Tag: Dixon Dills

You know how there’s always that story of the final mission?That came too early.My cry for help came too late; apparently someone was a little trigger happy.The last thing I heard was, “Looks like we have another case of ‘swiss cheese’.”But then again, if I’m dead, how am I recollecting this story?Beats me. Ask the […]

Imagine being on a summer vacation in the Bahamas, the warm rays of sunshine engulfing you in its blinding glory, listening to the gentle sloshing of the tides against the beach, that has the smoothest sand in all the Caribbean, endless miles of clear water all around you, alone on your own private island.This mission […]

Waking up in a strange room with menacing men holding weapons no longer scared me. Or even surprised me. I’d been through this hundreds of times, and my survival is a testament to some ridiculous fortune.Perturbed that my hat and coat had been removed, I also noticed my gun gone, along with my keys, wallet, […]

Well, luck is fickle, but I just seem to always grab it at the right time.“Well, that’s one bridge that I’ve crossed while burning,” Jake Rawlins muttered. “How you doing, Dixon?”“Oh, you know, not so bad, just the usual, murder attempts, torture, etc. Hey, you mind undoing these bindings?” I casually requested of him.“Oh, ya, […]

He quietly opened the door to the “Bunny Cradle”, attempting to make as little disturbance as possible. The smoke filed his nasal cavity, blessing him with the smell of cigarettes instead of the B.O. of many unshowered men. Pool balls knocked together, mugs were clunked around, and music played above all other sounds. Wondering what […]

“Ah, Mr. Jones,” Dixon replied curtly as the men around him moved closer, bats in hand. “I would greatly prefer it if you removed the mask,” he continued, gesturing to the tall man’s face.“Ah, yes, about that,” he returned, slowly pulling it off. “So when are you planning on joining the community baseball team? I’ve […]

A good afternoon is not having a dead broad on your office floor.Today was not a good afternoon.One of the secretaries came rushing in, a horror covering her face.“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, hand over mouth, eyes as wide as a whale.“Yeah, that stain’ll be a pain to remove from the carpet,” I responded, checking […]

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” I said in my smoothest, most nonchalant voice. “Take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” I continued, propping my feet back up, stretching out my long legs, and running my hand through my hair.“Thank you,” she responded politely, moving toward the chair, grasping it with her velvet gloves, then […]

It was a late afternoon, one of those afternoons where you have the taste of lunch’s pastrami just sitting in your mouth, slowly growing more and more foul as it turns to gingivitis. It had been a slow day in the office, no visitors, no mail, no mystery. I always hated days like that, because […]