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Authors: Jeff Strand
Tags: Urban Fantasy
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George heard the hatless man step around the corner of the vehicle behind him.
"I hid the meds. You want 'em? Let's talk."
Red Hat shook his head. "Let's not talk."
"Fine." George made as if to lower his gun, then pointed it through the broken window at Ally. "Put down your guns or I'll kill the girl."
Red Hat didn't even raise an eyebrow. George couldn't see how the hatless man reacted to this, but fully expected a barrage of bullets to tear through his back at any moment.
"I'll do it," George insisted. "I'll waste her. Your boss doesn't give a shit about me, but you get her killed and you'll be at the bottom of a lake within the hour."
Red Hat shrugged and lowered his gun. "The kind of guy who'd beat up a girl like that would probably murder her, too, huh?"
George kind of wanted to clarify that the beating had occurred when she was savagely attacking him as a wolf-girl, but this was not the time to worry about what these gentlemen thought of his moral standards.
The hatless man jabbed George in the small of his back with the barrel of the submachine gun. "Go ahead. Shoot her. Give me an excuse to shred you."
"You do that, you'll shoot right through me and hit your co-worker."
Red Hat stepped out of the way.
"So much for that plan," said the hatless man with a chuckle.
"That wasn't an actual plan. I wasn't really hoping that you'd shoot through me to hit him."
"Whatever."
"You're just really anxious to use that machine gun, aren't you?"
"Submachine."
"That an actual Thompson?"
"Replica."
"Still pretty sweet."
"Yep."
"Mind getting it out of my back before I shoot the girl?"
"I don't care if you shoot her."
"You're just saying that because you don't think I'll shoot her."
"I want you to shoot her. Nothing would make me happier. If you shoot her, I'll get to see what this thing can really do."
"You haven't killed anybody with it yet?"
"Not yet."
"How long have you had it?"
"Couple months."
"I guess that's reasonable, then."
"Have you figured out an escape plan yet? I've been talking long enough."
"My plan was to point the gun at the girl. That plan's still in effect."
"It's a shit plan."
"But you haven't killed me yet."
"Then I stand corrected. It's the best plan ever."
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of George's face, which was a pretty impressive feat of anxiety in this cold weather. He had not yet come up with a second part to his plan, and though the hatless man seemed perfectly content to chat with him right now, George had no reason to doubt that he would soon follow through on his own plan to pump dozens of rounds into George's back. He hadn't known the hatless man very long, but George also pegged him for the kind of guy who would continue firing rounds into George's twitching corpse until there were no rounds left to fire.
"So are you going to shoot her or what?" asked the hatless man, grinding the barrel of the submachine gun more tightly into George's back. "Show us how tough you are." The hatless man now began jabbing the barrel into his spine, hard enough that it went past annoying into genuinely painful. "Come on, you say you're amazing enough to shoot a teenage girl; let's see you shoot one. She's right there. Blow her head off."
This would be a fine time for the earth to crack open directly underneath the hatless man's feet, plummeting him into the depths of hell.
However, that did not happen.
I don't wanna die like this , George thought, although after a split-second of consideration he realized that this was indeed a perfectly appropriate way for a guy like him to die. Getting gunned down by men hired to kill him wouldn't be humiliating or, considering the volume of bullets that would be fired into his body, a drawn-out demise. It was how he should go, if he was honest with himself.
He didn't want to die now, though.
Ally twitched, and then rolled onto her side.
And then George saw...well, not salvation, exactly, but at least something for them to continue to talk
"I hid the meds. You want 'em? Let's talk."
Red Hat shook his head. "Let's not talk."
"Fine." George made as if to lower his gun, then pointed it through the broken window at Ally. "Put down your guns or I'll kill the girl."
Red Hat didn't even raise an eyebrow. George couldn't see how the hatless man reacted to this, but fully expected a barrage of bullets to tear through his back at any moment.
"I'll do it," George insisted. "I'll waste her. Your boss doesn't give a shit about me, but you get her killed and you'll be at the bottom of a lake within the hour."
Red Hat shrugged and lowered his gun. "The kind of guy who'd beat up a girl like that would probably murder her, too, huh?"
George kind of wanted to clarify that the beating had occurred when she was savagely attacking him as a wolf-girl, but this was not the time to worry about what these gentlemen thought of his moral standards.
The hatless man jabbed George in the small of his back with the barrel of the submachine gun. "Go ahead. Shoot her. Give me an excuse to shred you."
"You do that, you'll shoot right through me and hit your co-worker."
Red Hat stepped out of the way.
"So much for that plan," said the hatless man with a chuckle.
"That wasn't an actual plan. I wasn't really hoping that you'd shoot through me to hit him."
"Whatever."
"You're just really anxious to use that machine gun, aren't you?"
"Submachine."
"That an actual Thompson?"
"Replica."
"Still pretty sweet."
"Yep."
"Mind getting it out of my back before I shoot the girl?"
"I don't care if you shoot her."
"You're just saying that because you don't think I'll shoot her."
"I want you to shoot her. Nothing would make me happier. If you shoot her, I'll get to see what this thing can really do."
"You haven't killed anybody with it yet?"
"Not yet."
"How long have you had it?"
"Couple months."
"I guess that's reasonable, then."
"Have you figured out an escape plan yet? I've been talking long enough."
"My plan was to point the gun at the girl. That plan's still in effect."
"It's a shit plan."
"But you haven't killed me yet."
"Then I stand corrected. It's the best plan ever."
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of George's face, which was a pretty impressive feat of anxiety in this cold weather. He had not yet come up with a second part to his plan, and though the hatless man seemed perfectly content to chat with him right now, George had no reason to doubt that he would soon follow through on his own plan to pump dozens of rounds into George's back. He hadn't known the hatless man very long, but George also pegged him for the kind of guy who would continue firing rounds into George's twitching corpse until there were no rounds left to fire.
"So are you going to shoot her or what?" asked the hatless man, grinding the barrel of the submachine gun more tightly into George's back. "Show us how tough you are." The hatless man now began jabbing the barrel into his spine, hard enough that it went past annoying into genuinely painful. "Come on, you say you're amazing enough to shoot a teenage girl; let's see you shoot one. She's right there. Blow her head off."
This would be a fine time for the earth to crack open directly underneath the hatless man's feet, plummeting him into the depths of hell.
However, that did not happen.
I don't wanna die like this , George thought, although after a split-second of consideration he realized that this was indeed a perfectly appropriate way for a guy like him to die. Getting gunned down by men hired to kill him wouldn't be humiliating or, considering the volume of bullets that would be fired into his body, a drawn-out demise. It was how he should go, if he was honest with himself.
He didn't want to die now, though.
Ally twitched, and then rolled onto her side.
And then George saw...well, not salvation, exactly, but at least something for them to continue to talk
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