Genre: Horror

Background:  Highly secure locations need to positively identify people trying to gain access to the facilities.  To do this automatically, some institutions have a booth you enter then swipe your badge and enter a PIN.  If you pass the identification process, you are let in.  If not, you are met by the police at the door you entered.

Don’t you just hate it when your Boss is nice to your face, then as soon as you turn around you feel as though there is a knife planted firmly between your shoulder blades?

Dave was the recipient of Boss’s knife all too often.

As the designer of the latest version of a secure booth, the ABLE, Dave worked long hours perfecting the software and hardware for this booth.  Boss always praised him for his efforts… his face.

Dave was on vacation when the new ABLE booth was rolled out.  The first to test it was, of course, Boss (who also took all the credit).

Boss walks in, the door shuts, Boss smiles at the cameras,  swipes his card and enters his PIN.

A 4 foot long spike enters Boss’s back and exits his chest, his heart dangling on the end of the spike.  Backstabbed.

Dave receives ABLE’s automated email, and contentedly sips his Pina Colada.


Copyright April 8, 2010 by Mike “TracyReaderDad” Pihlman.  This is a work of Fiction.

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