Chapter 12
We were on the side of a street, waiting for Michael Kin to come out of the building across the street. We were waiting in Bayman's car & he kept his eyes on the doors. I had gotten tired of waiting & crawled in the backseat to lay down. Normally I wouldn't, but Bayman had things under control. Well, I suppose I can't say that, because he did lose Silver Hands . . .
"She must have left," he had said, "I hope."
"Why do you say that?" I asked him.
"She has family . . . & they'll come for her if they find her in distress."
"Family?"
"Tell Donovan that I will be avenged," she had said when I defeated her.
So that's what she meant.
So there we were, waiting. Kin told us over the phone to wait for him there & to not go in. I didn't have time to ask why, but I knew it was for a good cause.
"Shouldn't that guy be in hiding?" I asked Bayman, "Donovan is after him."
"Kin knows best," he said back, "But I have no idea what he's doing in there."
I sat up & looked over at the building. The windows were tinted so no one could see in.
"How long have we been waiting now?" I asked as I got back in the passenger seat.
"Only an hour," he answered.
". . . Look, there he is!"
I pointed towards the doors where Kin was walking towards his limo. He was shaking people's hands as they patted him on the back.
So he still has his job?
Bayman started up the car & followed the limo down the street.
"Just where is he taking us?" I asked.
The streetlight was red. Then it turned green & the limo entered the intersection. Bayman quickly turned his head to look at something & I did as well. It was another car speeding into the intersection straight towards the limo. Bayman quickly stopped mashed on the brakes as the car rammed into the limo. Soon another car came from another side & rammed the limo then another one. I sat, shocked that three cars had hit the limo at high speed only at the backside where Kin sat. It happened quick. It was definitely Donovan's doing.
. . . He's dead . . .
Bayman didn't think so, because he quickly got out of the car & pried the limo door open. Kin fell out & just laid on the street. I got out to see. The people were out of the cars as well to see & so was the limo driver. You could hear them screaming to call 911.
Bayman knelt down to check his pulse. I didn't see any need to. Kin was so bloody & he wasn't moving an inch. I looked at him when he stood. He knew what I was asking: What do we do now? He looked over at the other cars. There was a spot of blood on the cracked windshield of one of them. That guy was dead. The other driver had his head on the steering wheel. He was dead as well. But the last driver was still alive. We saw him move around. As soon as Bayman moved, there was a gunshot & the people screamed. I stood still, wondering where it went. I touched myself.
It didn't hit me . . . It didn't hit him.
Bayman opened the car door. After staring for awhile, he turned to me.
He shot himself?
"Get in the car," he commanded me.
I did what I was told & soon Bayman was in the car as well. There were sirens in the distance as we sped off back where we came.
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I looked out the window over at the Chinese restaurant across the street. The yellow lights were bright & flashing all over the place. I had my head on the window, sitting there, reminiscing what happened earlier. It had just turned dark. The car was on the side of a park. Bayman was in the front seat, not moving at all.
I knew this would happen . . . What's the idiot doing walking around in public anyway? What the hell are we suppose to do now?
I looked over at Bayman. He was staring at the steering wheel.
"I never knew Donovan's followers were so suicidal," he said, softly.
. . . What're you trying to say?
"Some of us are," I responded, "When we have to be."
He continued to sit there.
I sat up, "Stop mourning over him! He's dead! It's not going to bring him back."
He slowly looked over at me, scowling.
Did I insult you?
"Who said I was mourning?" he looked away, "I'm just thinking."
"About what?" I asked him.
". . . Why didn't that man shoot us if he had a gun? He's working for Donovan, right? Donovan's trying to kill, we suppose. Why didn't the man shoot us instead of himself?"
Why didn't he?
"Maybe he only had one bullet," I said, not really meaning it.
"He can hang himself some other time," Bayman said, "Donovan wants us alive. He wants us to come for him."
That may be it . . .
"Think he'll set a trap?" I asked once again.
"Of coarse he will," Bayman smirked, probably thinking about how much 'fun' it would be, "If it's Donovan we're talking about."
I crossed my arms & looked back at the restaurant, "I don't have much of an artillery."
As much as I hated to admit it, but I didn't. Donovan always supplied me with weapons.
"I know a man who does," Bayman stated as he started up the car.
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I looked over the rows of weapons on the wall. There were rows of all sorts of gunfire from the ground to the ceiling. Blue lights in the middle of the rows lighted the room. The light bounced off the guns' surface making them shine. Well, to me at least. There were all sorts of guns, small ones, big ones, really big ones. And some were unusual. A little too unusual . . . Another weird thing was they were all black. Not that I didn't mind.
"What's the problem?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around to see, but he was already next to me, "I didn't think it would be hard to decide."
"Yeah, but I'm just looking for now," I responded, pointing at the guns, "This is a nice collection."
"If only you knew how much hell I went through just to get them."
"Hm . . ."
Bayman's friend, Leon, had allowed us to borrow some of his guns. He kept them in his basement. He was a really tall, beige man, really burly, bigger than Bayman & taller. Also older.
There was a doorway connecting the rest of the basement with the room. I looked behind me to see Bayman still doing what he was doing for several minutes. He was trying out some of the guns, mostly automatics, & filling them up.
"Guess I'll help you out," Leon said as he bent down.
He grabbed an automatic & gave it to me, telling me I could start off with it. Then he grabbed another gun & handed it to me. It was an unusually small one. He told me that it was for safekeeping. Then he handed me two pistols after my automatic runs out. Last, he gave me another pistol with a slender barrel.
"Silencer," he told me, pointing it, "For stealth. It's so quiet, you won't even know you fired it until you see him fall."
I raised an eyebrow.
Really?
"Five guns, be happy with what you got. The ammunition's in the back," Leon told me before we walked off to where Bayman was.
I picked up the guns & walked off past Bayman. He glanced at me to see what I got. I set the guns on a table near a closet & opened it. It contained boxes filled with bullets. As I started to load them up, I looked over at Bayman. He was talking to Leon. Leon patted him on the back then left him. When Bayman stopped what he was doing & looked at me, I continued loading up the guns.
So this is what it's come to, Donovan? You try to kill me for disobeying & I could understand why you would, but now I'm coming for you.
I instantly stopped what I was doing.
You once were my only friend & family, but now it's different . . . & it's because of me, if I had never let Bayman slip through my fingers so easily . . .
I looked over at Bayman & he looked at me.
But then again, I'm glad I did. You weren't really a friend or family, were you? All those things you've said about me being special & you appreciated me . . . It was your self-concern speaking not you . . . not your true self.
So you're going to follow Kin & I'm going to follow Donovan. They're going to make us destroy each other & when we're gone they'll hire more people to fight their own battles . . . Die fighting for someone else . . . It's what we do, isn't it? And it'll happen someday . . .
That was exactly how it was.