaming, they both laughed. “Like a scene out of a movie. Dramatic, isn’t it?”

Curtly, they nodded at a commanding officer. Hey gave them a friendly, if not amused smile. “Weather is nice, isn’t it?” The temperature was in the mid seventies and the air smelt of burnt flesh. Indeed, it must have been a fine day for a man in search of a promotion. If he directed the officers accordingly, he could very possibly have quite the rosy life ahead of him.

“We won’t find anything here though, the bastard never leaves a trace of evidence. So why bother coming here? It’s not as if any of this rubbish will help anything.”

“Of course it will, Officer.” Niccolio’s tone was respectful but the glint in his eyes was quite mocking. The officer either didn’t notice or cared not to show that he did. “Why how heroic it is of us, to take time out o f our busy schedules to aid this fine city.”

The officer laughed. “Aid this fine city?” He shrugged, completely lost as to what his superior meant. “Why, is that not your job?”

Natasha shot her friend a warning glance. He blatantly ignored it. “My job? Well.” He folded one arm over the other casually and flashed the officer a brilliant smile. “My job is to rip your so called bastard’s head off and shit down his throat.” The officer paled and his eyebrows rose. “My job is that of a simple killer.”

He began to walk back to their car and Natasha hesitated before quickly apologizing to the man. They exchanged pleasantries before he told her that if his squad found anything, they’d be the first to know. She found Niccolio smoking in the driver’s seat and when Natasha sat down in the vehicle, her first thought was to grab the cigarette out of his hands. She didn’t. “That was not necessary.”