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'It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net.'
'It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net.'
Caught me in a continuity goof! Make it 139 years since the last public hanging in Arkansas!!!http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barb-moore-spy.6282/
'It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net.'
1:06 PM; Barb has been crucified for just over 24 hours. On the north bank of the Arkansas River a pair of PAWS operatives set up for their mission. They are in the bordering the bank of the river. Judy Tree looks through her binoculars and murmurs “Goddamn, it’s a shame to waste tits that fine!”
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“We ain’t wasting shit, Sister. We don’t have the forces to get through security and rescue her. Barb would understand we are putting her out of her misery and we live to fight another day. Did you tell Tree you are a nun?”
“NO! You told me you wanted me to seduce him. Do you think he would even want to fuck a nun?”
“Cousin, do you think he is not a branch off the oak tree?”
She speaks into her headset saying “L’il Siss, is the Jeep running?’
“It is. Make it a clean shot.”
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“I promise” the shooter replies as she pulls the headphones off. “Make sure the path to the Jeep is clear, Judy.”
Judy runs the path with a Glock 9 mm in one hand and an Uzi in the other with ammunition belts crossing her chest with clips for both guns. The path was clear all way to the beat-to-shit 2009 Jeep Wrangler that had been spray-painted in camouflage with Rust-O-Leum spray cans with a Confederate flag hand-painted on the hood and has a 9” lift kit and tires big enough to hide bodies in. Surely no one in NW Arkansas could give accurate description of the get-away vehicle. It could be anyone of their relatives.
I have been crucified for more than a day. The pain constantly wracks my body. Stretched as I am I cannot move much to give relief to a joint or muscle even at the expense of some other part of my body. Breathing is difficult and if I sneeze or cough it feels like my chest will tear open. Snot runs from my nose and I can’t reach my arms to wipe it off. The logical side of my brain says quit trying to live but the spiritual side orders my body to keep fighting for each breath. Let this end soon I beg.
She looks through the scope. There is little wind and the laser has determined the distance and the trajectory of the .50 cal. (13 mm) slug she is about to put between Barb’s beautiful breasts.
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She squeezes the trigger…
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I see the spray of blood long before the report of the rifle crosses the river. Barb looks down at her chest and sees blood oozing from the entry wound. The bullet has smashed her breastbone and heart before ripping her spine then embedding 4 inches into the stipe. Barb lifts her head and says “Tree, I think I am dead. Thanks for not fucking Jud…”
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Barb's head rolls forward until her chin hits her chest. I too think she's dead.
I walk over to the table where Messa drinks her wine. She says “Well, Tree, I didn’t see that coming.”
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I can’t say I did either…
So that concludes ‘Ending One’. Long suffering readers will remember back in court I said there would be alternate endings and Tree never reneges on such a thread…
Thanks for spending time here…
Ol’ Oak
Wait till we get to the third ending!!!It doesn't matter which ending, really, does it, Barb?
The one where the prince arrives on a white charger and whisks you off to a fairy castle...
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...doesn't seem to be forthcoming
I wouldn't bet on the white charger- Barb and Siss had borrowed it!!!It doesn't matter which ending, really, does it, Barb?
The one where the prince arrives on a white charger and whisks you off to a fairy castle...
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...doesn't seem to be forthcoming
Barb seems stressed about something. Perhaps some counseling will help.View attachment 522769 What do you mean is it ok with me if you hang me?
What kind of question is that? I mean how far can one stretchmy neckour relationship? You gotta admit it's a weird one. I come over to your place, you get me drunk and give me Wu's to smoke, get me undressed and I don't remember what happens after that. Or you put me in a cell, I watch you get drunk, you give me Wu's to smoke. I'm already undressed, and you tell me how I will die, and of course I don't remember anything about what happens after that!
In American baseball they say three strikes and you're out. So far in this story I have been crucified by you. Now you say I will be hung by you. What will the third strike be?
Guess I will have to wait till after I am hung to find that out, won't I?
Sigh.
Notice where he places his consultation recording cameraI wouldn't bet on the white charger- Barb and Siss had borrowed it!!!
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Maybe Tree's Mini Moke limousine could suffice???
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Barb seems stressed about something. Perhaps some counseling will help.
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Beautiful, Barb...View attachment 523231 He may be my executioner and complete Neanderthal but he has some endearing qualities that I just can’t bring to mind right now.
This episode is about as good an exploration of a condemned girl's confusion, fears, rationalizations, desperation, and false bravado as can be written. Tree has done a great job of getting into my mind as I contemplate my imminent date with the noose.
View attachment 523230 It also explores once again that complicated on-again, off-again, love-hate relationship evolving between myself and my favoriteloverBastardexecutioner. Why do I put up with him? Why do I let him ogle my tight little? Why do I fall for him? Why do I often want to tell him to go f*** himself?
View attachment 523232 So confused. So humiliated. So blinded by tears and bright lights! Is this really happening to me? Will I piss myself? What possessed me to drink all that Arkansas red wine?
So scared !!!!
Oh shit!
Thank you Barb. I was trying to convey the juxtaposition between the very unsympathetic crowd and your 'situation'. there is one more part to Ending Two before we get to Ending Three which is the most horrific and diabolic act I have ever come up with!!!I loved the many clever details that went into thisdisgustingridiculousstupidentertaining account of my hanging. It's the best hanging story yet to come out of Tree's fevered head.
Great dialogue, great humor (I lovedvthe bit abiut the rednecks and the national anthem, and the Reverend Lynch's sermon. But best of all was the Rube Goldberg system for hanging me.
This was great fun for everyone but me, I am sure. But my toes can no longer touch the deck, things are getting black, the hemp noose is biting into my neck. This is not going well at all.
Isn't there a third ending to the story? Perhaps I ought to try that one out? It can't be any worse than oiiiickkkkkk!