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Author's note: I'm a little out of practice, as it's been a while. However stick with me as I bring myself back into the story and everything will improve. Thanks.
Chapter 4: Jail Time
Together the two turn their heads and see a man from their past they had long forgotten, that of Shannon Hamilton's.
"Well if it isn't that asshole from Fashionable Male!" Brodie's words cause Shannon to stop in his tracks. "When the hell did you get out of jail? I figured they'd have for at least fifteen to thirty years."
"Well, asshole, I broke out. And now for ruining my life, I'll take yours and slacker friends."
"Hold on a sec, because last time I checked your life was ruined long before you were sent to jail. Let's face it you had less direction in your life than me."
"I had a great girlfriend, a great job-"
"A great job! You worked at a department store in the mall! I'd hardly call that a successful life. And as for your girlfriend, you were the rebound guy!"
T.S. leans over to Brodie and whispers, "Stop pissing him off, there's no way we can beat him. He'll kill us."
"Of course we can beat him, I mean look at him the man, he's obviously weakened from spending quality time in prison with men named 'Bubba'."
Unable to listen any longer, Shannon swings for Brodie's head with the brass knuckles he had received in his bag. Shannon narrowly misses as Brodie ducks. Sensing opportunity T.S. kick Shannon in the shin. He and Brodie turn and run. Shannon quickly recovers and pursues them. The chase stops suddenly when Brodie trips and finds himself lying face first on the sidewalk. Agent Willenholly looks down upon Brodie with a gun pointed at T.S.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. It looks like I've found myself some new friends." He lowers his gun.
Brodie, breathing heavily, looks up at him and points, "Quick...big man...coming...shot..."
Willenholly looks in the direction of Brodie's finger, "Oh, no worries my friend. As a special agent in the F.B.I, my marksmanship is beyond compare." He fires multiple shots at Shannon. Each one misses its mark. Shannon runs up and knocks Willenholly to the ground. He then jumps on Brodie and begins pounding him. T.S. tries to help but is thrown off by Shannon and rendered unconscious. Just as Shannon pulls his arm back for what would be his final blow to Brodie's now unrecognizable face a shot is fired and Shannon falls.
Author's note: I'm a little out of practice, as it's been a while. However stick with me as I bring myself back into the story and everything will improve. Thanks.
Chapter 4: Jail Time
Together the two turn their heads and see a man from their past they had long forgotten, that of Shannon Hamilton's.
"Well if it isn't that asshole from Fashionable Male!" Brodie's words cause Shannon to stop in his tracks. "When the hell did you get out of jail? I figured they'd have for at least fifteen to thirty years."
"Well, asshole, I broke out. And now for ruining my life, I'll take yours and slacker friends."
"Hold on a sec, because last time I checked your life was ruined long before you were sent to jail. Let's face it you had less direction in your life than me."
"I had a great girlfriend, a great job-"
"A great job! You worked at a department store in the mall! I'd hardly call that a successful life. And as for your girlfriend, you were the rebound guy!"
T.S. leans over to Brodie and whispers, "Stop pissing him off, there's no way we can beat him. He'll kill us."
"Of course we can beat him, I mean look at him the man, he's obviously weakened from spending quality time in prison with men named 'Bubba'."
Unable to listen any longer, Shannon swings for Brodie's head with the brass knuckles he had received in his bag. Shannon narrowly misses as Brodie ducks. Sensing opportunity T.S. kick Shannon in the shin. He and Brodie turn and run. Shannon quickly recovers and pursues them. The chase stops suddenly when Brodie trips and finds himself lying face first on the sidewalk. Agent Willenholly looks down upon Brodie with a gun pointed at T.S.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. It looks like I've found myself some new friends." He lowers his gun.
Brodie, breathing heavily, looks up at him and points, "Quick...big man...coming...shot..."
Willenholly looks in the direction of Brodie's finger, "Oh, no worries my friend. As a special agent in the F.B.I, my marksmanship is beyond compare." He fires multiple shots at Shannon. Each one misses its mark. Shannon runs up and knocks Willenholly to the ground. He then jumps on Brodie and begins pounding him. T.S. tries to help but is thrown off by Shannon and rendered unconscious. Just as Shannon pulls his arm back for what would be his final blow to Brodie's now unrecognizable face a shot is fired and Shannon falls.