Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Discoloration Of Slug Barrel

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In this third project status Iris, one of the later novels of the cycle People of bad weather that was to begin with Princess blood, Maurer is an actor incurred missed his double magnate Victor Bester - recluse on a remote island, like Howard Hughes - to appear in its place and in his face during the annual celebration of hometown Bester, not far from Toulouse. Watched by a crowd of gorillas, Maurer is accompanied for the parade - on the order of Bester - a starlet clueless to which he soon became enamored Alba Joy Black.
Victor Bester was not too wrong to be represented in this difficult time appearance: the town clerk of the insignificant village in question, a certain Claude Amiable, is determined to shoot him - for reasons that we Celes remain forever but we can imagine at will - and he trained for this purpose. Here is the impeccable
final seventh chapter of this latest version of the novel unfinished, abandoned, where cuff stopped. The pace, style, leg of the author which tears us into life, even if cause of death. The importance of semicolons, for example, have said whatever Leautaud and many others ... This music is only joy remained hidden.

Some time ago, emissaries from Victor Bester and City Council had agreed that the potentate would make his surprise visit on the day of the annual festival, employers, parish and commercial, of the city. Should be respected as much as possible the schedule for this festival. The start of the parade of majorettes was to be given at noon. Victor Bester was at the same time take place in the VIP box, with local politicians and personalities from industry and commerce, to watch the parade of majorettes. After the parade there should be a meal. Before the parade we had planned an aperitif. This is what we now took in haste, for twelve o'clock approached.
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The glasses were emptied. We walked outside. The bodyguards pressed closely Maurer talking with the mayor and his arm in Alba Joy Black. Everyone left the town hall by the front door. * They ran a few tens of meters walk, uncovered, to settle in the gallery, an assembly of metal bars and plastic seats, cloth-covered lights. It was noon. A few hundred meters, the majorettes marched to the sound of martial music played by a clique in purple uniform who started off as a result of the polygon glittery young people barely pubescent at it.

At the same time, the occupants of the gallery ended up taking place. Maurer, aka Bester, sat in the front row to the right of the mayor sat Alba Joy Black to the right Maurer; cheerleaders arrived, they paraded his head right before the tribune Claude Aimable opened fire. He had left his car at the approach of the procession. He had supported his gun rapid fire on the roof of the Renault 4. He aimed and pulled the trigger Maurer. First his shot was inaccurate. Because he was trained to shoot to the horizontal. While at present there was an elevated target: he fired at an angle that a filmmaker had named cons-diving. Most of his first burst missed its target, especially as Claude Amiable had never trained to compensate in this way will the recoil of his weapon. While it was the heart of Victor Bester, the heart of Maurer's first bullet struck the man on the right side of the head, and all the rest of the burst riddled impacts people who were sitting on the boards above the small gallery.

Claude Aimable swore and laughed. He hired another store in his M16. People screamed and writhed on the benches of plastic from the rostrum. The band hesitated, made false notes and finally stopped playing. The polygon got rid of cheerleaders. The girls were reluctant glitter and it is difficult to pass suddenly from a situation in which one moves in very strict rules and repetitive, a situation he has to run to save his life. Claude Pleasant advanced to the floor by supporting his gun and pulled the trigger yet. Maurer had the whole side of the head covered with blood, he fell and now he rose and saw the face of the mayor receiving two bullets and a fragment from the back of the head of the local politician broke loose and fell on the lap of a woman sitting behind the man ; The tip of skull trimmed hair and brain matter is overlaid as a snail between the legs of the lady on her dress printed with flowers, Maurer turned very sharply to his right, toward Alba Joy Black, and receive two lives shot in the throat and in her right breast, she swung back, Maurer had lost his balance in swing and in addition he received at that time a bullet which passed through his thigh and fractured his femur in passing, and he fell flat belly, he looked up and saw Joy Alba Black, who was recovering, she began even standing, and she seemed not to know where she was and she laid his hands on his neck and pieces of cartilage slipped between his fingers and arterial blood spurted, she fell to her knees. There was a tremendous uproar because almost everyone in the gallery yelled, whether they were injured, either because they were terrified. Two bodyguards Maurer had jumped over the railing of the rostrum. They ran across the road where scatters majorettes and musicians of the town band. They joined Claude friendly and threw him to the ground. One of them sat on his legs. The other man leaned over the spilled and left inside his vest a Colt .45 automatic. In the gallery Alba Joy Black fell to the side and coughed terribly. Maurer tried to crawl toward her, but two bodyguards seized the armpits, lifted him and carried it. Near the Renault 4 the Colt .45 was pointed at the hair of Claude Amiable, relaxation was pressed, the head of the town clerk erupted. Behind the rostrum bodyguards quickly transported Maurer who was bleeding and struggling. Without knowing how, he found himself on a stretcher to a helicopter flying Gazelle SA 341, which carried him above the earth, above the city, away from the massacre.

Polar Occasionals, Special Cuff, April 1997, pp. 99-102

* The text gives "One travels. I took the initiative to restore the simple past.

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