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Authors: Gavin Green
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into an inner pocket of his Kansas City
Chiefs coat. "We don't got no problem with you. In fact, we like
you, man, so you can go get that taxi. We just got a little problem
with your bitch."
I wanted to turn and ask Sarah if she knew
those fuck-heads, but I would have been distracting myself. "Sorry,
guys," I said with a sigh, "then you've got a problem with me,
too."
"Aw, look at that," the Latino said with a
wide smile to the others, "our boy's all noble an' shit! See,
that's cool an' all, man, but we're gonna fix our little problem
one way or the other, you got it?"
"Yeah, I got it." I turned my head and yelled
over my shoulder, "Get back inside!" I heard the doors hiss as the
four teens moved slowly toward me. I pulled my Ruger out of my
pocket and aimed it at the closest guy, the one on my left. They
all stopped.
"Aw, man, you just made things difficult for
me," the Latino said. "That bitch had something I wanted, and I
ain't talkin' pussy, man." He slowly put a hand into his front
pocket. I swiveled my gun to the right, pointing in his general
direction. He put up his other hand as if to tell me he wasn't
pulling a weapon. "Now you owe me, man. And I wanna hear you say
it. Say, 'I owe Pedro', loud n' clear."
"Fine, I owe Pedro."
Pedro pulled his hand out of his pocket. He
didn't have a gun - he had a fucking grenade. Where the hell does a
punk kid get a grenade from? The other three backed up as I tried
to focus my aim on Pedro's forearm. In the blink of an eye, he
pulled the pin and tossed it at me. Damn, he was fast. I let off a
round, probably hitting him but not sure where, and then ran and
dove for cover behind a car to my left.
The grenade was a smoker. I swung over the
trunk of a car and aimed. Even through the smoke I could see the
four fuck-heads halfway down the garage lane and still running, way
out of range for my gun. I stayed low to keep the smoke out of my
eyes and went over to the double doors. I tapped on one of them and
yelled, "All clear". A second later, the doors hissed open and I
hurried inside, telling Sarah to shut the doors so none of the
lingering smoke could roll in. What a shitty night.
NERVOUS
"What was that all about?" Sarah asked
me.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Do
you know those guys?"
"Shit, no! Why would I have anything to do
with a gang?"
"I don't know why, because I don't know you,
Sarah. All I do know is that they were looking for you."
"I haven't done anything to piss anyone off,
Leo. Honest," she said as she put her hands on my forearm.
I gently pulled away and looked out the
doors, even though I couldn't see anything. "I think they had
something to do with that power flicker. Maybe they cut a main
camera feed line, I don't know. Did you want to call the cops, or
at least alert building security?"
"I'll make a call in a minute. I just want to
make sure you don't view me or the company in a poor light because
of this. It's just bad timing or bad coincidence . . . bad
something. This is a really good place to work, I promise." I
didn't answer, so she took a different tact. "Would you like to go
see your loft?"
"Do you think it's safe?" I asked
sarcastically. "Hell, Sarah, with the way things are going tonight,
I don't want to risk it. I can look at the place some other time. I
don't really want to move out of my house, anyway. I like it
there."
"Oh, I'm sure they could work something out,"
she said, moving closer to me. "Come on, I'll get us a cab,
alright?" She led me back to the elevators, up to the 36th floor
again, over to a different set of elevators, and took one down to
the main lobby. How fucking tedious. I hardly said a word the whole
time. She stepped away to make some calls while I told the guard at
the front desk about what happened. Yep, the security feeds were
cut; not bad for some punks.
Sarah came back over to me, smiling
nervously. "A cab should be here soon," she said.
I led her away from the security desk and
over to the glass front
Chiefs coat. "We don't got no problem with you. In fact, we like
you, man, so you can go get that taxi. We just got a little problem
with your bitch."
I wanted to turn and ask Sarah if she knew
those fuck-heads, but I would have been distracting myself. "Sorry,
guys," I said with a sigh, "then you've got a problem with me,
too."
"Aw, look at that," the Latino said with a
wide smile to the others, "our boy's all noble an' shit! See,
that's cool an' all, man, but we're gonna fix our little problem
one way or the other, you got it?"
"Yeah, I got it." I turned my head and yelled
over my shoulder, "Get back inside!" I heard the doors hiss as the
four teens moved slowly toward me. I pulled my Ruger out of my
pocket and aimed it at the closest guy, the one on my left. They
all stopped.
"Aw, man, you just made things difficult for
me," the Latino said. "That bitch had something I wanted, and I
ain't talkin' pussy, man." He slowly put a hand into his front
pocket. I swiveled my gun to the right, pointing in his general
direction. He put up his other hand as if to tell me he wasn't
pulling a weapon. "Now you owe me, man. And I wanna hear you say
it. Say, 'I owe Pedro', loud n' clear."
"Fine, I owe Pedro."
Pedro pulled his hand out of his pocket. He
didn't have a gun - he had a fucking grenade. Where the hell does a
punk kid get a grenade from? The other three backed up as I tried
to focus my aim on Pedro's forearm. In the blink of an eye, he
pulled the pin and tossed it at me. Damn, he was fast. I let off a
round, probably hitting him but not sure where, and then ran and
dove for cover behind a car to my left.
The grenade was a smoker. I swung over the
trunk of a car and aimed. Even through the smoke I could see the
four fuck-heads halfway down the garage lane and still running, way
out of range for my gun. I stayed low to keep the smoke out of my
eyes and went over to the double doors. I tapped on one of them and
yelled, "All clear". A second later, the doors hissed open and I
hurried inside, telling Sarah to shut the doors so none of the
lingering smoke could roll in. What a shitty night.
NERVOUS
"What was that all about?" Sarah asked
me.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Do
you know those guys?"
"Shit, no! Why would I have anything to do
with a gang?"
"I don't know why, because I don't know you,
Sarah. All I do know is that they were looking for you."
"I haven't done anything to piss anyone off,
Leo. Honest," she said as she put her hands on my forearm.
I gently pulled away and looked out the
doors, even though I couldn't see anything. "I think they had
something to do with that power flicker. Maybe they cut a main
camera feed line, I don't know. Did you want to call the cops, or
at least alert building security?"
"I'll make a call in a minute. I just want to
make sure you don't view me or the company in a poor light because
of this. It's just bad timing or bad coincidence . . . bad
something. This is a really good place to work, I promise." I
didn't answer, so she took a different tact. "Would you like to go
see your loft?"
"Do you think it's safe?" I asked
sarcastically. "Hell, Sarah, with the way things are going tonight,
I don't want to risk it. I can look at the place some other time. I
don't really want to move out of my house, anyway. I like it
there."
"Oh, I'm sure they could work something out,"
she said, moving closer to me. "Come on, I'll get us a cab,
alright?" She led me back to the elevators, up to the 36th floor
again, over to a different set of elevators, and took one down to
the main lobby. How fucking tedious. I hardly said a word the whole
time. She stepped away to make some calls while I told the guard at
the front desk about what happened. Yep, the security feeds were
cut; not bad for some punks.
Sarah came back over to me, smiling
nervously. "A cab should be here soon," she said.
I led her away from the security desk and
over to the glass front
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