"So that's how you solve problems? With arm wrestling?"
"In military school, that was pretty much it." Austin said quietly. "There were even arm wrestling tournaments. Plus, it's simple enough to deal with drunk people. Propose some game or challenge, and they'll accept, no matter the stake."
Landscapes went past us.
The night was dark and chilly and silent as ice. Austin's watch blinked 11:24.
"It's impossible though." I thought back to the bar. "That guy was huge. No way you could have beaten him."
"There's a technique for winning arm wrestling, you know."
"Yeah?..."
"Mostly angle your wrist and when they're giving all their strength, lean in. It distracts them."
The motorcycle swiveled left. Butterflies tickled my stomach at the speed and adrenaline I was feeling.
"I'll show you sometime." Austin offered.
"Oh."
Burying my face in his back, I hugged him tighter.
"Okay."
And as signs flew past and the wind blew fast, I felt a little warmer.
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Kill Contract
ActionWhat's worse than a highly trained special operative whose sole mission is to terminate specific targets? A bulletproof highly trained special operative, clearly. ------- Austin Winters is sent on the impossible task to eliminate the dictator of Nor...
