I leave Al on the bridge.
What an innocent, he doesn't suspect a thing. I walk to the opposite shore, slip down
under the span and put on my mimic suit, activate it and disappear...
I am across the river from a small concrete
landing where they are gathered to net the winning duck. My "target" will arrive
soon. I have a clear view up river...behind some trees by the old Tannery, Gus and Sam are setting up equipment. Clean-up duty. They are on
the hanging list, near the top...I don't like this but what is a good soldier to do?...I
could swear that Sam sees me...how could that b...then a shudder goes through me, the
"medicine" is starting to take effect. I turn my attention to the dock across
from me. Something like a blue gel rolls down like a shade over my vision. For a few
seconds the air is filled w/ flying ducks, spiraling around me. I shake it off as an
hallucination...People are cheering...the winning duck has arrived! And there he is! The
smug bastard! This time you'll be conscious when it happens! Arms stiff, legs splayed out.
And then...our eyes meet...and once again I send him straight to hell...
