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Chapter 2

I look back down at the girl

She is seconds away from death

The bullets in her gut have done their damage

Even if an ambulance was minutes away, she has already lost too much blood

I look around again

Some people have come out of hiding

Staring at her

Laying on the ground

I can hear someone making the call

Cops will be here soon

I need to get moving

There

A beggar on the sidewalk

Not too far from where this happened

He is sitting still

Scared

Wearing sunglasses

His sign says he is blind

I don't buy it

I walk over to him and squat down looking right at him

"What did you see?"

He is silent

Taps his sign

I toss a 'twenty' into his hat

"Tell me"

He whispers to me

Tells me there were two men…no…boys in the car

A rusted up GTO

He said the boys were taunting the girl about something

He could hear it over the engine

Both started shooting her

Mac-10s…with silencers

Fully automatic?

Its hard to get those, might have just made my job easier

I can hear some sirens getting close

Cops and an ambulance

I need to get moving

I thank the beggar and start walking to my bike a couple of blocks away

I might know who to talk to

Hope he isn't too drunk

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The Smoking Barrels

A decent bar

Some strippers

Drinks are a little pricey here

Lots of gun nuts go here

Complain about gun regulations

Talk about their collections

Drool at the girls

Losers

Jimmy is here

Jimmy's known as a local loudmouth

If you want something spread, you tell Jimmy

I walk inside the bar

The smell of cheap beer and even cheaper whiskey hit my nose

Followed by old piss and attempted to clean up vomit

For a second a feel like leaving

The second passes

I walk to the front of the performance stage

Couple asses try to bully me

I don't come here often

Tonight that's a good thing

I see Jimmy he is mouthing the words to a song playing on the speakers

Good, he isn't drunk yet

I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze tight

He winces and goes into the whole 'What's your problem dick-head?' speech

He knows I am here on business

I whisper right in his ear, don't need others hearing me

"I want you to go run your mouth off. I want you to warn any gun dealers that I am an ATF agent, and that I am looking to arrest someone who sold some Mac-10's automatics, or with kits. Tell them I am talking big about revoking licenses and throwing them in the slammer."

I let go of Jimmy shoulder and let drop a C note that was in my hand fall onto his lap

He takes it and pushes me away as he runs off

Good kid

Could have been an actor

I find a table near the back of the bar

It's near an exit that leads to the back alleyway

I sit with my back to the main entrance

I need to make this as easy as possible for people

Couple hours pass

I've had a few shots of what they try to pass as whiskey here

Maybe I should just make my own

I raise my hand to order another

Then it hits me

Fear…some anger…lots of gun oil

Good work Jimmy

A shaky voice hits my ears as I feel the muzzle of a gun poke into my back

Some guy is telling me to stand up and walk out the door to the back

I comply with a small grin on my face

I can't do anything to him yet

Need to know if he is the result of Jimmy's mouth

I step into the alleyway

Smell of piss is stronger

So is the vomit

I almost kneel over

No

Can't do that

I hear the door to the bar close

He starts talking

Nervously saying that he wasn't going to lose his store because of some gun deals

Bingo

In one smooth movement I pop my claws on my left hand

Fuck

It hurts

I can feel every millimeter of skin being ripped to unsheathe these

I ignore the pain

Always do

I swing my arm around

I turn and see the guy

My claws go right into the barrel of his gun

I need to make sure I hit the pin

It isn't enough to just slice the barrel

If I hit the pin gun won't fire

He drops the gun, or should I say its pieces to the ground

He's a big guy, greasy hair, pulled back in a tail

Still turning around I hit the guy right on the jaw with my other hand

He just falls to the ground

I sigh and just lug him over to my bike

I fish some ropes out of the saddlebags and tie the fucker up on my bike

I look around

Nobody has seen me do this

Good

I start up the bike and drive off

I need to go somewhere

Somewhere quiet

Somewhere private

Somewhere to ask this jerk some question

He better have answers