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- From: operjfw@NeXTwork.Rose-Hulman.Edu (Waldby)
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- Subject: Gunman
- Date: 7 Jan 1993 02:49:18 GMT
- Organization: Computer Science Department at Rose-Hulman
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- Oliver patted the old gun on its long barrel. It was so sleek
- looking, a relic of the beginning of the fifty year old war.
- He pulled the four shells out of his pocket which he had
- toyed with all the way home. He knew exactly what to do,
- since he had read the war books since the first day he could
- read. And before that, he had always had his dad read him the
- war stories before bed time. Oliver slipped them into the
- loading slot and heard them clink into position.
-
- Remington's processor clicked furiously. He had awaited this
- moment for forty-seven long years since he had been retired.
- Sitting here in dull boredom. He thought of killing the boy,
- but realized he could be used, in addition to the fact that
- it would be a waste of the only four bullets he had had access
- to in almost five decades.
-
- No, he would take out his captor.
-
- "Oliver?", the boy's dad poked his head into the room. The
- gun swivelled at half light speed and the man's head
- metamorphosed into a cloud of red fury.
-
- Six year old Oliver clapped his hands on his knees in joy.
- War was right up his alley! Again he patted the barrel.
- He hoped mom would be home soon.
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