Chapter Ten
Aftermath
What is going on in here, you psycho! First you murder over twelve people in cold blood and now you turn on Mr. Green! I should shoot your sorry hide out of existence right now." I raised my gun and aimed it at the large blue pile of bloody hair. Just as I was beginning to squeeze the trigger, Randall and Deigo grabbed the gun and tackled me.
"Hold on a minute Val! Let's hear his version of what happened before you go and pass judgment. Anyway, if we do kill him, I want a shot too." Randall smiled as he handed me my gun. Deigo was putting his gun away and locking the door to the warehouse. I walked over to where Mr. Spots was standing and sat down in one of the chairs. The board with the blueprints for the diamond place still stood where it had earlier that day.
For the first real time I looked at the inside of the warehouse. It was full of old crap. Crates were stacked almost to the ceiling in one corner and in the other stood a pile of boxes, cardboard tubes, folded chairs, empty bottles and an old rusty car. It was like the place had not been used in years. Cobwebs as big as Al hung high in the corners of the room. The walls were painted green and were covered in pipes and wires. The floor was gray cement and felt ice cold to my bare feet. Hanging from the framework of steel gurters that held up the roof were old fashioned lights, the ones with the big, metal, cone shaped shades over the light bulbs.
I looked over at Mr. Green. He was still breathing, but barely. If he didn't get medical help soon he'd be dead. With every breath he took in he squirmed a little in pain. He was a pathetic sight. I knew, just as much as Randall and Deigo knew there was no way he could live. First, he had lost way too much blood. And second, even if he did live he would rat us out the first chance he'd get. I had seen stronger guys then him break down and spill their guts to the cops after a few hours under the lights. He was a major threat, he might not have known our names, but he could pin a face to a name in a scrapbook of mug shots in a heartbeat. I wasn't going to kill him though. I didn't want any blood on my hands; he had a death sentence in his gut anyway. I'd let time do the dirty work.
Finally I looked over at Mr. Spots and spoke, "So, what exactly happened, Mr. Spots? He eyed me with a look of contempt that almost made me shoot him. He laughed under his breath and spoke. "Well, here is how it went. Everything was going fine. You three were taking your sweet time in the back and me and Mr. Green were handling the crowd. Suddenly some one reached for the alarm and I stopped her." I looked at him wide eyed and screamed, "Stopped her, you freaking bashed her nose in, you hear me! Bashed her nose in!" He just looked at me and smiled. "Actually it was noses, she had three. I only got two."
I reached for my gun and Mr. Spots reached for his. "You sick piece of crap, I'm ending your miserable life right here and right now!" Before either of us had pulled our guns all the way out Deigo started yelling. "Cool it guy! Ok, Just chill. The last thing we need is another bloodbath!" Mr. Spots looked over at him. His gun was still in his hand. Just when I thought he was about to shoot Deigo he put his gun away.
"Now, where was I, oh yeh. I stopped her and one of the guards got brave and pulled his gun. I had no choice but to shut them up. They couldn't have live anyway. They were all witnesses. It wasn't my fault!"
"One of those girls looked like she was nineteen, nineteen. And you are telling me it wasn't your freaking fault! Forget all that. You're nothing but a stone cold psycho. I don't know why Al hired you." He looked at me and started laughing, "What?"
"You didn't let me get to the best part. While we were running Mr. Green over here," he shoved Mr. Green with his foot. He only rolled around and groaned in pain, "got tagged while we were going down the street. I almost left him there but I decided to get him anyway. Well, the best part is, while I was running I had to grab a cop just so I could get away. After I nabbed him the boy in blue were backed off and I was able to get away with Mr. Green and my life."
I stood up from my chair and started screaming, "You did what! You kidnapped a cop! Where is he? You had better not have done anything to him! So help me I'll . . ." Mr. Spots just kinda' giggled. "Oh, no he's still in the trunk. Come on I'll show you."
Mr. Spots walked outside. We followed. He walked to the back of his stolen car and pulled out the keys. "Wait. Don't open the trunk yet." I looked over at Deigo. "Go back in and find some duct tape or something like that." Without a word he nodded his head and disappeared back inside the huge metal building.
I knocked on the trunk, "Hey, buddy you ok in there.' I waited a moment for a response. It didn't take long. "Help, let me out of here! This guy locked me in the trunk of this car. I could here him talking about what he was going to do to me after we got to some place." I glared over at Mr. Spots. He only smiled. I turned my attention back to the trunk.
"Hey, buddy?" "Yeh?" I put my three of my hands on the trunk for support and scratched my head with the other. "I'm not going to lie to you. You are in a very bad situation. We are criminals. I don't want anything bad to happen to you so please do what I ask you to. First, when we open the trunk keep your eyes closed. One of my friends will put a strip of tape over your eye, er' eyes. If you look we will have to kill you. We can't have any witnesses, do you understand?"
"Yes, I do." I smiled; it was good to know he was cooperating. "Second, when we get you in I will tie you to a chair. Ok? Then when we leave we will drop you off some where or something like that. If you do as we say you will not get hurt, or even worse, killed. Ok?"
"Yeh, ok." Deigo had just emerged from behind the rusty door with a large grey roll of tape. Mr. Spots unlocked the trunk and threw it open. Inside in the fetal position laid a young monster in a police uniform. He was twenty or so. He had orange skin and two horns on his head. He had two long arms and a ridge of spikes down his back. I grabbed the tape and gently placed it over his eyes. "Ok, come with me." I patted the young guy on the back as I guided him to the chair I had been sitting in. After he sat down I wrapped the roll of tape around him with my other pair of hands. Deigo, Randall and, Mr. Spots went into a different room to talk. I couldn't hear what they were saying.
I looked over at the boy and started to talk to him. I had to keep him calm. "So, what's your name, kid?" He looked in the direction my voice came from. "Marvin. Marvin Noodleman. What's your name?" I smiled at the guy. "My names Val, I can't tell you my last name. Just don't say it in front of the others. There is one of them that would kill you in a heart beat."
"Ok." "What exactly is going on around here? You guys pulled of a heist or something. The way that big psycho was talking, something went wrong." I turned back around, "That's what I'd like to ask you. Do you know anything about a setup or someone working undercover?"
"No, I don't know anything. I've only been in this district for a few weeks. I don't know anything about a setup." I patted him on the shoulder. 'Ok, I don't really care if you know anything or not. Just as long as we all get out of this alright things will be fine." The little guy in the chair smiled.
"Am I going to be ok?" "Yeh, but I need you to do something for me." The police officer answered. "What?" "I need you to play dead. My boss won't let you live, so if you are dead he won't kill you. Don't worry I'm gonna' take car of it. But, when I fire my gun do not scream, you'll be fine. Ok?"
He nodded. I quickly grabbed a rag off the ground and soaked up some blood from Mr. Green's puddle and pressed it against the boy's jacket. Then I positioned the gun to his clothes so it would look like I had hit him, but he would be fine. "Ok, get ready. And play along. If you want to freaking live you had better play dead." I made sure I was whispering. Once again he nodded. I cleared my throat and started the show. "Why don't you shut up?" With that I squeezed the trigger and two loud shots rang out through the warehouse. Then I stepped back and the young unharmed officer slumped over in his chair.
Suddenly Randall and Deigo ran back into the room. They were soon followed by Mr. Spots. "What did you do that for? After everything you told him you go and shoot him, you're just as cold blooded as Spots!" I just looked over at them and smiled. Then Mr. Spots spoke up, "Yek, man! I wanted to do it!"
What is going on in here, you psycho! First you murder over twelve people in cold blood and now you turn on Mr. Green! I should shoot your sorry hide out of existence right now." I raised my gun and aimed it at the large blue pile of bloody hair. Just as I was beginning to squeeze the trigger, Randall and Deigo grabbed the gun and tackled me.
"Hold on a minute Val! Let's hear his version of what happened before you go and pass judgment. Anyway, if we do kill him, I want a shot too." Randall smiled as he handed me my gun. Deigo was putting his gun away and locking the door to the warehouse. I walked over to where Mr. Spots was standing and sat down in one of the chairs. The board with the blueprints for the diamond place still stood where it had earlier that day.
For the first real time I looked at the inside of the warehouse. It was full of old crap. Crates were stacked almost to the ceiling in one corner and in the other stood a pile of boxes, cardboard tubes, folded chairs, empty bottles and an old rusty car. It was like the place had not been used in years. Cobwebs as big as Al hung high in the corners of the room. The walls were painted green and were covered in pipes and wires. The floor was gray cement and felt ice cold to my bare feet. Hanging from the framework of steel gurters that held up the roof were old fashioned lights, the ones with the big, metal, cone shaped shades over the light bulbs.
I looked over at Mr. Green. He was still breathing, but barely. If he didn't get medical help soon he'd be dead. With every breath he took in he squirmed a little in pain. He was a pathetic sight. I knew, just as much as Randall and Deigo knew there was no way he could live. First, he had lost way too much blood. And second, even if he did live he would rat us out the first chance he'd get. I had seen stronger guys then him break down and spill their guts to the cops after a few hours under the lights. He was a major threat, he might not have known our names, but he could pin a face to a name in a scrapbook of mug shots in a heartbeat. I wasn't going to kill him though. I didn't want any blood on my hands; he had a death sentence in his gut anyway. I'd let time do the dirty work.
Finally I looked over at Mr. Spots and spoke, "So, what exactly happened, Mr. Spots? He eyed me with a look of contempt that almost made me shoot him. He laughed under his breath and spoke. "Well, here is how it went. Everything was going fine. You three were taking your sweet time in the back and me and Mr. Green were handling the crowd. Suddenly some one reached for the alarm and I stopped her." I looked at him wide eyed and screamed, "Stopped her, you freaking bashed her nose in, you hear me! Bashed her nose in!" He just looked at me and smiled. "Actually it was noses, she had three. I only got two."
I reached for my gun and Mr. Spots reached for his. "You sick piece of crap, I'm ending your miserable life right here and right now!" Before either of us had pulled our guns all the way out Deigo started yelling. "Cool it guy! Ok, Just chill. The last thing we need is another bloodbath!" Mr. Spots looked over at him. His gun was still in his hand. Just when I thought he was about to shoot Deigo he put his gun away.
"Now, where was I, oh yeh. I stopped her and one of the guards got brave and pulled his gun. I had no choice but to shut them up. They couldn't have live anyway. They were all witnesses. It wasn't my fault!"
"One of those girls looked like she was nineteen, nineteen. And you are telling me it wasn't your freaking fault! Forget all that. You're nothing but a stone cold psycho. I don't know why Al hired you." He looked at me and started laughing, "What?"
"You didn't let me get to the best part. While we were running Mr. Green over here," he shoved Mr. Green with his foot. He only rolled around and groaned in pain, "got tagged while we were going down the street. I almost left him there but I decided to get him anyway. Well, the best part is, while I was running I had to grab a cop just so I could get away. After I nabbed him the boy in blue were backed off and I was able to get away with Mr. Green and my life."
I stood up from my chair and started screaming, "You did what! You kidnapped a cop! Where is he? You had better not have done anything to him! So help me I'll . . ." Mr. Spots just kinda' giggled. "Oh, no he's still in the trunk. Come on I'll show you."
Mr. Spots walked outside. We followed. He walked to the back of his stolen car and pulled out the keys. "Wait. Don't open the trunk yet." I looked over at Deigo. "Go back in and find some duct tape or something like that." Without a word he nodded his head and disappeared back inside the huge metal building.
I knocked on the trunk, "Hey, buddy you ok in there.' I waited a moment for a response. It didn't take long. "Help, let me out of here! This guy locked me in the trunk of this car. I could here him talking about what he was going to do to me after we got to some place." I glared over at Mr. Spots. He only smiled. I turned my attention back to the trunk.
"Hey, buddy?" "Yeh?" I put my three of my hands on the trunk for support and scratched my head with the other. "I'm not going to lie to you. You are in a very bad situation. We are criminals. I don't want anything bad to happen to you so please do what I ask you to. First, when we open the trunk keep your eyes closed. One of my friends will put a strip of tape over your eye, er' eyes. If you look we will have to kill you. We can't have any witnesses, do you understand?"
"Yes, I do." I smiled; it was good to know he was cooperating. "Second, when we get you in I will tie you to a chair. Ok? Then when we leave we will drop you off some where or something like that. If you do as we say you will not get hurt, or even worse, killed. Ok?"
"Yeh, ok." Deigo had just emerged from behind the rusty door with a large grey roll of tape. Mr. Spots unlocked the trunk and threw it open. Inside in the fetal position laid a young monster in a police uniform. He was twenty or so. He had orange skin and two horns on his head. He had two long arms and a ridge of spikes down his back. I grabbed the tape and gently placed it over his eyes. "Ok, come with me." I patted the young guy on the back as I guided him to the chair I had been sitting in. After he sat down I wrapped the roll of tape around him with my other pair of hands. Deigo, Randall and, Mr. Spots went into a different room to talk. I couldn't hear what they were saying.
I looked over at the boy and started to talk to him. I had to keep him calm. "So, what's your name, kid?" He looked in the direction my voice came from. "Marvin. Marvin Noodleman. What's your name?" I smiled at the guy. "My names Val, I can't tell you my last name. Just don't say it in front of the others. There is one of them that would kill you in a heart beat."
"Ok." "What exactly is going on around here? You guys pulled of a heist or something. The way that big psycho was talking, something went wrong." I turned back around, "That's what I'd like to ask you. Do you know anything about a setup or someone working undercover?"
"No, I don't know anything. I've only been in this district for a few weeks. I don't know anything about a setup." I patted him on the shoulder. 'Ok, I don't really care if you know anything or not. Just as long as we all get out of this alright things will be fine." The little guy in the chair smiled.
"Am I going to be ok?" "Yeh, but I need you to do something for me." The police officer answered. "What?" "I need you to play dead. My boss won't let you live, so if you are dead he won't kill you. Don't worry I'm gonna' take car of it. But, when I fire my gun do not scream, you'll be fine. Ok?"
He nodded. I quickly grabbed a rag off the ground and soaked up some blood from Mr. Green's puddle and pressed it against the boy's jacket. Then I positioned the gun to his clothes so it would look like I had hit him, but he would be fine. "Ok, get ready. And play along. If you want to freaking live you had better play dead." I made sure I was whispering. Once again he nodded. I cleared my throat and started the show. "Why don't you shut up?" With that I squeezed the trigger and two loud shots rang out through the warehouse. Then I stepped back and the young unharmed officer slumped over in his chair.
Suddenly Randall and Deigo ran back into the room. They were soon followed by Mr. Spots. "What did you do that for? After everything you told him you go and shoot him, you're just as cold blooded as Spots!" I just looked over at them and smiled. Then Mr. Spots spoke up, "Yek, man! I wanted to do it!"