Trigger Happy - JUWC (bad habit challenge)
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Remy saw the back of the man’s head. He saw him put his cell phone away, take the blowgun out and get ready to use it. Remy fired and the man dropped to the ground.
Firing-first-and-asking-questions-later. That had always been Remy’s bad habit. Was it because he was bipolar?
Remy thought about what had brought him here.
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Remy Smith figured he had to be the loneliest person on earth. Maybe it was growing up an only child, maybe it was finding out he was adopted, or maybe it was having his parents gunned down in a home invasion. He didn’t know. He just knew he felt like he was one of a kind and always would be.
“Shooting from the hip” was why he was an EX-cop, suddenly pulled out of a forced retirement. He’d agreed, as long as they gave him back his badge and his gun, just this one last time. See, they needed him now. He had this knack for numbers, being a mathematical savant and all.
Remy looked down at a desk covered with paper that was covered with numbers. He shook his head. These were their feeble attempts at catching this serial perp who so far had killed at least seven people, apparently at random, a week apart.
Some suspected a pattern. That was why he was here. The victims had all been shot with ricin-loaded darts, dying painfully of dehydration over the next few days. There was no antidote. No one survived.
There would always be a cell call to the station just before the attacks. “I’m going to kill somebody’s sister, somebody’s brother.”
His vision blurred and a few numbers came into focus, a pattern. The victims really weren’t completely random. The location of each crime could be predicted by a Fibonacci sequence from the previous crime, going clockwise. One block North, then one block East, then two blocks South, and so on. Each number in the sequence was a sum of the two previous numbers. For short: 1N, 1E, 2S, 3W, 5N, 8E, 13S, and finally 21W, where the next crime was going to happen.
Remy decided not to tell anyone. This stakeout would be his.
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Kicking away the blowgun, wondering at the mathematical prowess of the man that had perpetrated these crimes, Remy turned the dying man over.
The face was his own.
In shock, he realized that at least for a few moments he would not be alone in this world. The twin brother he'd never known looked back up at him.
And smiled.
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Firing-first-and-asking-questions-later. That had always been Remy’s bad habit. Was it because he was bipolar?
Remy thought about what had brought him here.
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Remy Smith figured he had to be the loneliest person on earth. Maybe it was growing up an only child, maybe it was finding out he was adopted, or maybe it was having his parents gunned down in a home invasion. He didn’t know. He just knew he felt like he was one of a kind and always would be.
“Shooting from the hip” was why he was an EX-cop, suddenly pulled out of a forced retirement. He’d agreed, as long as they gave him back his badge and his gun, just this one last time. See, they needed him now. He had this knack for numbers, being a mathematical savant and all.
Remy looked down at a desk covered with paper that was covered with numbers. He shook his head. These were their feeble attempts at catching this serial perp who so far had killed at least seven people, apparently at random, a week apart.
Some suspected a pattern. That was why he was here. The victims had all been shot with ricin-loaded darts, dying painfully of dehydration over the next few days. There was no antidote. No one survived.
There would always be a cell call to the station just before the attacks. “I’m going to kill somebody’s sister, somebody’s brother.”
His vision blurred and a few numbers came into focus, a pattern. The victims really weren’t completely random. The location of each crime could be predicted by a Fibonacci sequence from the previous crime, going clockwise. One block North, then one block East, then two blocks South, and so on. Each number in the sequence was a sum of the two previous numbers. For short: 1N, 1E, 2S, 3W, 5N, 8E, 13S, and finally 21W, where the next crime was going to happen.
Remy decided not to tell anyone. This stakeout would be his.
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Kicking away the blowgun, wondering at the mathematical prowess of the man that had perpetrated these crimes, Remy turned the dying man over.
The face was his own.
In shock, he realized that at least for a few moments he would not be alone in this world. The twin brother he'd never known looked back up at him.
And smiled.
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