Wanted Recovery

Ch. 8 Everyone's Fate is Death

Several weeks have past, and Fox and Wesley are trying to settle into their new lives. Wesley is working at the hardware story, and is even helping Frank update his inventory system. Fox on the other hand is not taking to being a waitress right away.

Barb calls, "Hey Fox can you come out here please?"

She is standing next to Phil. Fox had just served him his food."

Barb looks at her and asks, "Do you see anything wrong with Phil's order?"

Fox looks at the plate and gently says, "No, that's what he ordered. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast."

Barb looks again then says, "No. Phil always gets eggs over easy, no bacon, and pancakes. That is what Phil has always ordered for 20 years."

Fox is stunned. She quickly reply's, "I am sorry. I thought that is what he said. I will fix it immediately."

Barb quickly answers with, "I already gave Chuck the right order, but you gotta keep using the order pad. I have been doing this for 30 years, but its only been 3 weeks for you. OK?"

Fox with her head hanging low nods, and says, "I know. I thought I remember Phil's order, but I think I messed it up with Scott's."

Barb pats her shoulder, and says, "Hey its okay just use the pad."

Fox turns, and walks back behind the counter. As she reaches the order window the door bell jingles.

Barb and Fox both turn to see three hooded men walk through the door holding guns. The first walks up to Barb holding the gun at her, and says, "Where's the cash bitch?"

The second walk up to the counter, and aims the gun at Fox. Her first thought is I could easily grab that gun, and blow his face off, but Barb and the others could get hurt. She holds still, and says nothing. Waiting to see what Barb wants to do.

The third guy just stands in the door watching for anyone outside.

Barb is visibly scared, but she heard the man. So she walks over to the register, and removes the little bit of money that is in it.

The man holding the gun on her yells, "Not from the fucking register bitch. Where's the fucking safe?"

Fox knows that Barb has never had a safe in her dinner. She always took to money to a bank drop box on her way home. She answers, "I don't have a safe here, and we have only had four customers today. This is all we got here. Its about 200."

The guy at the door walks over and says, "Bullshit lady. Every small shop has a safe. Where did you put the money from yesterday?"

"I dropped it at the bank on my way home." she told them.

The third man yells, "Fuck." Before he levels his own guy at Barb, and squeezes around off into her chest.

Barb stands in shock for a minute. Before anyone noticed Fox had circled the counter and was standing behind Barb. She caught her as she fell. Fox is holding her head in her lap, while she is sobbing.

The gun men take the little bit of cash, and run out the door.

Fox yells to Chuck, "CALL 911!" But from her past experience she knows the wound is fatal. Barb is dying in her arms. She doesn't have strength to even speak. After Chuck is done on the phone he joins Fox on the floor. Barb is dead.

Later the police show up, and do their little questioning of all the witnesses. Ask for descriptions of the gun men, and how they committed the crime.

One cop mentions, "I got a state bulletin about some Miami gang robbing small town shops. This sound like there style."

Fox asks him, "So you know who shot Barb? You gonna arrest them?"

The cop answers, "We can't. We don't have enough proof to know which one did it."

"So Barb doesn't get justice? That fucker will live to do this again? What the fuck good are you?" Fox says in rage.

The cop says, "I'm sorry, but we have to obey the law. We will search the information, and try to figure it out. We can't arrest someone until we evidence?"

Just then Wesley came running though the door, and wrapped his arms around Fox. "I came as soon as I heard. What the hell happened?" he asked.

Fox was sobbing, and couldn't answer him. So he just picked her up, and walked her to their car. He drove her home.

Once he was able to calm her down enough she told him what happened, and what the cop had said about not arresting the killer.

Wesley just held her, and asked her, "Do you still have our guns stashed under the porch?"

She stops sobbing, and looks at his face. She see he is serious, and answers, "Yes."

"OK, I will pack the car. You rest." Wesley tells her.

Before he can leave the living room she asks, "What are we gonna do?"

He looks at her and says, "We are gonna do what we do best. Go down to Miami, and kill the fucker responsible. And if any of his buddies get in the way they can go down with him."

This is not the final chapter.

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