Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

could report the whole thing like a good citizen and I am you know the injured party there is no reason to arrest me.

No doubt Agent Hannah will say that is fine but even so formalities you understand—

And then I will say perhaps if I might call a lawyer we could sort all this out—

And she will say I don’t need a lawyer because legal legal but then she will—

She will take off her clothes. And mine.

Swimmer’s muscle and wide curves. I can see them now. I know them. I know exactly and—

Agent Hannah lets her eyes slide up to my face and. she. grins. at me.

Oh SHIT now I am always a little bit going to want to be caught by her.

But on the other hand she is always a little bit going to want me to get away.

And neither of us is ever going to get what we want.

This woman is my fucking apocalypse. My kryptonite.

Can you lick kryptonite is that a thing that is allowed?

Doc has always been real specific that she will kill anyone I have sex with who is not her because Doc is territorial.

But this woman is the anti-Doc I could have sex with her and it would be fine because Doc is going to kill her so much anyway.

Omigod I can just see it now like electrical germ death versus dolphin commando death and they would crush me like—

Bunny fear boner.

Agent Hannah looks at my thigh and groinal area and then meets my eyes and absolutely does not smirk but I can feel the weight of satisfaction and all of the very much smirking she is not doing.

“Come on felon,” she says.

I am going to Swiss jail with a bunnyboner.

—

I sit in the snow cat all tied up and notably fucked and I look down into the valley. There’s plenty of moonlight on a clear night plenty of ghost-white light and there waaaay down there below there it is. Agent Hannah puts me in her giant machine and drives me down the mountain. She talks all the time so I think maybe she wants me to stay awake because even if she is arresting me for being some sort of a hoodlum who fled the scene of a shooting and la la la I am also a guy with a hole in his leg and such and she does not want me to go unconscious where she would have to stop and worry about my possible death. I am just thinking I could take advantage of that to escape when I look out of the window and see it.

It.

The mountain.

The whole damn reason we came.

From here it sticks up from the valley floor like a headstone, so dark it is hard to get a sense of scale until you see the spire of the church at the foot of the cliffs and it is a pin. Less than a pin like a fucking mote.

The Kircheisen Festung sees you and it is not impressed. You cannot rob this bank but thank you for your interest and have a nice go fuck yourself.

Yeah.

That kind of thing just invites a certain sort of attention.

—

Swiss jail looks like a pine guest house with electronic locks and high-durability airport carpet. By now I have sufficiently got my shit together to do some this is an outrage and some on what charge and Agent Hannah calls me

“Mr. Hecht”

and that is great news because that means I am arrested for the purpose of sorting things out and maybe because I was near where a Swiss lady was carjacked. I say very Teutonic that I am Olembert Hecht and I am respectable to the point of affluent and I must make calls and sue the shit out of Swiss jail and Agent Hannah says sure. That is fine but I have things to be doing and I cannot just hang around waiting for my team to come lawyer me out of here and getting their faces on the security cameras and such like. I make my one phone call to a number I just pulled out of my ass and get a blarp blarp signal that means some sort of nope and I tell everyone it is the busy signal. I ask Agent Hannah if there is something to read while I wait and there is a tourist magazine. I read about kite surfing on the lake of Thun. It looks lovely and we should all go.

The magazine is quite old and when I put it down a lot of the middle pages fall out and I say sorry. I futz around on the floor picking up pages and Agent Hannah leans down to pick up the one near her feet and while she does that I take the two metal staples from the middle of the magazine and twist them together around the pins of the two-prong 220-volt AC plug for the reading lamp and put it back in the socket.

The whole room screams like not the people literally all the wires and appliances scream and all the lights go out. Happily also although the office is super new and shiny it is retrofitted over a much older wiring layout and this layout does not shield the desktop computer very well from fluctuations and power surges so there is a popping sound and a thick nasty smoke goes everywhere and gosh I guess that sort of thing can be trouble for storage media so there’s a chance the security footage also is gone.

The smoke triggers the fail-safe on the main door so that we do not all get burned alive—which is again super civilized and responsible—but also the sprinkler system, which is unfortunate because electrical fires do not like that sort of thing. And something else goes bang and starts to spark. Agent Hannah grabs at me in the dark and I totally have to applaud her Jedi senses because she is right on target. I duck my head