Free Murder Genes by Mikael Aizen Page A

more than it had from Kyle.
    But it was his newest and favorite response that really got him in trouble.   "Fuck you," he'd responded.   He realized that Karah had saved him, but he also realized that he was going to die in Morir, anyway.
    And he was never going to see Kyle again.
    He was bitter.
    That's when Freckles pushed the button and twenty-four hours began.   Twenty-four hours to get a blue flag and kill the poor bastard who happened to be holding it.   Course, Jay was likely to be the 'poor bastard' who actually died, what with the bells and the blinking beacon at the back of his head.   Aim here for fireworks.   What fetish did Gamer have that kept putting head and explosion together, anyway?
    Gamer took 'headshot' to a whole new level.
    Jay tightened the cloth wrap he'd covered the bomb's blinker with.   It'd at least dim the light so that his surroundings wouldn't glow every two seconds.   The last of the Valuables was dragging at a box.   She was a tiny woman with tiny arms wearing a necklace with someone's ear strewn on it.   Team Whisperers.   She could hardly move the box and she threw her frail weight at it with a determined set to her jaw.   It slid--if slowly--and then into the night she was gone.   No one else appeared for minutes.   Left in the center of Haven was stacked enough supply for four or five times what had been taken today.
    Game on.
    Whoever got the supplies without getting killed kept them.   The flags would be swept up first as they represented next week's drop.   And they were easier to retrieve compared to the bulky containers around them.   Flags could also be used to trade and barter between teams until the next drop.
    Except none of that mattered right now.   Because standing in front of Jay, was the biggest bare-ass naked man he had ever seen.
    Bondsman!   Jay thought as the huge man jingled forward.
    He bolted awkwardly, scrambling away up the mound of brick and concrete.   The Bondsman caught Jay's ankle and hefted him down to the ground.   He slid on his stomach, his skin ripping and tearing across the jagged stones.   Pain.   He rolled just in time to miss getting his head kicked in.   "Wayt Wayt Wayyt!" he screamed, holding his hands out.   He tore off the cloth covering the bomb around his neck.
    The other bondsman hesitated, a human finger swung at the giant's earlobe.   From here, Jay could see that there were three of eight bells still intact around the Bondsman's throat.   Yup, around , not through.   Damn Freckles.
    He jabbed his finger at his neck and scrambled limpingly rose to full height.   "Thiss is an bomb.   If I diey, bommb goes off.   If I pull offf, bommb goes off.   If thos whatching think I'm bwreaking fucking rules...   Bommb.   Goes.   Off.   AND I'll bwet if they think you'rre close ta me, what dew you think happendds?"
    The Bondsman held up his hands and backed away.
    "Tha'ts wright," Jay muttered.   "...bear-buttcheeks outa my face."   He picked up the cloth to rewrap the bomb.
    A rock the size of his head flew through the air, it had a foot long re-bar protruding from it.   "AHH!"   Jay slammed to the ground.   The bar grazed the back of his shoulder as it past and the rock shattered on the wall behind him, dust sparkled around him.   He heard a clang as the bar fell.
    Jay twisted and grabbed the bar and sprinted, his leg unresponsive and jabbing at him, toward where the rock had come from.   As he ran he swung the bar into a nearby wall, chipping off concrete still attached.   Move, move, move!
    The bomb blinked again and another rock came flying from the darkness, Jay barely ducked in time.   How easy could Freckles have made it?   He stumble-charged again, wielding the bar in front of him and using his other hand with the crumpled cloth to try to muffle the light.   *Blink*   Jay hurtled to the side, an explosion of chips, more sparkles.   Cool air chilled the front of his body.
    He froze, breathing,