‘What the hell?’ Lisa sat in the bed, silken sheets flowing off her nakedness like water. I crashed back through Lisa’s door and slammed it behind me, bracing myself for the impact. Instead his senseless form was now chasing me down the hall bellowing for blood. In my mind he’d folded up with a pleasing ‘oofff’ and left me free to leave the mansion unobserved, stepping over his prone and senseless form on the way. I dropped what remained of the vase, turned and ran. When the person you hit doesn’t have the grace to fall over it’s generally best to have a back-up plan. ‘Ow! Jesu! What the hell did you do that for?’ Alain DeVeer turned, clamping his hand to the back of his head and bringing it away bloody. Classics such as, ‘What’s that over there?’ work surprisingly often, but for truly optimal results it’s best if the person doesn’t ever know you were there. This can sometimes be accomplished by dint of a simple ruse. I’ve always found hitting a man from behind to be the best way to go about things. Unless of course not letting them down requires honesty, fair play, or bravery. I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, let a friend down.
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