An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Seven:
Jimmy put his gun into the bedside drawer in the motel room. It was pretty much all you could expect from a cheap, roadside motel. You have the mediocre double-bed up against the wall, the nightstand with a cheap alarm-clock radio, and your small desk with a lamp that barely lights up anything.
"What a day…" Jimmy yawned as he laid back onto the bed. It was finally darkening outside, as he could see through his tiny window. After all, he'd watched his friend get shot, ran from the police for a while, stolen from a gang lord, and illegally jumped the Mexican-American border.
Little did he know that both Carl and his father were dead too.
Jimmy had a lot to think about. He'd failed to get directions to Montoya's house from that 7-11 owner. He'd also tried a gas-station owner with the same result. Both men ran away at the sound of that name, 'Armando Montoya'.
Jimmy knew that he'd probably be afraid as well if he didn't need help so desperately. He didn't know much about the man he was going to see, and you always fear most what you don't know about. Besides, from what Jimmy did know of him, he didn't seem like the kinda guy you'd like to meet in a dark alley.
Either way, Jimmy had to know where to go next. Should he just continue asking around? That probably wouldn't lead to much success. Should he try to make contact with the gang for directions? No, that might be too difficult to get in touch with them. So what should he do?
Jimmy finally put the question to rest. The last thing he needed was another thing on his mind. Other topics included Sheen and his wife's whereabouts. Another was whether or not Castillo or Lazanno were sending anyone soon?
And what about Detective West? That didn't matter, he thought. West didn't even have authority in Mexico! Jimmy finally settled on just getting some sleep.
He was going to need it for tomorrow.
Down the hallway was another room with some familiar faces inside. Sheen and Cindy were just settling in.
"What do we do tomorrow, Sheen?" Cindy asked as she brushed her teeth. She was dressed in a small nightgown and was about ready to go to bed.
"We should," Sheen stopped to spit as he brushed his teeth, "probably try to find Jimmy somewhere and get this wound all fixed up." Sheen signaled to his gunshot wound in his shoulder that he'd suffered from the fight earlier. It wasn't hurting much, nor was it bleeding much, but it was probably a good idea to get it treated.
"Yeah, we should stop by a hospital soon. It's starting to look worse."
"Yup, now lets get some sleep." Sheen agreed and walked from the bathroom to the bed, but noticed something odd.
"There's only one bed…" Sheen said awkwardly.
"Ohhh... yeah… um.." Cindy realized too, "I guess we could share it…"
"I guess, just keep your distance.. I don't want to do anything weird." Sheen explained.
"I won't do anything weird, I'm married!" Cindy laughed.
"O.. Okay, Ci.. Cindy." Sheen mumbled. He was obviously getting woozy. Sheen spun around in a daze, sweating.
"Sheen? Are you okay?" Cindy asked, concerned. Sheen couldn't hear her. Everything was blurring up, and he looked to his wound. It was starting to hurt a lot. He finally collapsed to the floor.
"Oh my god, Sheen!" Cindy cried. She tried reviving him for a few seconds before running to the phone. She dialed 911 as soon as possible.
The people on the other line began speaking in Spanish. Unfortunately for Cindy, she couldn't speak the native language of the country she was in! She quickly hung up, knowing it was no use at all. Her only hope was that somebody in the motel could help.
"Hello! Help!" Cindy went door to door, looking for help. Nine out of every ten doors she stopped at couldn't speak English. Then there were tourists who couldn't help whatsoever. Then there was room A11.
"Please help!" Cindy knocked over and over on the door. Inside that very door, a man awoke after getting about five minutes of sleep and opened the door, dazed. Nothing could have prepared him for what was on the other side of that wooden door.
Jimmy opened the door and stood, shocked and speechless at the woman on the other side.
"J..Jimmy?" Cindy stood in equal disbelief.
"Cindy?" Jimmy managed to muster the strength to speak.
The two quickly embraced and shared a romantic kiss. They hadn't seen each other since they left Madagascar. They had to share this moment, and they would have, had Sheen not been lying emotionless and dying.
"Honey, Sheens dying in my room from a gunshot! We need help!" Cindy explained in a panic.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What??!" Jimmy had trouble processing everything that was happening.
"Sheen's dying, we need your help!" Cindy repeated, looking in all different directions for some sort of sign.
"Okay, lets ask the front desk if there are any cops or paramedics in the building." Jimmy explained, grabbing his wife and heading to the front desk. He quickly began speaking in Spanish.
"¿Hay policía en el edificio?" Jimmy said, which means: Are there any police in the building?
"Sí, hay alguna policía Americana en el espacio B9." the woman answered, which means: Yes, there are some American police in room B9.
"Gracious!" Jimmy quickly thanked the woman and ran to the room. He knocked three times.
"Okay, okay, what is it?" the cop said, tired as if he'd just woken up.
"Look, we have a gunshot victim in our room and we need your help!" Jimmy explained loudly.
"Shhh! Calm down, lets step outside." the cop quieted Jimmy down, "What's your name?"
"Jimmy Neutron."
The cop's face went blank. He looked back inside the room to ensure the other man in there was sleeping.
"Listen closely! My name is Officer Gregory Wade, and me and the man in there are supposed to find and arrest you!" the cop began.
"Oh, god!" Jimmy realized his mistake and was about to hold up his hands when the cop continued speaking.
"It's okay, I don't want to arrest you, so I'll help you. Now, Detective West will kill me if he finds out about this, so keep quiet and leave here when I'm finished. Now bring me to him."
Jimmy was relieved to have a nice guy like Officer Wade help him. He lead Wade up the stairs and to Cindy's room, with Cindy right behind them.
"There he is!" Cindy cried as she showed the man Sheen's unconscious body., "Is he still alive?"
"He's breathing, so listen. I can get the bullet out and revive him, but I need you to do as I say. Can you do that?" Wade explained.
"Whatever you say, officer." Cindy and Jimmy said at the same time.
"Somebody go into the mini-kitchen and get me two knives."
"Okay." Jimmy ran into the kitchen and removed two steel knives from the drawer by the refrigerator. Jimmy couldn't help but notice that Cindy's room was bigger and better than his.
"Here." Jimmy handed him the knives. Officer Wade quickly took them and pried the bullet from the shoulder of Sheen.
"Okay, now I need that lamp over there!" Wade yelled to Cindy. Cindy quickly ran to the lamp and unplugged it.
"No, keep it plugged!" Wade corrected her. She plugged it back in and handed it to Wade. Wade removed the shade from the top and pressed his hands against the tip. It shocked his fingers. Perfect!
Officer Wade took the lamp and yelled, "Clear!", as he thrust the lamp into Sheens chest. It shocked Sheen and pulled his chest into the air. He did it again.
"Should he be back yet?" Cindy asked, nervously.
"This time should do it!" Wade answered and thrust it into his chest again, "Clear!!"
"Ahhh!" Sheen gasped as he shocked back to life, "What happened?"
"You passed out from your gunshot wound. You're back now." Jimmy explained, happy at the sight of his friend.
"Jimmy? Is that you?" Sheen looked at his pal, confused.
Jimmy and Cindy quickly explained their experiences to each other. Jimmy was told of Carl's death and the supposed 'rat' in the gang. Sheen and Cindy where asked directions to Armando Montoya's. Sheen knew the way, and offered to bring them there. Nobody brought themselves to mention Jimmy's father.
"So, you'll bring me to Armando's?" Jimmy asked as they walked to their cars. Officer Wade had said for them to leave, so they were. They could change clothes later.
"Yeah, man. We got some catching up to do!" Sheen laughed as they all stepped into Sheen's car, leaving Jimmy's behind.
They drove off into the distance, united again.
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