Here is the next chapter for you guys!
Things are really heating up now, huh?
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Green and Mr White joined Mr Pink and Mr Blonde outside, where Blonde was unlocking the trunk of a red Chevy. Mr Pink was pacing about beside him when they got there.
"We still gotta get outta here, you guys," he said, nervously.
"We're gonna sit here, and wait," argued Blonde.
Mr White put his hands on his hips, "For what, the cops?"
"Plus, Orange is still bleeding in there," cut in Green. She stopped touching her head, as the blood began to stop.
"We're waitin' for Nice Guy Eddie."
"What makes you think Nice Guy is anywhere but on a plane to Costa Rica by now?" Pink stepped back from the trunk unconsciously.
"'Cause I just talked to him," answered Blonde, "He's on his way down here. Nobody's going anywhere 'til he gets here."
"How far away is he?" Green was relieved, but still worried. None of them had any idea what Eddie would be like when he got to the warehouse.
"A few minutes, maybe."
"Why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place?" raged White.
Blonde paused, turning to White, "You never asked."
"Hardy-fuckin'-har," frowned White. "What'd he say?"
"Stay put." Blonde placed his hand on the trunk, "Take a look at the surprise I brought you."
He opened the trunk to reveal a policeman, tied at the hands and feet, with duct tape around his mouth. His eyes squinted in the bright sunlight, and he began to take quick and panicked breaths. They all smirked mischievously as he squirmed, Mr Blonde lightly slapping him in the face as he grinned down at his prize.
"Since we gotta wait for Nice Guy, let's talk to our boy in blue here," Blonde smiled, "And see if he knows anything about this 'rat' business."
Green stepped back as Blonde and White grabbed the cop by the hands and legs, carrying him roughly into the warehouse. His muffled cries could be heard through the duct tape as Pink began to kick him in the back. Green followed on behind quietly, biting her nails as she began to feel sorry for the cop. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, even if it was a cop, but she wanted to know who the rat was as much as anyone. She doubted he knew anything anyway; higher-ups never told the cops anything, and the man looked relatively young.
She entered the warehouse after the three men, who were already in the process of hanging the cop to the ceiling by his hands with some rope. Green took off her heels again and held them in her hand, not wanting to draw attention to herself whilst they were in a violent mood. She took slow steps towards them, as she watched the action unfold.
The men took it in turns to punch the cop, hitting him in the face, stomach and legs as he swung on the rope. Blood splatters could be seen leaving his mouth every time they punched him in the jaw. He let out an agonised cry, but it was stopped by Mr Pink throwing his fist in his face.
"Maybe try asking him who set us up?" suggested Green. Mr White turned and nodded to her, putting his hands out to stop Pink and Blonde.
"Answer the lady, cop," demanded White, glaring at the young officer.
The cop continued to swing, coughing and spluttering as he tried to answer, "I don't know anything."
"You fucking lie!" cried Pink, punching him again. "Who the fuck was it?"
"I'm telling you, I don't-" He was interrupted by White's fist, and the punching began again.
Green moved over to a chair at the wall and sat down, not wanting to take part in the violence. It wasn't going to get them answers, but they wouldn't listen anyway; they just wanted to blow off some steam, and she wasn't going to stop that.
She glanced over to where Mr Orange was still hunched over on the ground. His slight chest movements were the only thing that made him look like he was still alive. Green swallowed a breath, hoping for Eddie to turn up soon.
"What do you know about the set up?" She heard White ask as Pink punched the cop in the stomach. She hadn't noticed that the men had taken him down and tied him to a chair. There were spots of blood all around him, and his face looked swollen.
"I don't-" Another blow to the face stopped him from talking.
Green continued to watch the men beat him, when she noticed Mr Blonde looking at her. She caught his eye, trying not to show him any emotion. She shivered as he smiled at her, and he began to walk closer to her.
"How's your head?" he asked.
Green remained wary, "Still sore."
He smirked, glancing at White and Pink before returning his gaze to her, "You're not keen on my present, are you?"
"It's not the best one I've seen…but not the worst." She folded her arms, "He doesn't know anything, you do know that. Right?"
"Yeah, I know." He sat on the chair next to her, clasping his hands and hunching over, "I just figured we could have a little fun."
"You're idea of fun sickens me."
Blonde laughed, "Yeah, well, everybody's different." He leaned back into the chair and lit a cigarette from his pocket.
"Why aren't you joining in?"
Blonde took a draw before looking at her, grinning, "I have my own plans."
Green gulped as he winked at her. He stood up and walked casually over to where White and Pink were still beating up the cop. She stood up too, but didn't move from where she was. Instead, she remained, listening to the questions and the thuds of fists as they continued punching the cop.
A loud banging noise announced the arrival of Eddie, as he slammed the door off of the warehouse wall. His features were twisted into an angry frown as he stormed over to where the three men were beating up the cop, glancing quickly over to where Green was seated.
He reached the men, "What in the Sam Hill's goin' on?"
"We got a cop," said Pink.
"Where the fuck is Joe?" demanded White.
Eddie surveyed the room, before acknowledging Mr Orange bleeding on the floor, "Shit, Orange's all fucked up!"
"He's dying, Eddie," called Green, putting on her heels and joining the men. Mr Blonde had left the group to sit on a box by the door to finish off his cigarette. "We need to get him to a doctor. It should have been done long ago."
"We were set up," said Pink, "The cops were waiting for us."
"Bullshit! Nobody set anybody up." Eddie seemed offended by the idea.
"If you'd seen the amount of cops, you would have thought the same, Eddie," reasoned Green, "Place was crawlin' with them."
"You weren't there, Eddie, we were!" yelled Pink, "The cops had the store staked out."
"Okay, Mr fucking Detective," humoured Eddie, "If you're so fuckin' smart, who'd ya think did it?"
"That's what we've been askin' each other," sighed White.
"And what are your answers?" raged Eddie, his hand flailing about in anger as he spoke, "You think it was me? You think I set you up?"
"I don't know," Pink took a step closer to Eddie, "But somebody did."
"Where's Joseph?" called Blonde.
"I dunno. I talked to Dov. He said Daddy's coming down and he's fuckin' pissed."
"I knew he would be," muttered Green, walked over to where Orange was still unconscious. She had seen Joe mad plenty of times, but she was never in the firing line for it. She knelt down next to Orange, checking his pulse on his neck. She still had his blood on her shirt, but she was passed caring about that.
"What are you gonna do about him?" questioned White, pointing to where Green and Orange were.
"Gimme a fuckin' chance to breath," said Eddie, "I got a few questions of my own."
"You ain't dyin', he is!"
"I can see that, Mr Compassion. I'll call somebody."
"Who?" asked Green, her hand still on Orange's neck.
Eddie turned to look at Green, his jaw clenching as he saw her with Orange, "A snake charmer, what the fuck d'you think?"
Green shook her head at his sarcasm. She wasn't in the mood to deal with pissed-off-Eddie, not with Orange dying next to her. She tuned out of the conversation, only interested in when they were going to fix Orange up. She absent-mindedly smoothed his hair down, which seemed to help her calm down a little.
The cop was still sitting on the chair behind them, his head drooped forward and blood dripping out of his nose. Green pitied him; now that he had seen them, there was no doubt he was a dead man. He was a young man, maybe in his late twenties; he definitely didn't seem like an experienced cop.
Green stood up and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the concrete. She knelt down in front of him, looking at his face. His breathing was shallow, and he was covered in blood, his eye beginning to swell. She took out a tissue from her sleeve and began to wipe his face. The cop flinched away from her, but stopped when he realised she wasn't hurting him.
Eddie caught sight of what she was doing, watching her curiously. He turned to the men as he spoke, but walked closer to where the cop was.
"I take it this is the bastard you told me about?"
"No, he's in the other room, helping himself to some water and cake." If Eddie was going to give her sarcasm, Green was going to throw it right back at him.
"Shut up, Green." He leaned towards the cop, staring at his face. Green held his head up for him, gently supporting his forehead as he winced at the contact. "Why the fuck did you beat the shit out of him?"
"He'll tell us who set us up." Pink watched as Green continued to wipe his face. The damage was clearer when the blood was gone. He had a few cuts on his eyebrows and cheeks, possibly from Mr White's ring. His jaw looked slightly out of line also; the men had broken it.
"Will you stop with that shit! You beat him hard enough, he'll tell ya he started the Chicago fire, but that don't make it fuckin' so!"
Green finished cleaning the cops face and threw the tissue away, still holding his head up. The cop was shivering, and his breaths were quickening as they talked about him. Green placed a hand on his ribs, and he screamed at the touch, squirming away from her. Mr Pink punched his face, hushing his screams.
"Well done, assholes," spoke Green, "You broke some ribs by the looks of things."
"Good for him," Eddie pointed to Mr Blonde, "Blonde. Stay here and babysit Orange and the cop."
"You can't leave him here with them!" shouted White.
"Why not?"
"Because he's a fuckin' pyscho! He's the reason the place turned into a shootin' gallery!" He gestured to Pink, "What are you, silent partner? Tell him!"
"He seems alright now, but he went crazy in the store."
"You were panicking about him earlier," noted Green, "You said you were gonna shoot him."
"This is what he was doing." Mr White pointed to the ground with his forefinger, shouting "BAM!" and moving his hand at each yell.
Mr Blonde jumped off of the box and walked over to the group, "I told 'em not to touch the alarm, they did. I blew 'em all full of holes. If they hadn't done, what I told 'em not to do, they'd still be alive."
"That's your excuse?" asked Green, standing up to meet his gaze.
"For going on a kill-crazy rampage?" White was becoming more and more angrier as he walked towards them.
"I don't like alarms."
"Look," cut in Eddie, "What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't letting him go, not after he's seen our faces."
"I never saw anything-"
Mr Pink punched the cop again before he could finish talking, with much more force than the last one. He rubbed his knuckles from the blow, "Shut the fuck up!" He looked at Eddie, "We were trying to find out about the set up."
"There is no fuckin' set up!" Eddie pointed at Blonde, "Now Blondie! You stay here and take care of these two! Pink, Green and White, you come with me! If Joe gets here and sees all these cars, he's gonna be as pissed as I am at you all!"
Green glared at Blonde as he stood over her. He grinned maliciously at her, and winked at her again. She pushed past him, walking behind Pink, White and Eddie as they left the warehouse. She threw one last glance towards the scene behind her; Mr Orange was still motionless, and the cop was shaking in his chair. Mr Blonde stood where he was, looking down at the cop.
She left the warehouse, closing the door behind her. Eddie walked up to her, his gun in his hand as he pointed at her with his other hand.
"If I see any more o' that touchy-feely shit with Orange again, I'll fuckin' shoot ya!"
She took a step forward, their noses merely inches apart, "Fuck you, Eddie."
He slapped her, and she reacted by holding her hand to her face and doing the exact same back to him. They glared at each other for a few seconds before Eddie muttered to her:
"You fuckin' stay there. Me, Pink and White will be back soon. Keep look out, and make a better job of it than you did at the bank…"
He turned on his heel and left, as Green shot him an angry look as he got into his car and drove away, leaving her standing outside the warehouse.
How dare he say she did a terrible job? He wasn't there. She had done exactly as she was told, which was what most of them had done.
She lit a cigarette, realising it was her last, and took a long, grateful draw. She looked at the warehouse door; things seemed a bit too quiet in there…
