I wrote this very short story on my break at my job. People(especially
delivery people) had this nasty habit of sneaking up on me(I don't think
it was deliberately) and then asking me a question(like:"Can you sign
for this?"). When they did this I generally ended up jumping about
10 feet into the air. One day I got so damn mad about it that I wrote this.
Wolverine's reflexes kicked in as he silently cursed himself for letting
his guard down. The Savalette Guardian seemingly sprung itself into his
right hand and ended up with the barrel less than an inch away from the
delivery boy's face.
"ery?" The young man finished the word with a note of fear as
he noticed the rather large handgun that was suddenly in his face, and the
red cross hairs that had appeared in Wolverine's right eye.
Wolverine put the gun back in it's holster as quickly as he had pulled it
out, and silently thanked the spirits that he had the reflex trigger placed
in his wired reflexes. The half a second delay it had provided had saved
the delivery boy's life. Wolverine signed for the delivery and watched to
make sure the now pale and shaky delivery boy made it to his van.