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Authors: Jeff Strand
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adults here. Let's not insult each other's intelligence."
"I can respect that. Where's the girl?"
"In the back. Your fuckhead partner can go check, if you want. Not like I can stop him from looking in. The windows are all broken."
"That wouldn't be a trap, now would it?"
"Yes, it's a trap. She's waiting back there with an Uzi."
"Funny guy. I kind of like you."
"This mean you won't kill me?"
Black Hat shrugged. "I'll consider it. Is your buddy dead?"
"Nah. Just sleeping."
"Odd time to sleep."
"I accidentally shot him with a tranquilizer dart."
"You being funny again?"
"Nah."
"Because he could be faking it. Seems like the smart thing for me to do would be to put a couple of rounds into his head, just to be sure."
"You know we're unarmed. That would be a dick move."
"I don't know you're unarmed."
"I would've already shot you. Why isn't your fuckhead partner looking in the back yet?"
Red Hat frowned, as if he thought Ally might really be waiting back there with an Uzi. Black Hat nodded at him, and he walked toward the rear of the van.
The third man, who wore no hat, remained in the truck, watching them carefully.
"Were you told to kill us?" George asked.
Black Hat smiled again. He seemed very proud of that missing tooth. "I've got some say in the matter."
"She's back here," Red Hat called out from behind the van. "Beat up pretty bad."
Had Ally changed completely back to human? George wanted to check but didn't dare to look away from Black Hat.
"That your M.O.?" Black Hat asked. He poked his tongue through the tooth. "Beat up little girls?"
"She's pretty spunky. She'd probably kick your ass for calling her a little girl."
"Is that right?"
"I have no idea. I just needed something to say. She did slash up my chest pretty bad. Got some nails on her."
"Well, George, you're in luck. I don't think I'm going to kill you."
Black Hat's words would have been more reassuring if he wasn't reaching inside his jacket while he was saying them. If George was going to take action to not get shot in the face, now was the time.
George flung open the door.
CHAPTER NINE
Bloodshed
The van door bashed into Black Hat's chest. He cried out in pain. He was a tough-looking guy who didn't seem like the type to make such a sound in response to getting hit by a door, but he'd probably been reaching for a gun, and thus his hand probably got whacked between the door and his gun, which was a pretty good motivation to make such a sound.
George ducked down beneath the broken windows, in case the guy with no hat decided to take a shot at him. He yanked the door closed and then smashed it into Black Hat again, knocking him several steps backwards. George scrambled out of the van as quickly as he could, trying to tackle Black Hat before he could take out his weapon.
If Black Hat had been taking out a pen instead, well, George would figure out a way to cope with his guilt.
Black Hat removed his hand from inside of his jacket, revealing a revolver clutched in fingers that weren't all bending the right way. George was actually glad to see the gun, since it meant he wouldn't waste precious seconds digging through the jacket himself.
Neither George nor Lou had any formal martial arts training, and of the two of them, Lou was much better at delivering karate chops. If he put all of his strength into it, Lou could break somebody's arm. George's karate chop skills were not of the bone-breaking variety, but he did knock the gun out of Black Hat's hand.
To be fair, Black Hat might have dropped it anyway, since he had at least two crushed fingers, but George couldn't stand around to wait for that to happen. They both reached for the ground at the same time, narrowly avoiding cracking their skulls into each other.
George grabbed the gun first.
Though Black Hat was the closer danger, the other two men almost certainly had guns of their own and were thus a more immediate threat. George quickly fired two
"I can respect that. Where's the girl?"
"In the back. Your fuckhead partner can go check, if you want. Not like I can stop him from looking in. The windows are all broken."
"That wouldn't be a trap, now would it?"
"Yes, it's a trap. She's waiting back there with an Uzi."
"Funny guy. I kind of like you."
"This mean you won't kill me?"
Black Hat shrugged. "I'll consider it. Is your buddy dead?"
"Nah. Just sleeping."
"Odd time to sleep."
"I accidentally shot him with a tranquilizer dart."
"You being funny again?"
"Nah."
"Because he could be faking it. Seems like the smart thing for me to do would be to put a couple of rounds into his head, just to be sure."
"You know we're unarmed. That would be a dick move."
"I don't know you're unarmed."
"I would've already shot you. Why isn't your fuckhead partner looking in the back yet?"
Red Hat frowned, as if he thought Ally might really be waiting back there with an Uzi. Black Hat nodded at him, and he walked toward the rear of the van.
The third man, who wore no hat, remained in the truck, watching them carefully.
"Were you told to kill us?" George asked.
Black Hat smiled again. He seemed very proud of that missing tooth. "I've got some say in the matter."
"She's back here," Red Hat called out from behind the van. "Beat up pretty bad."
Had Ally changed completely back to human? George wanted to check but didn't dare to look away from Black Hat.
"That your M.O.?" Black Hat asked. He poked his tongue through the tooth. "Beat up little girls?"
"She's pretty spunky. She'd probably kick your ass for calling her a little girl."
"Is that right?"
"I have no idea. I just needed something to say. She did slash up my chest pretty bad. Got some nails on her."
"Well, George, you're in luck. I don't think I'm going to kill you."
Black Hat's words would have been more reassuring if he wasn't reaching inside his jacket while he was saying them. If George was going to take action to not get shot in the face, now was the time.
George flung open the door.
CHAPTER NINE
Bloodshed
The van door bashed into Black Hat's chest. He cried out in pain. He was a tough-looking guy who didn't seem like the type to make such a sound in response to getting hit by a door, but he'd probably been reaching for a gun, and thus his hand probably got whacked between the door and his gun, which was a pretty good motivation to make such a sound.
George ducked down beneath the broken windows, in case the guy with no hat decided to take a shot at him. He yanked the door closed and then smashed it into Black Hat again, knocking him several steps backwards. George scrambled out of the van as quickly as he could, trying to tackle Black Hat before he could take out his weapon.
If Black Hat had been taking out a pen instead, well, George would figure out a way to cope with his guilt.
Black Hat removed his hand from inside of his jacket, revealing a revolver clutched in fingers that weren't all bending the right way. George was actually glad to see the gun, since it meant he wouldn't waste precious seconds digging through the jacket himself.
Neither George nor Lou had any formal martial arts training, and of the two of them, Lou was much better at delivering karate chops. If he put all of his strength into it, Lou could break somebody's arm. George's karate chop skills were not of the bone-breaking variety, but he did knock the gun out of Black Hat's hand.
To be fair, Black Hat might have dropped it anyway, since he had at least two crushed fingers, but George couldn't stand around to wait for that to happen. They both reached for the ground at the same time, narrowly avoiding cracking their skulls into each other.
George grabbed the gun first.
Though Black Hat was the closer danger, the other two men almost certainly had guns of their own and were thus a more immediate threat. George quickly fired two
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