You guys still there? Good. Stay there. Things are about to get
interesting.
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///A homeless man was been found shot to death in a Ladies bathroom in Northern Alberta. The man, who has not yet been identified, was killed around twelve o'clock yesterday. As yet, the police have no leads, though the partial footprint of a Ladies size seven shoe was found near the body.
In other news sixteen-year-old Indiana-Chicago Munroe, the only survivor of the horrific thirty-car pile up in Toronto last month has been declared a missing person. Miss Munroe who disappeared from an Athabasca shopping Mall- -- ///
Major John Murphy clicked of the news program with a smile.
"Sergeant Thompson get me all the security videos for that Athabasca mall on April first will you? And get me a file on this Munroe girl."
"Yes Sir!"
Murphy sat staring at the screen long after Thompson left, eventually he whispered
"You have something of mine little girl, and I plan to get it back, whatever the cost."
.......
Indiana let out an involuntary hiss of pain when she got off the bike. Sitting so long in one position was hell on the knees. Logan wanted to stop for a while in Fort McMurray and Indiana had some things she thought it wise to take care of.
Logan turned as soon as the hiss was past her lips.
"You all right Kid?"
He asked concerned. Indiana smiled, or tried to, it looked rather like a grimace, and nodded. By way of hand signals Indiana conveyed that she'd meet him in three hours. Logan nodded and turned to go. Indiana hesitantly put out a hand to stop him.
Thank You, she mouthed.
"No problem Kid. Be careful."
Indiana nodded.
.........
Joe's Guns & Knives was a-way off the main strip, tucked between a Pawnshop and a run down Bar, it was not the most inviting place. Indiana slowly made her way across the street and pushed open the door. The man behind the counter looked up as she entered. Indiana tried to look scared and venerable. Walking over to the counter she took a pen and one of the many fliers that littered the counter top.
/Good afternoon. I was wondering if you would be kind enough to tell me the sort of bullets this gun would take?/
Indiana took the handgun she had taken off the floor of the bathroom out of the pocket of her jacket and placed it on the counter.
/My boyfriend gave it to me for protection when we were together but we broke up a week ago. I need some bullets in case he. If something happens./
Joe looked on the girl with sympathy. The girl he was currently with had had an abusive ex.
"I take it you were the one that ended it?"
He asked. The girl nodded.
"You get twenty in a box, boxes are thirty bucks each."
/Okay. Do you think you could give me some pointers on shooting this thing?/
Joe came out from behind the counter; taking the gun he set his feet against the recall.
"This is a forty-five, okay?"
She nodded
"Safety off. Dynamic tension,"
He took her right hand and set it in position on the right side of the gun
"Left hand, right hand, palms pressed together, okay? Cover your ass."
He pointed around the room
"Twelve, three, six, nine, wherever you look, always. Never look in a direction the gun ain't pointing, you understand?"
Indiana nodded. She shoved the gun back in her pants and reached into her shirt for the hundred dollars she had left.
/I'll take three boxes./
Joe rang 'em up and put them in a paper bag. As Indiana turned to go he caught her arm.
"Here girl, take off your jacket."
She gave him a suspicious look.
"Trust me."
Warily Indiana took of the duster. Joe went back behind the counter, sliding open the display case he took out a single shoulder holster. Sliding her arms into it Joe began to adjust it to fit. Taking the gun from her pants Indiana handed it to Joe. Joe slid it home, than helped her put the duster back on.
"See, it's invisible under ya coat."
Indiana reached for her remaining bills but Joe held up a hand.
"It's on the house, Kid. The world's a dangerous place, and you might need it to fend off more than your ex."
With a smile he pushed the girl, more grateful then he could ever know, out the door.
........
Indiana headed back to the main drag. Halfway to where Logan had parked the bike she came across a Post Office. Walking in she found a sheet of paper and started to write:
() Dear Bi and Sill,
Don't worry too much. I'm fine. I just have some things to take care of. I hope everything is fine and you haven't been blamed for me scooting. It was nothing either of you did, so don't blame yourselves. I was thinking of getting out anyway, before this thing came up. I'm not sure if I'll be back, but if I do you guys are the first people I'll find. I don't think when I was in the hospital I ever appreciated how much they did for me. I do now. Take care of yourselves. I love you guys.
Indiana. ()
Indiana went to the counter and brought a prepaid envelope, slipping the letter inside she handed it to the woman behind the counter and walked out. There was still two hours until she had to meet Logan, and Indiana had a total of five dollars left. Without any remorse or guilt she decided that she had to change that.
.............
*Here we are now* She gave a wolfish smile.
Indiana followed the suit for two blocks until he approached an ally-way. Striding forward she upholstered the forty-five and pressed it to the old guy's ribs, while slipping her other hand into his pocket. Keeping the gun on him she checked through. She ignored the various credit cards and just concentrated on the cash.
*Three hundred dollars! What kind of idiot carries around three hundred dollars cash?*
Indiana shoved the bills down the front of her shirt, than threw the wallet back to the old guy, who was now kneeling. She saluted him with the gun; re- holstered it, then turned and ran.
.........
She found Logan sitting outside a small cafe. He was reading one of the major newspapers and had a plate of toasted sandwiches in front of him.
"Get what you wanted done?"
He inquired politely. Indiana smiled and nodded. Taking out the pad and pen she had brought Indiana started to write.
/How far are you going Logan?/
"I can take you as far as suburban New York. I'm thinking of visiting some friends."
Indiana nodded, motioning the pad back she asked a question to which she hoped Logan would know the answer to.
/Logan would you know where West Chester County is?/
Alarm bells started going off in Logan's head.
"What part of West Chester are you looking for?"
/Salem Center. Do you know where it is?/
"Yeah, I know the place."
As Indiana leaned closer to Logan a chain fell out from beneath her top. Logan watched as the encircled X caught the afternoon sun.
/Is it anywhere near where your friends live?/
"Yeah, it is actually. Why you going' to New York anyway?"
/I got commandeered to deliver a package. And the guy that gave me it has recently become deceased. So I'm on my own./
"I'm sorry."
/Don't be, I'm not. Though I wish he had have died after telling me who I was supposed to deliver it to./
"You don't know?"
/Nope. All I have is an address./
"What's the address?"
/1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, West Chester County, New York./
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///A homeless man was been found shot to death in a Ladies bathroom in Northern Alberta. The man, who has not yet been identified, was killed around twelve o'clock yesterday. As yet, the police have no leads, though the partial footprint of a Ladies size seven shoe was found near the body.
In other news sixteen-year-old Indiana-Chicago Munroe, the only survivor of the horrific thirty-car pile up in Toronto last month has been declared a missing person. Miss Munroe who disappeared from an Athabasca shopping Mall- -- ///
Major John Murphy clicked of the news program with a smile.
"Sergeant Thompson get me all the security videos for that Athabasca mall on April first will you? And get me a file on this Munroe girl."
"Yes Sir!"
Murphy sat staring at the screen long after Thompson left, eventually he whispered
"You have something of mine little girl, and I plan to get it back, whatever the cost."
.......
Indiana let out an involuntary hiss of pain when she got off the bike. Sitting so long in one position was hell on the knees. Logan wanted to stop for a while in Fort McMurray and Indiana had some things she thought it wise to take care of.
Logan turned as soon as the hiss was past her lips.
"You all right Kid?"
He asked concerned. Indiana smiled, or tried to, it looked rather like a grimace, and nodded. By way of hand signals Indiana conveyed that she'd meet him in three hours. Logan nodded and turned to go. Indiana hesitantly put out a hand to stop him.
Thank You, she mouthed.
"No problem Kid. Be careful."
Indiana nodded.
.........
Joe's Guns & Knives was a-way off the main strip, tucked between a Pawnshop and a run down Bar, it was not the most inviting place. Indiana slowly made her way across the street and pushed open the door. The man behind the counter looked up as she entered. Indiana tried to look scared and venerable. Walking over to the counter she took a pen and one of the many fliers that littered the counter top.
/Good afternoon. I was wondering if you would be kind enough to tell me the sort of bullets this gun would take?/
Indiana took the handgun she had taken off the floor of the bathroom out of the pocket of her jacket and placed it on the counter.
/My boyfriend gave it to me for protection when we were together but we broke up a week ago. I need some bullets in case he. If something happens./
Joe looked on the girl with sympathy. The girl he was currently with had had an abusive ex.
"I take it you were the one that ended it?"
He asked. The girl nodded.
"You get twenty in a box, boxes are thirty bucks each."
/Okay. Do you think you could give me some pointers on shooting this thing?/
Joe came out from behind the counter; taking the gun he set his feet against the recall.
"This is a forty-five, okay?"
She nodded
"Safety off. Dynamic tension,"
He took her right hand and set it in position on the right side of the gun
"Left hand, right hand, palms pressed together, okay? Cover your ass."
He pointed around the room
"Twelve, three, six, nine, wherever you look, always. Never look in a direction the gun ain't pointing, you understand?"
Indiana nodded. She shoved the gun back in her pants and reached into her shirt for the hundred dollars she had left.
/I'll take three boxes./
Joe rang 'em up and put them in a paper bag. As Indiana turned to go he caught her arm.
"Here girl, take off your jacket."
She gave him a suspicious look.
"Trust me."
Warily Indiana took of the duster. Joe went back behind the counter, sliding open the display case he took out a single shoulder holster. Sliding her arms into it Joe began to adjust it to fit. Taking the gun from her pants Indiana handed it to Joe. Joe slid it home, than helped her put the duster back on.
"See, it's invisible under ya coat."
Indiana reached for her remaining bills but Joe held up a hand.
"It's on the house, Kid. The world's a dangerous place, and you might need it to fend off more than your ex."
With a smile he pushed the girl, more grateful then he could ever know, out the door.
........
Indiana headed back to the main drag. Halfway to where Logan had parked the bike she came across a Post Office. Walking in she found a sheet of paper and started to write:
() Dear Bi and Sill,
Don't worry too much. I'm fine. I just have some things to take care of. I hope everything is fine and you haven't been blamed for me scooting. It was nothing either of you did, so don't blame yourselves. I was thinking of getting out anyway, before this thing came up. I'm not sure if I'll be back, but if I do you guys are the first people I'll find. I don't think when I was in the hospital I ever appreciated how much they did for me. I do now. Take care of yourselves. I love you guys.
Indiana. ()
Indiana went to the counter and brought a prepaid envelope, slipping the letter inside she handed it to the woman behind the counter and walked out. There was still two hours until she had to meet Logan, and Indiana had a total of five dollars left. Without any remorse or guilt she decided that she had to change that.
.............
*Here we are now* She gave a wolfish smile.
Indiana followed the suit for two blocks until he approached an ally-way. Striding forward she upholstered the forty-five and pressed it to the old guy's ribs, while slipping her other hand into his pocket. Keeping the gun on him she checked through. She ignored the various credit cards and just concentrated on the cash.
*Three hundred dollars! What kind of idiot carries around three hundred dollars cash?*
Indiana shoved the bills down the front of her shirt, than threw the wallet back to the old guy, who was now kneeling. She saluted him with the gun; re- holstered it, then turned and ran.
.........
She found Logan sitting outside a small cafe. He was reading one of the major newspapers and had a plate of toasted sandwiches in front of him.
"Get what you wanted done?"
He inquired politely. Indiana smiled and nodded. Taking out the pad and pen she had brought Indiana started to write.
/How far are you going Logan?/
"I can take you as far as suburban New York. I'm thinking of visiting some friends."
Indiana nodded, motioning the pad back she asked a question to which she hoped Logan would know the answer to.
/Logan would you know where West Chester County is?/
Alarm bells started going off in Logan's head.
"What part of West Chester are you looking for?"
/Salem Center. Do you know where it is?/
"Yeah, I know the place."
As Indiana leaned closer to Logan a chain fell out from beneath her top. Logan watched as the encircled X caught the afternoon sun.
/Is it anywhere near where your friends live?/
"Yeah, it is actually. Why you going' to New York anyway?"
/I got commandeered to deliver a package. And the guy that gave me it has recently become deceased. So I'm on my own./
"I'm sorry."
/Don't be, I'm not. Though I wish he had have died after telling me who I was supposed to deliver it to./
"You don't know?"
/Nope. All I have is an address./
"What's the address?"
/1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, West Chester County, New York./