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him on the butt as he turned and left. “Traitor!” she teased as he took off. She turned and entered the cafeteria as Mark took off after the other two.
“So, you were really feeling guilty, or what?” he asked as he caught up to them.
Donovan turned and shot him a smirk. “Mitchell says we have to play nice, so…”
Mark snorted. “So you think a fruit basket is appropriate for ‘sorry I broke your wrist when you tried to blow my buddy’s head off’?”
“Personally, I think a bullet with his name on it and a nice written warning is appropriate,” Donnie laughed.
“Now, now,” Apollo said, mocking them, “you boys play nice. They can’t help it that they stupid.”
All three chuckled as they approached the infirmary. Apollo took the lead and asked the charge nurse where the security guard was at. She directed him to the room and the three marched to the end of the hall.
Donovan slowly pushed the door open and Apollo stuck his head in. “Hello?”
“Yeah, come on in,” the security officer said. He was sitting up in a hospital bed, his forearm in a cast and a bandage around his head.
“Ooh, shit, man,” Apollo said and meaning it. “I really didn’t mean for that…”
The man waved him off. “Don’t sweat it. I get a four week vacation and all the ice cream I can eat.” Then he thought a m oment and smiled. “Wait…I think that’s when you get your tonsils out.” He shrugged. “Whatever.”
Apollo gave him an apologetic smile. “I really am sorry, man, I was just trying to keep you from shooting my pal.”
“Meh. I wouldn’t have shot him.” He glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. “But we were given directions to give you boys a ration of shit.” He eyed the three of them questioningly. “Any idea why?”
The three shrugged. “Not exactly, but I think we all got off on the wrong foot.” Tufo pulled up a chair. “Who told you to give us hell…if you don’t mind me asking?”
The guy leaned back in his bed and eyed him. “I really shouldn’t say, man.”
“Hey, I understand.” Apollo leaned against the wall. “Brothers in arms and all that. There’s a code.”
Donovan nodded. “Yeah, a code. Even if it gets someone hurt unnecessarily. There’s still a code.”
The security officer eyed them suspiciously. “You come here just to pump me for info?” His voice hardened.
“What?” Apollo seemed shocked. “Oh…no, man. We brought you this.” He handed over the gift basket and balloon. “Sort of a…apology and shit. You know, for over reacting and all. ‘Cuz, I’m really sorry, man.”
The security officer cracked a boyish grin as he looked at the basket. “What? They out of teddy bears?”
Tufo choked. “That’s the same thing I asked them!”
Apollo cracked a toothy grin at him. “Sorry, bro. My first time at this. I didn’t know what was really appropriate for the situation.”
“Yeah, well, at least you tried.”
“So what’s the verdict?” Donnie asked. “What’s the da mage? How long you out of the game?”
“Oh, about four or five weeks on the wrist, and it’s just a slight concussion, so it should be better by the time the wrist is. If it had been worse, it could take six months or more.”
“Damn. I thought you Whack-a-Mole boys were tougher than that,” Apollo said.
The security officer gave him a slack jaw stare. “Whack a what? ”
Apollo shrugged. “Isn’t that the name of your security co mpany?”
The security officer laughed and then held the side of his head with his good hand. “Oh man, I gotta remember that.” He groaned. “It’s Wackenhut.”
Apollo nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
The four men sat and visited for a bit, making small talk, telling stories of home, families and favorite foods, movies and girls-gone-by. It didn’t take too long before the four forgot that there was a string of distrust between them and the seed of friendship had been sewn.
Finally, Tufo tapped
“So, you were really feeling guilty, or what?” he asked as he caught up to them.
Donovan turned and shot him a smirk. “Mitchell says we have to play nice, so…”
Mark snorted. “So you think a fruit basket is appropriate for ‘sorry I broke your wrist when you tried to blow my buddy’s head off’?”
“Personally, I think a bullet with his name on it and a nice written warning is appropriate,” Donnie laughed.
“Now, now,” Apollo said, mocking them, “you boys play nice. They can’t help it that they stupid.”
All three chuckled as they approached the infirmary. Apollo took the lead and asked the charge nurse where the security guard was at. She directed him to the room and the three marched to the end of the hall.
Donovan slowly pushed the door open and Apollo stuck his head in. “Hello?”
“Yeah, come on in,” the security officer said. He was sitting up in a hospital bed, his forearm in a cast and a bandage around his head.
“Ooh, shit, man,” Apollo said and meaning it. “I really didn’t mean for that…”
The man waved him off. “Don’t sweat it. I get a four week vacation and all the ice cream I can eat.” Then he thought a m oment and smiled. “Wait…I think that’s when you get your tonsils out.” He shrugged. “Whatever.”
Apollo gave him an apologetic smile. “I really am sorry, man, I was just trying to keep you from shooting my pal.”
“Meh. I wouldn’t have shot him.” He glanced around to make sure nobody was listening. “But we were given directions to give you boys a ration of shit.” He eyed the three of them questioningly. “Any idea why?”
The three shrugged. “Not exactly, but I think we all got off on the wrong foot.” Tufo pulled up a chair. “Who told you to give us hell…if you don’t mind me asking?”
The guy leaned back in his bed and eyed him. “I really shouldn’t say, man.”
“Hey, I understand.” Apollo leaned against the wall. “Brothers in arms and all that. There’s a code.”
Donovan nodded. “Yeah, a code. Even if it gets someone hurt unnecessarily. There’s still a code.”
The security officer eyed them suspiciously. “You come here just to pump me for info?” His voice hardened.
“What?” Apollo seemed shocked. “Oh…no, man. We brought you this.” He handed over the gift basket and balloon. “Sort of a…apology and shit. You know, for over reacting and all. ‘Cuz, I’m really sorry, man.”
The security officer cracked a boyish grin as he looked at the basket. “What? They out of teddy bears?”
Tufo choked. “That’s the same thing I asked them!”
Apollo cracked a toothy grin at him. “Sorry, bro. My first time at this. I didn’t know what was really appropriate for the situation.”
“Yeah, well, at least you tried.”
“So what’s the verdict?” Donnie asked. “What’s the da mage? How long you out of the game?”
“Oh, about four or five weeks on the wrist, and it’s just a slight concussion, so it should be better by the time the wrist is. If it had been worse, it could take six months or more.”
“Damn. I thought you Whack-a-Mole boys were tougher than that,” Apollo said.
The security officer gave him a slack jaw stare. “Whack a what? ”
Apollo shrugged. “Isn’t that the name of your security co mpany?”
The security officer laughed and then held the side of his head with his good hand. “Oh man, I gotta remember that.” He groaned. “It’s Wackenhut.”
Apollo nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
The four men sat and visited for a bit, making small talk, telling stories of home, families and favorite foods, movies and girls-gone-by. It didn’t take too long before the four forgot that there was a string of distrust between them and the seed of friendship had been sewn.
Finally, Tufo tapped
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