Six sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XVII (The Bluff)

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This is the first appearance of a character who becomes important to the story in a chapter or two, though even I didn’t know it at the time, because he’s that good at what he does.

I inched forward, and the Press slid past me, forbidden from beating their hands and instruments against my car, but giving that impression through sheer rabid personality. 

Only one refused to budge, his telescopic implant lasering through the darkened windshield, zeroing on my face.  I grabbed my shock helmet from the passenger’s seat and jammed it over my head, flipping down the visor.  Try it now, buddy.

The Pressman stood his ground until my bumper touched his leg—calling my bluff, damn it. 

Decision time:  floor it, keep pushing, or stop?


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