Here is an excerpt from the revenge thriller I'm writing. It's a short story - very short - and here is a chapter I wrote this morning.
hope you enjoy it, dave Danny stood in the square. Behind him towered a statue of a white goat, perched on top of some sculpted grey tea crates, facing the RBS main offices. Danny wondered if the statue was somehow supposed to be a comment on the bank, how the bank acts the goat? Hmm, if so it was a bit of a weak idea, he thought. But his knowledge of Art was non-existent. His mind wandered. Art and how anyone could survive as an artist, and why would anyone even want to do that? Then he remembered why he was there. Focus. He waited. It was still early, too early, and cold. Danny rubbed his hands together. He was wearing a long coat, and looked very smart, though he'd forgotten his gloves. A church clock nearby sounded a bell, it was 7:30. He'd parked his car over in the multi story. He heard talking, and turned to see a group of three young people happily chatting in German as they walked. They looked like they worked around there, were smartly dressed, obviously well-paid. Danny let them pass before stepping off the pavement and tailing them at a careful distance, keeping them in sight yet walking a long way back. They crossed Bishopsgate and went up some steps, laughing as they talked. Danny paused, casually turned and pretended to go in the opposite direction, then walked around towards them, still keeping them in his sights. He saw them turn left. Under the large office complex they walked, then split up and two of them took a flight of smaller steps and entered a large glass office building. Danny stopped outside. This was the one, he looked up. In large golden letters the name UBS towered above him. He glanced through the windows, there was a reception desk and some security guards. One of them was watching him, in that sideways manner they are trained to do. Danny went in, stepping awkwardly through the revolving door. He recovered his composure and walked over to the desk. A beautiful girl with a foreign accent asked him "Can I help you sir?". "Yes I'm here to meet the President". "Who?" she asked "The president, yes, he's expecting me" Danny added. She turned and talked to her colleague, then typed something on her computer keyboard. Danny watched her "Are you sure you are meeting the President? Would another top official be okay for you?" She asked, adding "You see the President doesn't work here, he's based in Switzerland at our international headquarters". "Oh of course, my mistake" Danny replied, spotting the security guards circling. "I'll contact him again and reschedule ..." he said as he quickly turned and walked out through the revolving the doors. He moved away from the doors, then turned away, pulling a baseball bat out from under his long coat. He tapped it into his hand, hard, his heart pounded. Then he hesistated. The guards were watching him carefully, he knew, it wasn't the right time, there'll be other chances. He put it back. The cameras followed him all the way back to the multi story. The guards reported the matter to the Police, who quickly checked the area but were unable to find Danny or his car. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
