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I could hear everything was becoming antsy. Toxic was putting it on thick and these bad guy's attitudes were steadily rising. The gig was very nearly up. Nothing I could do about it except wait for my cue.
"Now-lower your finger" Toxic's voice said into my ear.
Finger? That was a cue. Not for me but for someone else, someone on the outside. The only place had to be...across the street! Couldn't leave the car and risk having the alarm being raised and needing a hasty getaway. Instead I turned over the engine and steadily eased it towards the road, coming to a halt just short of it in the alley. Looking about there were so many people on the sidewalks and sitting under the awnings of restaurants enjoying their meals and company of friends and family. That's where I saw the van. Strange. People don't park on the streets here, they park in the lots and alleyways because of the heavy foot traffic on the street. There were two teenage girls standing next to it, chatting and laughing looking at something. What-I do not know.
"Red," whispering into my radio. "I got something. There's a van parked across the street."
"See anyone in it?" whispered Scarlett.
"No. I can't" I replied, craning my head about. "Windows are tinted."
Over with Toxic, Pitta chuckled as he picked up the menu. "I must say, Viola, you certainly have a talent. I admire that in a woman. Most women I know are only good for two things..." deliberately trailing off.
"Oh?" Toxic raised her eyes above the top of her menu, glaring at Pitta and knowing an insult was coming.
"Being on their backs and or being in the kitchen," Pitta glared with a sinister smile.
"Speak for yourself, chuckle fuck" Scarlett bitterly sneered.
That didn't get the rise out of Toxic that Pitta wanted. Instead Toxic merely smirked and lowered her eyes. That was surprising. Perhaps she was better trained that he realized, being able to keep her cool despite knowing her current environment. This was taking too long, Pitta thought. The money was right there for them, Toxic was dragging feet. Every moment they waited here, the more they were exposed. "Let's have it then!" Pitta cried, dropping his menu to the table. "How can we be guaranteed that the money is real? There's no way a simple slut like you could get that kind of money in such a short period of time. You're not a millionaire."
Smirking and lowering her menu so that he could see her stone face, "I assure you, sir, that I'm not 'simple slut', just as you are no gentlemen."
"Come off it!" Pitta sneered and slapped his palm on the table.
Looking at the show from the bar, Scarlett's keen eye noticed that as Pitta slapped the table, Toxic's eyes turned towards him, thereby allowing Viper to lean forward slightly, his fingers lifting the cuff of his trousers high enough to expose a small pistol holstered around his ankle. Getting up, running and calling for Toxic would give them away and probably start a shootout. Keeping her head, Scarlett took her glass, rose, and calmly walked towards the table, weaving her way around the other patrons, no doubt drawing the eyes of many married men with her long red hair and elegant dress. Flattering but she only had one man in her life.
Pursing her red lips, Scarlett walked up with a smile and glittering eyes, paused and dileberately leaned forward so that her massive rack would dangle and her ample cleavage would be the clearly seen. "Excuse me, gentlemen..." she whispered in a smokey voice, "Would anyone care to help me with my drink?"
Stopping in his motion for the pistol, Viper looked up to find Scarlett's left breast dangling next to his head and his eyes grew widely. Pitta wasn't so easily swayed. "What's wrong with your drink?" he sneered, thinking of her as a barfly.
"It seems a bit...empty" Scarlett's smile widened before slammed it into Viper's face. The crystal glass shattered to a thousand pieces leaving the gangster to scream as his face ran red with blood. Yet he still managed to pull the pocket pistol from his holster. As he fell to the ground he raised it and fired blindly. "Gun!" Red yelled and kicked one of the legs from Toxic's chair out, causing the woman to fall to the ground as two rounds cracked over her head.
"Damn it!" Pitta yelled. "Kill them!"
That was Frank's cue. There were still people around them. Anyone of them could give him away. Orders were orders. He lined up a shot and fired as Toxic hit the ground. The bullet punched through the thick safety glass on the restaurant and cut through the dining room, narrowly missing Red's chest.
That's when I saw the flash. A silencer didn't fully muffle a weapon's discharge and there was still a flash. That's when where I saw it, a flash from the van's gas intake. The girls standing beside it looking at their candy were caught in the crossfire.
"Shots fired!" Red yelled.
"I'm on it!" I replied. "Lord, forgive me for what I'm about to do" and gunned the engine towards the van. It was a bad angle, beyond 30 degrees to the right. I would lose much of the velocity, still had to try. The roar of the sedan and the muffled shots caused people to stand up and look around for an apparent danger as the sedan punched out of the alley and jumped the street, crashing into the van with enough force it knocked it off the road and onto the sidewalk. People screamed and ran in every direction.
"Kidd, you okay?" Scarlett asked in my ear.
"I'm good" grunting as I freed myself from the vehicle. Stepping out and drawing my pistol, I ran around to the back of the van and opened the double doors to find a man slammed against the back wall, stunned with a suppressed rifle beside him. A sniper. His dark eyes looked at me, blood rolled from his scalp down his forehead and cheeks. Then he reached for the rifle. No hesitation, no warning. I just aimed and put two into his forehead. The sharp cracks of the pistol made people flee screaming faster.
MMMFFF! MMFUG!
Two pairs of hands rose further in the interior of the van. Stepping on the bumper, lifting myself up, eyes were glaring at me. It was Doc! And someone else. "Red, I got Doc and this other woman." Running inside and drawing a knife, I cut their bindings and gags.
"Now-lower your finger" Toxic's voice said into my ear.
Finger? That was a cue. Not for me but for someone else, someone on the outside. The only place had to be...across the street! Couldn't leave the car and risk having the alarm being raised and needing a hasty getaway. Instead I turned over the engine and steadily eased it towards the road, coming to a halt just short of it in the alley. Looking about there were so many people on the sidewalks and sitting under the awnings of restaurants enjoying their meals and company of friends and family. That's where I saw the van. Strange. People don't park on the streets here, they park in the lots and alleyways because of the heavy foot traffic on the street. There were two teenage girls standing next to it, chatting and laughing looking at something. What-I do not know.
"Red," whispering into my radio. "I got something. There's a van parked across the street."
"See anyone in it?" whispered Scarlett.
"No. I can't" I replied, craning my head about. "Windows are tinted."
Over with Toxic, Pitta chuckled as he picked up the menu. "I must say, Viola, you certainly have a talent. I admire that in a woman. Most women I know are only good for two things..." deliberately trailing off.
"Oh?" Toxic raised her eyes above the top of her menu, glaring at Pitta and knowing an insult was coming.
"Being on their backs and or being in the kitchen," Pitta glared with a sinister smile.
"Speak for yourself, chuckle fuck" Scarlett bitterly sneered.
That didn't get the rise out of Toxic that Pitta wanted. Instead Toxic merely smirked and lowered her eyes. That was surprising. Perhaps she was better trained that he realized, being able to keep her cool despite knowing her current environment. This was taking too long, Pitta thought. The money was right there for them, Toxic was dragging feet. Every moment they waited here, the more they were exposed. "Let's have it then!" Pitta cried, dropping his menu to the table. "How can we be guaranteed that the money is real? There's no way a simple slut like you could get that kind of money in such a short period of time. You're not a millionaire."
Smirking and lowering her menu so that he could see her stone face, "I assure you, sir, that I'm not 'simple slut', just as you are no gentlemen."
"Come off it!" Pitta sneered and slapped his palm on the table.
Looking at the show from the bar, Scarlett's keen eye noticed that as Pitta slapped the table, Toxic's eyes turned towards him, thereby allowing Viper to lean forward slightly, his fingers lifting the cuff of his trousers high enough to expose a small pistol holstered around his ankle. Getting up, running and calling for Toxic would give them away and probably start a shootout. Keeping her head, Scarlett took her glass, rose, and calmly walked towards the table, weaving her way around the other patrons, no doubt drawing the eyes of many married men with her long red hair and elegant dress. Flattering but she only had one man in her life.
Pursing her red lips, Scarlett walked up with a smile and glittering eyes, paused and dileberately leaned forward so that her massive rack would dangle and her ample cleavage would be the clearly seen. "Excuse me, gentlemen..." she whispered in a smokey voice, "Would anyone care to help me with my drink?"
Stopping in his motion for the pistol, Viper looked up to find Scarlett's left breast dangling next to his head and his eyes grew widely. Pitta wasn't so easily swayed. "What's wrong with your drink?" he sneered, thinking of her as a barfly.
"It seems a bit...empty" Scarlett's smile widened before slammed it into Viper's face. The crystal glass shattered to a thousand pieces leaving the gangster to scream as his face ran red with blood. Yet he still managed to pull the pocket pistol from his holster. As he fell to the ground he raised it and fired blindly. "Gun!" Red yelled and kicked one of the legs from Toxic's chair out, causing the woman to fall to the ground as two rounds cracked over her head.
"Damn it!" Pitta yelled. "Kill them!"
That was Frank's cue. There were still people around them. Anyone of them could give him away. Orders were orders. He lined up a shot and fired as Toxic hit the ground. The bullet punched through the thick safety glass on the restaurant and cut through the dining room, narrowly missing Red's chest.
That's when I saw the flash. A silencer didn't fully muffle a weapon's discharge and there was still a flash. That's when where I saw it, a flash from the van's gas intake. The girls standing beside it looking at their candy were caught in the crossfire.
"Shots fired!" Red yelled.
"I'm on it!" I replied. "Lord, forgive me for what I'm about to do" and gunned the engine towards the van. It was a bad angle, beyond 30 degrees to the right. I would lose much of the velocity, still had to try. The roar of the sedan and the muffled shots caused people to stand up and look around for an apparent danger as the sedan punched out of the alley and jumped the street, crashing into the van with enough force it knocked it off the road and onto the sidewalk. People screamed and ran in every direction.
"Kidd, you okay?" Scarlett asked in my ear.
"I'm good" grunting as I freed myself from the vehicle. Stepping out and drawing my pistol, I ran around to the back of the van and opened the double doors to find a man slammed against the back wall, stunned with a suppressed rifle beside him. A sniper. His dark eyes looked at me, blood rolled from his scalp down his forehead and cheeks. Then he reached for the rifle. No hesitation, no warning. I just aimed and put two into his forehead. The sharp cracks of the pistol made people flee screaming faster.
MMMFFF! MMFUG!
Two pairs of hands rose further in the interior of the van. Stepping on the bumper, lifting myself up, eyes were glaring at me. It was Doc! And someone else. "Red, I got Doc and this other woman." Running inside and drawing a knife, I cut their bindings and gags.