The Shanghai Incident

The Shanghai Incident — page 5
yourself On your way out I would be grateful if you could pick up whatever pieces of me are left I wasn’t sure if this was Mr Scant’s idea of a joke He wasn’t really the joking sort So I nodded and put my hands close enough to the French boy’s shoulders that I could grab him if he did anything unexpected yet without having to actually touch his jacket Mr Scant cycled the blades of his claw to ensure they were all moving as expected His maintenance routine remained meticulous no matter where in the world he was Then he gave me a nod before jump ing up to scale the wall I fought the compulsion to peer around at the guards and thankfully the boy just watched the place where Mr Scant had vanished as though afraid we would never see him again It was about twenty seconds later that we heard the great roar of the big gun for only half a second before abruptly it stopped 4