Fish_Tales
Against the Current
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Emma was getting right into her role. She sat on the couch next to him, snuggling in close with his arm around her. Her fingers were running through his short hair and he could feel their cool softness on his scalp.
He could also feel something else. He shifted slightly to give his erection some room and also because he didn’t want her to notice. He wasn’t overly embarrassed. Who wouldn’t feel like this with a beautiful woman close to them, running her hands through their hair? It was only natural, but he didn’t want to complicate things.
Yet.
She shifted a little and looked up at him, her head nestled on his shoulder.
"If we stay here much longer, I'm going to fall asleep,” she said.
He agreed. In their sitting position, the guns were starting to press into him, but he couldn’t really get up and rearrange them in the foyer of the movie complex.
Hansen absentmindedly stroked her long dark hair.
“They’ll come when they’re ready,” he said. “Just be patient.”
Just as he said that, Paul appeared at the entrance that led to the theatres and said, "Ladies and...erm...gents. Your special early morning showing of Casablanca is this way."
"Holy shit," mumbled Emma. "That's an old one."
Hansen rolled his eyes and got up with Emma. They walked towards Paul and when they were close enough, he said, “Casablanca? That’s what you could come up with?”
Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, Liam,” he whispered. “You think I’m a movie buff, or something?”
He turned and led them down the corridor that led to the theatres. As they got deeper into the complex, there were entrances to the different theatres. They passed them all and went to the end where there was a door marked ‘Exit’. Paul pushed on the door and held it for them to go through. As they passed him, he let the door go and it noiselessly shut itself in a single, smooth motion.
The hallway was narrow, so Paul let them walk in front of him. “Jimmy’s waiting,” he said. “Mrs. Chan has rung. He has what you want.”
Hansen nodded at Paul. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem. I have to get back,” he said, “You know popcorn never waits. I won’t see you. He’ll probably send you out the back when you’re done. Good luck.”
Hansen nodded again. They turned away from him and started to walk towards the door at the end of the corridor. They were nearly at the door when Paul called out quietly.
“Liam?”
They looked back. “Yeah?
“When the shooting starts, I’m in, ok,” he said. He had his hand on the door they’d come in and was ready to go back out.
“What makes you think there’ll be shooting, Paulie?” said Hansen with a hint of a smile.
“Just guessing,” he said with a big grin.
“Thanks.”
Paul walked out the door and they resumed walking toward the other door.
“Irish?” he said.
“Yes?”
“When we meet with jimmy, let me do the talking. Mrs. Chan said he’d have something for us,” he said. He knew that Emma would be confused. She wouldn’t remember Mrs. Chan saying anything of the sort. But she had.
In the bag of groceries they were carrying.
They were at the door now. He knocked. “It’s me, Jimmy. Liam.”
They waited for a few seconds and then the door opened.
Jimmy was a thin, red-haired man with what was an attempt at a beard splotched over his face. He was pale and tall and he looked like a techno geek.
He was.
The best.
He led them into the room and it was lit up with gadgetry everywhere. Lights flashed and there were well over twenty screens showing various scenes, some of the city and some of other places that Hansen didn’t recognise.
Jimmy led them into the centre of the room where there was a small table and some chairs.
He motioned for them to sit down and then he sat opposite them.
He smiled at Hansen.
“So what brings you here?” he asked with a smile on his face. “As if I didn’t know.”
Hansen smiled back at him.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Save the world and all that shit.”
“How many tries is that at saving the world?”
“Not sure, but try and try again is my motto,” he said with a chuckle.
“It’s always fun, that’s for sure,” said Jimmy. “Now let’s get down to business….”
He could also feel something else. He shifted slightly to give his erection some room and also because he didn’t want her to notice. He wasn’t overly embarrassed. Who wouldn’t feel like this with a beautiful woman close to them, running her hands through their hair? It was only natural, but he didn’t want to complicate things.
Yet.
She shifted a little and looked up at him, her head nestled on his shoulder.
"If we stay here much longer, I'm going to fall asleep,” she said.
He agreed. In their sitting position, the guns were starting to press into him, but he couldn’t really get up and rearrange them in the foyer of the movie complex.
Hansen absentmindedly stroked her long dark hair.
“They’ll come when they’re ready,” he said. “Just be patient.”
Just as he said that, Paul appeared at the entrance that led to the theatres and said, "Ladies and...erm...gents. Your special early morning showing of Casablanca is this way."
"Holy shit," mumbled Emma. "That's an old one."
Hansen rolled his eyes and got up with Emma. They walked towards Paul and when they were close enough, he said, “Casablanca? That’s what you could come up with?”
Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, Liam,” he whispered. “You think I’m a movie buff, or something?”
He turned and led them down the corridor that led to the theatres. As they got deeper into the complex, there were entrances to the different theatres. They passed them all and went to the end where there was a door marked ‘Exit’. Paul pushed on the door and held it for them to go through. As they passed him, he let the door go and it noiselessly shut itself in a single, smooth motion.
The hallway was narrow, so Paul let them walk in front of him. “Jimmy’s waiting,” he said. “Mrs. Chan has rung. He has what you want.”
Hansen nodded at Paul. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem. I have to get back,” he said, “You know popcorn never waits. I won’t see you. He’ll probably send you out the back when you’re done. Good luck.”
Hansen nodded again. They turned away from him and started to walk towards the door at the end of the corridor. They were nearly at the door when Paul called out quietly.
“Liam?”
They looked back. “Yeah?
“When the shooting starts, I’m in, ok,” he said. He had his hand on the door they’d come in and was ready to go back out.
“What makes you think there’ll be shooting, Paulie?” said Hansen with a hint of a smile.
“Just guessing,” he said with a big grin.
“Thanks.”
Paul walked out the door and they resumed walking toward the other door.
“Irish?” he said.
“Yes?”
“When we meet with jimmy, let me do the talking. Mrs. Chan said he’d have something for us,” he said. He knew that Emma would be confused. She wouldn’t remember Mrs. Chan saying anything of the sort. But she had.
In the bag of groceries they were carrying.
They were at the door now. He knocked. “It’s me, Jimmy. Liam.”
They waited for a few seconds and then the door opened.
Jimmy was a thin, red-haired man with what was an attempt at a beard splotched over his face. He was pale and tall and he looked like a techno geek.
He was.
The best.
He led them into the room and it was lit up with gadgetry everywhere. Lights flashed and there were well over twenty screens showing various scenes, some of the city and some of other places that Hansen didn’t recognise.
Jimmy led them into the centre of the room where there was a small table and some chairs.
He motioned for them to sit down and then he sat opposite them.
He smiled at Hansen.
“So what brings you here?” he asked with a smile on his face. “As if I didn’t know.”
Hansen smiled back at him.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Save the world and all that shit.”
“How many tries is that at saving the world?”
“Not sure, but try and try again is my motto,” he said with a chuckle.
“It’s always fun, that’s for sure,” said Jimmy. “Now let’s get down to business….”