Part 73 (1/2)
”I've got the chance to make my life what I've always wanted it to be. My visions have the chance to become reality now.”
”And how are you going to manage that? You're just going to waltz down to their contacts and sell them the drugs?”
”Why not?”
”You think they'd even deal with you?”
”I've got the merchandise.”
”But they don't know you from anyone. You could be a cop. You could be wearing a wire or something. Trust me when I tell you that drug dealers aren't the kind of people you want to be messing around with.”
Jenny ratcheted the slide on the pistol. ”Well, maybe this is the new Jenny. And frankly, the new Jenny just might have some tricks up her sleeve that the old one didn't.”
”You're going to need them if you hope to come out of that meeting alive and intact.”
Jenny smiled. ”Why don't you come with me?”
”Me? No way.”
”Why not? You could be the security blanket I need. Keep an eye on things and make sure it all goes to plan. I'll split the money with you. There's more than enough for both of us to go anywhere we want and live like queens.”
Annja shook her head. ”You haven't been listening to me, have you? Didn't you hear what I said earlier? I can't live my life the way I want to. The sword controls me now. It's not overt, but I can feel the pressure from it to journey where there's evil and help rout it.”
”Throw the sword away, then.”
Annja shook her head. ”As if it was that easy.”
”You threw it easily enough at Tom there.”
Annja nodded. ”And look where it ended up.”
Jenny glanced to her right and so did Annja. But the sword wasn't embedded in the trunk of the tree anymore.
Jenny frowned. ”Where is it?”
Annja tapped her chest. ”Back with me now. Inside. Always with me. No matter what.”
Jenny pointed the gun at her. ”Don't even think about pulling it out. I won't hesitate to shoot you.”
”Yes, you will.”
The explosion made Annja wince as the air broke near her left ear. A single sh.e.l.l casing spun out of the ejector port on the side of the pistol and spiraled to the ground.
Jenny regarded her now with a certain detachment. ”I don't think you want to make a wrong a.s.sumption again, Annja.”
”Guess not.”
Jenny nodded at the truck. ”How much have you placed inside?”
”A few bags. Not that much.”