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I ran across the alley. The thugs
missed me. I decided that a safe place to go was the police.
'So, Debar then signaled those guys?'
'Yeah, Beck.' She glared at me. ' –Y.'
'We suspected that he was involved
with Alex's gang. I guess this clinches it.'
'Aw man. I just plugged those two, and
sent the other one up.'
'I suppose I should warn you: Brit
escaped.'
'Great. Just great.' I left, and
foolishly declined police help. I wanted my mind off the case for a bit, and I
went into the local bookstore. It seemed safe. Then the costumers and staff,
except for 5 brutes working for Brit, left and a gunshot fired, within 8
seconds of each other. I pulled out my friend.
A squeaky wheel came from behind me. I
turned, and saw Brit herself and the 3 thugs/workers I met before.
'We met again. This time, it'll be the
last.'
'Can't we talk this over?' The thugs
aimed their Tommy guns at me. 'Last request?'
'All right. If you'll go quietly then.
What you want?'
'Smoke and rum.' I was raking my mind
for ways to escape. I finally thought of a conceivable one, and tried it.