10-15-2014, 07:51 PM
Javier snatched the last pop-tart from the box on his desk. He dropped the plastic wrappings onto a pile with other empty wads and shoved the pastry into his mouth. Crumbs collected on the chest of his uniform shirt, but as both it and the pastry were white, he only casually brushed them away.
His phone beeped. A text from Latacha. He pounded out a reply. 'Twenty minutes baby. What are you wearing?' She texted back a picture and a sly smirk parted his face. Javier was half way through a response when something on the monitors caught his eye.
He placed the phone aside and investigated. One of the silent alarms was triggered. But the shadow that caught his eye was gone. Nothing else was amiss. Had he seen wrong?
He was reaching for the radio when the door to the security suite opened behind him. He turned, expecting his shift relief, but what he saw sent his hand to his waist. There was no time to draw his firearm, though. His gasp escaped from a red smile drawn across his throat.
His final moments saw a man with a black scarf around his face step over him.
His phone beeped. A text from Latacha. He pounded out a reply. 'Twenty minutes baby. What are you wearing?' She texted back a picture and a sly smirk parted his face. Javier was half way through a response when something on the monitors caught his eye.
He placed the phone aside and investigated. One of the silent alarms was triggered. But the shadow that caught his eye was gone. Nothing else was amiss. Had he seen wrong?
He was reaching for the radio when the door to the security suite opened behind him. He turned, expecting his shift relief, but what he saw sent his hand to his waist. There was no time to draw his firearm, though. His gasp escaped from a red smile drawn across his throat.
His final moments saw a man with a black scarf around his face step over him.