♠ The Clairvoyant ♠

Three head shots in quick succession fuelled Connor’s blood lust. The fourth stood and caught a bullet in the shoulder, dropping his gun. Connor finished him with a shot to the chest.

Noecker finished the cops on his side equally swiftly.

“Is she with you?” Noecker called to his colleagues at the end of the garden.

“She’s here,” Justin replied.

“Agnetha,” called Noecker. “Come with me. And Justin. With me. Back to the roof. Keep an eye on this one,” he gestured to Connor. “He likes to stab people.”

Noecker looked at the two remaining fighters. Connor judged them as being no older than twenty.

“There’s a police BMW out front, why don’t you take it for a spin? Grab the weapons off these guys. We always need guns.”

Connor looked at Agnetha, limping across the garden, grey hair, back bent.

“What’s so special about her?” he asked Noecker.

“When you’re fighting a tyrannical government, it always helps to have a clairvoyant on your side.”

On the way up the stairs, Justin once again taking the rear, Connor grew impatient with the old woman’s hobbled steps in front of him. “How many fingers am I holding up, gran?”

She held one up herself, showed it to him over her shoulder. “It doesn’t work that way, sonny.”

“Sonny.” Justin thought of him as an old man. Now Granny referred to him as a child. Connor had believed himself to be still in his prime, until today.

“Why didn’t you warn us about the cops, then? Or is that outside your job description too?”

Agnetha turned her head, still pulling herself painfully up the steps by wrapping arthritic fingers around the hand rail.

“All you need to know about the future, sonny, is that my gnarled old foot will find your soft young manhood if you don’t shut your noisy trap toot sweet.”

Connor grinned. He could grow to like the old bat. If they lived long enough.

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