Part 1535 – Bossman 550 Memories

Hildreth shot the last attack dummy.

It disappeared, only to reappear on the football field with all of the other defeated dummies.

He automatically tried to put the Bossman JZ460 into his holster.

Oh.

Right.

My holster is down on the floor and this is not my weapon.

“Demonstration complete.” The computer said pleasantly. “Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

“Let me think about it for a moment.”

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

Hildreth ignored the question as he admired the weapon in his arms.

It is everything they’ve said about it and even better.

But.

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

He looked down at his holstered weapon on the floor.

“Hey, Mayhew.”

Hildreth startled and almost dropped the Bossman 550. “Master Initskay!”

Master Initskay smiled. “You really like that weapon, don’t you?”

I guess there’s no reason to lie about it. “Yes, Master.” The question came to his mind again as it always did.

But he hesitated.

Uncertain.

“You’re still too young to learn how to handle something like that.” Master Initskay took the weapon from him.

And that was the answer he’d been expecting and dreading.

“You need to master the basics of contact fighting before you can move on to weapons. But…”

Hildreth perked up. “But?”

“If you improve your physical fighting skills, I might be willing to bend the rules for you the same way I bent them for Farsigh. I’ll teach you the basics of weapon based combat, starting with this Bossman.”

Hildreth felt almost dizzy from shock, but he managed to stay upright. Somehow. “I’ll do better, Master. I promise.” 

“I hope so. I know, Hildreth. I know you can do better.”

“Better than Jeff?”

“Better than you.” 

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

“Imagine it nailed and bolted to your shoulder. It can’t move. It will not move. A tornado could whip past you and that weapon would not move. Now. Try again. Keep it steady. Keep it steady. Be careful. Aim. Look at what you’re aiming at. Don’t guesstimate it. Guesstimating is the best way to miss your shot. As a vampire hunter, you cannot miss your shot, Hildreth. Not ever. One mistake will be your death. One slip. One fall. One badly aimed shot. And FIRE!”

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

Hildreth set the Bossman 550 on the table and sat.

His breathing was stuttered shudders.

He unlatched the back of his weapon. The stakes and hammer plates inside blurred into smears of wood and metal.

Then, in a blink of his eyes, his tears fell.

“Hey, Dweeb.”

Hildreth looked up at Jeff. “I couldn’t.”

Jeff sat next to him.

“I just couldn’t. It’s Master Initskay. How could I…How…How…Jeff. How could I stake him?”

Jeff bowed his head.

“But. I failed him. I wasn’t. I. I tried. But. I. I was too slow. I wasn’t fast enough. I didn’t push myself hard enough. I. I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

Hildreth stood at Master Initskay’s grave with his Bossman 550 strapped to his back. “Master.”

He knelt.

“Master.”

There was so much he wanted and needed to say, but the words refused to come.

He traced the lines of Master Initskay’s name.

His date of birth.

His date of death.

And the reality struck him.

Master Initskay was dead.

Hildreth pulled out his coffin-shaped Gobstop 3500 flashlight. He pressed the bouquet of black and red roses on the lower half of the lid. The cap of the coffin sprang open and a steady stream of white light poured forth into the daylight.

He looked up at the blue sky. Do you see me, Master? I’m here. Do you see me?

“I’m sorry. I did not understand your response. Demonstration complete. Would you like to try a different attack pattern?”

“No. I’m good.”

Hildreth picked up his holstered weapon and buckled it on his back.

“I’m very good.” He carried the Bossman JZ460 back upstairs.

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