Lincoln Arms Assassins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's ruff getting out of the building at the Lincoln Arms Hotel, getting out alive, that is.

Leaving his apartment at 6:00 a.m. sharp, Trevor Gunner got on the 8th floor elevator.

Decked out in his Grandfather style attire, complete with matching Wingtips and Fedora, Trevor was looking good.

As he entered the elevator he had the oddest feeling that someone was watching him, so he held the door opened and looked all around.

Briefly lifting his mask, Trevor called out, "Hello," as he look down the long narrow hallway. No-one answered, nor did anyone appear from any doorways or shadowy corners. Trevor shrugged his shoulders and let the elevator door close.

When the elevator reached the 4th floor, it stopped and opened.

A man wearing a Dodger-Blue face-mask got on the elevator and pushed one of the floor buttons; then, in keeping with Covid 19 protocols, the man stepped to the back of the elevator.

Trevor didn't see which floor-button the man pushed because he was looking at his i-phone screen. But when the elevator began to move, it went up, not down.

"Hay," Trevor grumbled as he repeatedly pressed on the 1st floor button.

That is when the man that stood at the back of the elevator said, "Calm down Trevor, you're not going anywhere. But for right now, I'd like to see what I'm aiming at, so turn around."

Trevor slowly turned to get a look at the man who was doing the talking. And when he turned he saw that the man was holding what appeared to be a "Ruger LCP" handgun, complete with silencer.

Trevor smiled, and then stated, "Thanks, but no thanks, I have all the weapons I need so I'm not in the market for any 38's.

And just as he said that, he tilted his head ever so slightly and the insignia on his Fedora flipped open. As the opening appeared, a laser beam passed through the opening and hit the man just to the right of a dead center hit to the forehead; Pop! the man went down.

"Hmm, I need to adjust the center-locator on my monitoring glasses," Trevor grumbled.

With that, Trevor stopped the elevator at the next floor and got off.

Using the stairway, Trevor bounded down three floors, then he got on another elevator. After pushing the button for Floor #1, Trevor stepped to the back of the elevator and waited. And sure enough, before he got back to floor #5 the maintenance-hatch on the top of the elevator opened. Then a woman in a spandex jogging suite dropped down through the hatchway with a weapon at the ready.

But it was too late, before her feet hit the elevator floor, (Pop!), Trevor's Fedora had taken her out.

"A busy morning, two attacks and I haven't even reached the lobby yet," Trevor mumbled and then stated, "I'd better hop-off at the 2nd floor and take the stairs, just to be on the save side."

Well, a lot of good that did. Just inside the stairwell door Trevor had two more encounters; one went down and the other fled due to a weapon malfunction. Trevor adjusted the center-locator on his monitoring glasses, again.

As Trevor made his way out of the stairway door and into the lobby, a laser target flashed across the room in search of Trevor's chest. But Trevor was gone (?).

The assailant was Cory Wells, the hotel managers son and Game-Master of the week, here at the "Lincoln Arms Hotel".

But Cory had met his match, for Trevor had used a passing bellhop's luggage cart to hide behind, eventually working his way behind Cory.

"Today you die, Game-Master," Trevor blurted out as he focused his Fedora mounted weapon on Cory's back, (POP!).

Cory dramatically fell to the floor, taking, like, forever to die.


And so it is, due to the lack of exercise equipment and the overall boring circumstances at this hotel, the Covid 19 Lincoln Arms Sponsored Laser-Tag Spy Games are Afoot.

Hours of operation: 6:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m., Monday through Friday, with spectator viewing at special event tournaments being held every other Saturday; gallery tickets can be had at the front desk.

(FYI) Only Lincoln Arms residence may participate.



D. Thurmond / JEF




Submitted: January 21, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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Serge Wlodarski

If my cat had a laser Trevor would have no chance.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 1:17pm


Ah, a new product for Shark Tank! --- "CAT-CHASE" --- Simply attach the laser projection devise on top of your cat's head and turn on the light. In whatever direction the cat's head turns there is a projected "Laser-light Dot" to chase. --- But Wait, There's More!!! --- So Kitty doesn't become Frustrated or Exhausted, the light turns off and the head strap releases automatically in whatever length of time you set the timer for, cell phone App available. LOL

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:51am

Vance Currie

That's one way to pass the time, I guess. An entertaining story, JEF.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 8:26pm


Thanks Joe.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 1:41pm

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