“Ah, the old snub-nosed Colt Cora,” Drake observed nonchalantly.
“Nickel plated, fires six .38 rounds and commonly carried by private investigators in old Noir mystery films.”
“Is that supposed to impress me, Mr Mandible?”
He shrugged.
“Did it work?”
She chuckled and shifted her aim from his chest, to his head.
“Hmm, guess not then. Well when
a man has a gun pointed to his face, you can’t blame him for trying. I’ll just have to disarm you some other way.”
“How?” she smirked, “By kissing me?”
“Not quite.”
He twisted aside suddenly, grabbing her arm and pushing it into the air just as she squeezed the trigger. He intercepted her other hand as she tried to strike him, and using an old Judo technique- threw her over his hip, back into the pool. Drake scooped up the gun and pointed it at her.
“If you would be so kind as to get out with your hands up and go sit over by the gate, I would be very much obliged.”
She complied, and keeping the gun trained on his would-be assassin, Drake went around to the other side of the fence.
“Hands behind your back, if you please,” he said, then tied her arms to the fence with the towel.
“I’ll be back shortly,” he said pleasantly. He indicated to the gun. “I’ll be looking after this as well.”
Waving goodbye, he strolled back towards the mansion, whistling merrily as he went.
“Hmm, guess not then. Well when
a man has a gun pointed to his face, you can’t blame him for trying. I’ll just have to disarm you some other way.”
“How?” she smirked, “By kissing me?”
“Not quite.”
He twisted aside suddenly, grabbing her arm and pushing it into the air just as she squeezed the trigger. He intercepted her other hand as she tried to strike him, and using an old Judo technique- threw her over his hip, back into the pool. Drake scooped up the gun and pointed it at her.
“If you would be so kind as to get out with your hands up and go sit over by the gate, I would be very much obliged.”
She complied, and keeping the gun trained on his would-be assassin, Drake went around to the other side of the fence.
“Hands behind your back, if you please,” he said, then tied her arms to the fence with the towel.
“I’ll be back shortly,” he said pleasantly. He indicated to the gun. “I’ll be looking after this as well.”
Waving goodbye, he strolled back towards the mansion, whistling merrily as he went.