Walking steadily toward the horizon, I wiped My Russians blood out of my eyes and heard him asking me, How many men have you killed, for yen? I shook a cigarette out and placed it between my lips. I didnt know. Id lost count. I was dead. Id died back in prison. As I leaned in to light up, there was a deafening boom behind me, and I was lifted up off my feet for a second by a warm gust. I staggered forward and steadied myself with the street, lying there for a moment, my cigarette crushed into my face. When I flipped over, the restaurant was on fire, pieces of its roof sailing down in fiery arcs from the night sky, all of it in strange, muffled silence as my ears rang. Well, shit, I thought, sitting up on my elbows. Thats fucking strange. By JEFF SOMERS The Electric Church The Digital Plague The Eternal Prison Copyright Copyright Š 2009 by Jeff Somers All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
