Chapter Six
“Very funny, Elvis.” The smaller man shook his head with expression of disgust on this ruddy features. His brown eyes peered over his glasses at Elvis who stood in front of him breathing hard, the smoking gun now hanging loosely at his hip the barrel pointing at the ground.
Aloha came up beside her deupty and snatched his service automatic out of his hand. He glanced at her, shrugged, then turned back to look at the foreman. An oval shaped white cloth patch stitched over the left breast of the man’s powder grey coveralls identified him as Chief in styled red letters.
Aloha looked up at the protective dome’s fake sky far above and hoped the bullet hadn’t made a hole up there when Elvis fired the 9mm Glock over his head. She glared inot Elvis' eyes and shook her head sligh
