Friday Fictioneers 4-2-2017

ff

fatima-fakier-deria1

He leaned on the railing, watching as the ship was unloaded. Aboard were things he needed, things which might get him killed. They would either find him or not; there was nothing else he could do.

“Have they found anything, sir?”

He glanced back. “Nothing yet.”

“Shall I?”

Van Helsing was out there somewhere. Waiting.

“Take the car and pick up the crate.”

“And you?”

“I’ll meet you at the house.”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as the sound of the car faded, he moved. Van Helsing would never see him coming.

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers 4-2-2017

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s