CHAPTER THIRTEEN. - Goin-a-hunting pt2
Jeff was in the kitchen of his father's house, pacing up and down and generally wearing a hole in the tiles. Knowing he was about to walk into the cupboards Jeff turned around and walked back to the other wall. He'd been pacing pretty much continually for half an hour, before he heard a car pull up outside the house. The engine turned off and the door slammed shut. There was a knock at the front door. Jeff picked his large gym bag off the table and carried it to the front door with him.
"You ready to roll?" Sasha asked as he opened the door.
"Hell yeah!" Jeff responded stepping outside and shutting the door behind him. Inside he began to regret not saying goodbye to Chloe, but he knew he shouldn't involve her in this.
Together Sasha and Jeff walked to her car. She put Jeff's bag in the trunk, here I landed with a satisfying clunk, and opened the door for him.
"The seats low." She warned as he eased into the car. Seconds later she sat in her seat and started the engine. A smile spread over Jeff's face as the engine revved and roared into action with a satisfying growl.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Vette." She replied her face matching his. They sped off down the road and out of the town, heading away from civilisation. They didn't speak much on the way; each deep in their own thoughts. Sasha thought about her past and her regrets, and Jeff thought about the future, knowing that their next actions would be one of the defining periods of theirs lives. If things went to plan then life wouldn't change much. If things failed then the life after that couldn't be born to think about. He began to plan the coming days in his head, going over and over until he knew exactly where he had to be and when. He knew who should be there, who shouldn't, how things would pan out if everything went to plan, backup plans in case things deviated.
For two days they drove stopping at friend's houses on the way and gradually gathering a following. With every person they managed to collect Sasha asked Jeff if it was enough, but it never was. Jeff's plans seemed to be getting bigger by the hour until they all began to worry that he was taking them out of their depth. The anger was building in Jeff, a sight they had all seen before, but never to this extent. All the pent up aggression left from no longer being able to wrestle or ride his bikes was beginning to kick in; Jeff was getting scary.
Finally, as they pulled away from a house having gained a twentieth person Jeff turned to Sasha and just said.
"That's enough."
Another two days later and the group of unlikely looking comrades were scattered around the interior of an old barn in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the room sat a man in his late twenties. He was blindfolded, gagged and tied to the chair. He had been dragged out of his bed and was still dressed for sleep. His body was tense with fear and expectancy as he waited to be spoken to. To find out who his captors were and what they wanted.
There was a flurry of sounds around the room and then a lot of suspects. He guessed that people were being asked to leave and that it was all about to kick off. Footsteps closed in behind him and his head was shoved forward as someone fiddled to untie his gag.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He called out as soon as he was able.
"I'm an old friend, come back for what's mine" Jeff spoke from his standing point directly in front of the man.
"Hardy." The name was spoken with intense distrust. "Thought you were going down."
"Wrong Hardy."
"Ah the little brother."
"Not so little anymore."
"Doesn't matter. You'll follow big brother down anyway."
"Umm. I wanted to talk to you about that. Cos it seems that someone has been talking to the cops. And y'all know how much we dislike the cops." The man didn't respond other than a slight laugh. "Well we were thinking, you know, hey lets go ask Jimmy, cos after all you were our intelligence man." A few snickers came from the walls.
"I was your intelligence man until you kicked me out and shot at me."
"Oh, you're not still bitter are you? After all you did sell out."
The man sat laughing for a minute.
"You find something funny? Well hey, tell all."
"You really are clueless aren't you? You really have no idea who's calling the shots now. How about Sasha? Have you found her yet? Have you quizzed her? Found out who she works for in order to own that lovely corvette."
"Stop passing the buck and give me some answers."
"There's a different person calling the shots since you left it all. Find who it is and you'll find all the answers you need."
Jeff was in the kitchen of his father's house, pacing up and down and generally wearing a hole in the tiles. Knowing he was about to walk into the cupboards Jeff turned around and walked back to the other wall. He'd been pacing pretty much continually for half an hour, before he heard a car pull up outside the house. The engine turned off and the door slammed shut. There was a knock at the front door. Jeff picked his large gym bag off the table and carried it to the front door with him.
"You ready to roll?" Sasha asked as he opened the door.
"Hell yeah!" Jeff responded stepping outside and shutting the door behind him. Inside he began to regret not saying goodbye to Chloe, but he knew he shouldn't involve her in this.
Together Sasha and Jeff walked to her car. She put Jeff's bag in the trunk, here I landed with a satisfying clunk, and opened the door for him.
"The seats low." She warned as he eased into the car. Seconds later she sat in her seat and started the engine. A smile spread over Jeff's face as the engine revved and roared into action with a satisfying growl.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Vette." She replied her face matching his. They sped off down the road and out of the town, heading away from civilisation. They didn't speak much on the way; each deep in their own thoughts. Sasha thought about her past and her regrets, and Jeff thought about the future, knowing that their next actions would be one of the defining periods of theirs lives. If things went to plan then life wouldn't change much. If things failed then the life after that couldn't be born to think about. He began to plan the coming days in his head, going over and over until he knew exactly where he had to be and when. He knew who should be there, who shouldn't, how things would pan out if everything went to plan, backup plans in case things deviated.
For two days they drove stopping at friend's houses on the way and gradually gathering a following. With every person they managed to collect Sasha asked Jeff if it was enough, but it never was. Jeff's plans seemed to be getting bigger by the hour until they all began to worry that he was taking them out of their depth. The anger was building in Jeff, a sight they had all seen before, but never to this extent. All the pent up aggression left from no longer being able to wrestle or ride his bikes was beginning to kick in; Jeff was getting scary.
Finally, as they pulled away from a house having gained a twentieth person Jeff turned to Sasha and just said.
"That's enough."
Another two days later and the group of unlikely looking comrades were scattered around the interior of an old barn in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the room sat a man in his late twenties. He was blindfolded, gagged and tied to the chair. He had been dragged out of his bed and was still dressed for sleep. His body was tense with fear and expectancy as he waited to be spoken to. To find out who his captors were and what they wanted.
There was a flurry of sounds around the room and then a lot of suspects. He guessed that people were being asked to leave and that it was all about to kick off. Footsteps closed in behind him and his head was shoved forward as someone fiddled to untie his gag.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He called out as soon as he was able.
"I'm an old friend, come back for what's mine" Jeff spoke from his standing point directly in front of the man.
"Hardy." The name was spoken with intense distrust. "Thought you were going down."
"Wrong Hardy."
"Ah the little brother."
"Not so little anymore."
"Doesn't matter. You'll follow big brother down anyway."
"Umm. I wanted to talk to you about that. Cos it seems that someone has been talking to the cops. And y'all know how much we dislike the cops." The man didn't respond other than a slight laugh. "Well we were thinking, you know, hey lets go ask Jimmy, cos after all you were our intelligence man." A few snickers came from the walls.
"I was your intelligence man until you kicked me out and shot at me."
"Oh, you're not still bitter are you? After all you did sell out."
The man sat laughing for a minute.
"You find something funny? Well hey, tell all."
"You really are clueless aren't you? You really have no idea who's calling the shots now. How about Sasha? Have you found her yet? Have you quizzed her? Found out who she works for in order to own that lovely corvette."
"Stop passing the buck and give me some answers."
"There's a different person calling the shots since you left it all. Find who it is and you'll find all the answers you need."