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and parked on a side road in Westwood. He reached back and pressed the seat’s button. It sprang upwards and revealed a heavy set of artillery. He would need a lot of firepower for this, potentially, but he hoped he wouldn’t. Alexandra’s home set on a hillside which was perfect for hiding in. He tried to remember if there was a good view from her back window from the hillside, but he couldn’t remember since he’d only been in her apartment a few times. He was wondering if he’d have a good spot to snipe from.
He drove to her neighborhood and parked a good distance away. It wasn’t easy avoiding eyes on him in this densely packed street, because there were plenty of cars driving by, and even people outside on their porches. So he kept his rifle hidden beneath his coat, along with the other guns he brought with him.
They just fucked with the wrong guy. They come after me, it’s one thing, and it’s enough to kill them. But they come after my wife, it’s a whole ‘nother ball game. I’m going to make them wish they were never born. I’m going to blow them away .
Miles made it to Alexandra’s shack and hunkered up slowly in the hills. The brush was thick and prickly, and he didn’t try to hide himself. No one would be looking for him, because they expected him to be heading towards the Pacific Palisades by that point. He hunkered down, finding a wonderful vantage point with a clear view through her kitchen window.
He aimed the rifle and looked through the scope, waiting to see someone’s head move. But no one ever came, and as he thought more about it he wondered how tangible this idea was. Shoot one man and then what? Once a man came into view and he blew his head apart, what then? The others would undoubtedly panic and scurry to grab Alexandra and off her. He didn’t even know how many men were in there.
He crawled back down the hill, cursing to himself, and then went up the back steps to her house very slowly. He dialed her number on the cell phone, fingering the grenades he held in his jacket.
“Hi honey, where are you?” The strained voice returned.
“Take me off speaker phone.”
“You’re not on it.”
“Do it for a moment, I need to say something private to you.”
“Okay…”
Apparently the men had silently told her to do so. They didn’t know for sure that Miles knew they were in there, and they didn’t want to blow the surprise. So they told her to act normal, as if she were alone. They trusted her not to lie about his whereabouts, if only for a moment.
Alexandra pressed the button to take him off of speaker phone, “Yes, honey?”
“Your window, is it open?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sitting in the loveseat next to it?”
“Yes.”
“Now stay calm, what I’m about to tell you is going to change the outcome of everything. Do you understand, baby? I’m standing on the back porch with a grenade in my hand. I’m going to kick through the glass of the back door and toss it inside. I need you on the count of three to quickly jump head first out the window. Your fall should be softened by the dirt hillside below you, and breaking an arm is a lot less scary than what’s going to happen to you if you stay in there and let those men kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now, on the count of three.”
“Okay, honey…” Her voice sounded stilted and full of panic.
“One, two, THREE!”
Miles relied on pure trust. He trusted Alexandra that she jumped out the window. He trusted that he wouldn’t blow her to smithereens. Surely she’d known how serious he’d been. Upon the scream of three , Miles kicked through the glass door of the balcony and tossed two grenades inside, as far as he could throw them. For good measure, he tossed a third. He heard a single shot ring out before the grenades exploded, and then he was blown back down the steps by the force of the blast.
He rolled down the steps on his back, head, and shoulders. After struggling to get up for a
He drove to her neighborhood and parked a good distance away. It wasn’t easy avoiding eyes on him in this densely packed street, because there were plenty of cars driving by, and even people outside on their porches. So he kept his rifle hidden beneath his coat, along with the other guns he brought with him.
They just fucked with the wrong guy. They come after me, it’s one thing, and it’s enough to kill them. But they come after my wife, it’s a whole ‘nother ball game. I’m going to make them wish they were never born. I’m going to blow them away .
Miles made it to Alexandra’s shack and hunkered up slowly in the hills. The brush was thick and prickly, and he didn’t try to hide himself. No one would be looking for him, because they expected him to be heading towards the Pacific Palisades by that point. He hunkered down, finding a wonderful vantage point with a clear view through her kitchen window.
He aimed the rifle and looked through the scope, waiting to see someone’s head move. But no one ever came, and as he thought more about it he wondered how tangible this idea was. Shoot one man and then what? Once a man came into view and he blew his head apart, what then? The others would undoubtedly panic and scurry to grab Alexandra and off her. He didn’t even know how many men were in there.
He crawled back down the hill, cursing to himself, and then went up the back steps to her house very slowly. He dialed her number on the cell phone, fingering the grenades he held in his jacket.
“Hi honey, where are you?” The strained voice returned.
“Take me off speaker phone.”
“You’re not on it.”
“Do it for a moment, I need to say something private to you.”
“Okay…”
Apparently the men had silently told her to do so. They didn’t know for sure that Miles knew they were in there, and they didn’t want to blow the surprise. So they told her to act normal, as if she were alone. They trusted her not to lie about his whereabouts, if only for a moment.
Alexandra pressed the button to take him off of speaker phone, “Yes, honey?”
“Your window, is it open?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sitting in the loveseat next to it?”
“Yes.”
“Now stay calm, what I’m about to tell you is going to change the outcome of everything. Do you understand, baby? I’m standing on the back porch with a grenade in my hand. I’m going to kick through the glass of the back door and toss it inside. I need you on the count of three to quickly jump head first out the window. Your fall should be softened by the dirt hillside below you, and breaking an arm is a lot less scary than what’s going to happen to you if you stay in there and let those men kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now, on the count of three.”
“Okay, honey…” Her voice sounded stilted and full of panic.
“One, two, THREE!”
Miles relied on pure trust. He trusted Alexandra that she jumped out the window. He trusted that he wouldn’t blow her to smithereens. Surely she’d known how serious he’d been. Upon the scream of three , Miles kicked through the glass door of the balcony and tossed two grenades inside, as far as he could throw them. For good measure, he tossed a third. He heard a single shot ring out before the grenades exploded, and then he was blown back down the steps by the force of the blast.
He rolled down the steps on his back, head, and shoulders. After struggling to get up for a
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