2013 NaNoWriMo Excerpt #1

“I can do that, Mos. I can definitely do that, listen to your demands. This happens all the time, you know. What is it you require? A helicopter?”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Would I dream of mocking someone who’s holding a gun to a child’s head? I am a professional, Mos, and we are about to conduct some business.”

“Right, then.” There was a ghastly silence as the static on the line, and the jilt of jewellry, and the creaky sound of sweat pushing its way to the surface of his skin all paused to listen to what he was about to say. “I want a nice, quiet life.”

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