Fic Update: Gone in 60 Threads

[Dartz]

Another update to Going Native

The closest I've come to a steady update schedule in years. This is a completeable fic

I had Twenty-one people in the warehouse. Twenty-two, including the unconscious teenager on the floor with a trickle of blood seeping from the smashed remains of his nose. They had sixteen minutes to live - give or take.

One man stood facing me with a shovel in his hand, a streak of blood across the blade, ready to spend the last fifteen minutes of his life venting all the terror of the last week turning the one symbol of that terror that remained in reach into human paste.

I kept my blades low. Still in my hand, but not threatening.

He regarded me like a teacher staring down a bold child. His thin skin-and-bone frame, strong cheekbones and tight haircut spoke of someone more suited to long hours in a classroom, than a meth lab.

Twenty others had slowly circled us. The pressure of their presence crushed down on my mind. I knew what could happen when people got desperate, especially a large group of people.

I could take one. Maybe I could take all of them. I also knew where that ended. That cold moment rose up in my soul.

"You know there's a bleedin' phone in the office that somebody has to call every half hour to check in."

The penny hung in mid air a moment.

"If you hadn't bashed the kids brains out, he could of called and bought us time."