This is my chapter 2! Enjoy! PUH-LEEZ REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Robbie pulled his dinky red car out of Ray's driveway. He cursed under his breath. Ray had shiny fancy-shmancy new black Mercedes, and he had a tiny little used Ford.
Robert drove onward, towards downtown. Marie thought he was buying a gift for Ray, but Robert knew he wasn't going toward no gift shop.
Robert drove into a downtown parking lot. He hopped out of his car, and quietly walked down the dark alley and into a hidden shop. The shop had been under investigation for selling illegal weapons and the police were closing it down next month. Robert sneaked inside.
A rugged smelly man at the counter threw his hands in the air. "Officer, officer, please don't shoot! I'm sorry, and I admit I am selling illegal weapons!" the man screamed. "What?" Robert asked confusedly. Then he remembered he was still wearing his police uniform. "Oh yeah, don't worry I'm off-duty now. And I don't want to close you down. I want to buy a gun from you. A big gun that'll shoot down pretty quick, and is common so they won't know it's me," Robert explained.
The man stuttered, "Oh yes, sure Officer. Just come on this way." The man slid out from behind the counter and walked into a door near the back of the shop. Robert followed close behind him. The man jammed a key into the door and Robert gasped when he saw the inside of the shop. Guns, millions of them, lined the walls. The man took a small black gun off of a hanging hook. "Here Officer, most common, best there is. It's already loaded, got 1 shot only," the man said, still stammering nervously. "I'll only be needing one shot anyway. Thanks," Robert said as he snatched the gun out of the man's shaking hands. "That'll be $300," the man said. Robert spun around and stuck the gun against the man's forehead. "If you let me pay 10 bucks for it, I won't kill you," Robert offered. "O-o-okay, Officer. Ten it is," the man stumbled. Robert slapped a bill into the trembling man's hand and stomped out of the illegal store, gun packed safely and hidden from view in Robert's pocket.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Robbie pulled his dinky red car out of Ray's driveway. He cursed under his breath. Ray had shiny fancy-shmancy new black Mercedes, and he had a tiny little used Ford.
Robert drove onward, towards downtown. Marie thought he was buying a gift for Ray, but Robert knew he wasn't going toward no gift shop.
Robert drove into a downtown parking lot. He hopped out of his car, and quietly walked down the dark alley and into a hidden shop. The shop had been under investigation for selling illegal weapons and the police were closing it down next month. Robert sneaked inside.
A rugged smelly man at the counter threw his hands in the air. "Officer, officer, please don't shoot! I'm sorry, and I admit I am selling illegal weapons!" the man screamed. "What?" Robert asked confusedly. Then he remembered he was still wearing his police uniform. "Oh yeah, don't worry I'm off-duty now. And I don't want to close you down. I want to buy a gun from you. A big gun that'll shoot down pretty quick, and is common so they won't know it's me," Robert explained.
The man stuttered, "Oh yes, sure Officer. Just come on this way." The man slid out from behind the counter and walked into a door near the back of the shop. Robert followed close behind him. The man jammed a key into the door and Robert gasped when he saw the inside of the shop. Guns, millions of them, lined the walls. The man took a small black gun off of a hanging hook. "Here Officer, most common, best there is. It's already loaded, got 1 shot only," the man said, still stammering nervously. "I'll only be needing one shot anyway. Thanks," Robert said as he snatched the gun out of the man's shaking hands. "That'll be $300," the man said. Robert spun around and stuck the gun against the man's forehead. "If you let me pay 10 bucks for it, I won't kill you," Robert offered. "O-o-okay, Officer. Ten it is," the man stumbled. Robert slapped a bill into the trembling man's hand and stomped out of the illegal store, gun packed safely and hidden from view in Robert's pocket.