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I yawned, stretching and feeling the dull pain in my knee. I ignored it as I swung my legs over the side of the cot and rubbed my mismatched orbs. I looked up, seeing Charlie looking around the hallway, still leaning against the metal bars. Slack was laying down on the cot, smoking another smoke. Damn, how'd she even sneak that much stuff in here to make all those. She must be a super chain smoker. I groaned a little, shuffling over to the bars and leaning against the bars like Charlie.
"You 'kay?" I heard Riley asked, apparently hearing my groan. Well well well, what happened to mr. rude-punk ass. Oh well, better nice than mean. I cleared my throat, my voice still creaky from the somewhat short nap that had taken place.
"Yeah..A stray bullet scathed my knee. But It's alright though..didn't even bleed through the cloth.." I said, looking down at the unstained cloth wrapped around my left knee. It didn't really hurt when I moved.
"Good."
I nodded, humming in agreement. We were silent again.
"Yo-ou make the sky flowers?" Charlie asked, tilting his head against the bars. I nodded my head, looking towards the ceiling.
"Yup..pretty easy.." I said, not really knowing what else to say. We heard the clanking of the metal doors, and heavy, booted foot steps coming our way.
"DENBO, get me Denbo." A guard said calmly, stepping into the hallway. Charlie and I clutched the bars of our cells while Slack stayed on her cot, covered by the blanket that each of us were given. They opened Riley's cell, the guard grabbing his arm as Riley slipped on his coat.
"Get up..you're coming with me."
"Where you takin' him?" Charlie asked, pressing his face harder against the bars. His eye widened in fear, and his breathing became somewhat erratic. Riley looked back, his eyes calm.
"Don't worry."
"Ay-AYE Hey! Where you takin' him?" Charlie asked somewhat frantically as Riley was led out of the hallway. His face contorted in what looked like a mix of worry, pain and terror. I looked sadly over at the scarred man.
"You take care of him, huh?" Slack asked, cuddling her blanket. Charlie sighed worriedly, resting his for head against the bars.
"Hell yeah..He pulled me..out..outta the fire..It was bad.." He said, bringing up his hand and running it through his hair.
"Just look at me, you can tell it was bad." He said, his eyes tearing up at past thoughts.
"Oh Charlie.." I said, biting into my bottom lip. He looked towards me, his eyes shining with unused tears.
"N-no..'s kay...he saved me..y-you saved me too..Watch 'yo back too..just like I watch Riley's. Gotta protect each other.." He said, a small smile coming into his face. I let a single tear slide down my cheek, but I wiped it away quickly. I looked to Slack, who was fighting to stay awake, still bum tired from fighting all day. If she wasn't listening, I guess I could confide in Charlie, seeing as we're sticking together for awhile.
That and I wouldn't mind getting close to him. We were quiet for about 20 minutes, nothing was heard but breathing from the three of us.
"After..after that little fat man shot Key..I-I thought I was gonna be all alone again." I said, sliding down against the bars. Charlie's light blue orb lit up, a small smile gracing his face.
"Stay wit' me and Riley..Not gonna be alone.." He said, as if it was as simple as that.
Well..why can't it be? I think I could just travel around with Charlie and Riley, and maybe even Slack would come too! I smiled up at Charlie, who sent me back the smile.
"If that's what you want."
"Yes, yes."
We heard the caged doors being swung open, and a rejuvenated Riley came storming through the doors. I looked towards the clock, woah..its actually been quite awhile. The guard unlocked our doors, and we scampered towards Riley.
"What we doin' Riley?" Charlie asked as we were led towards the room where they kept the stuff the cops confiscated from us.
"Cholo took Dead Reckoning..Kaufman wants 'his' truck back..." He huffed, walking into the confiscation room. Charlie took off his hat, looking at Riley with relief.
"Why'd he do that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Cholo?" Slack asked, and I silently shrugged.
"Dead Reckoning, is a truck I designed, and command. It can go into the outside..almost impossible for the stenches to get in, unless the door or ceiling hatch is left unlocked. Equipped heavily with cameras to see around the vehicle, fire works, missiles, machine guns, unlimited supply of ammo, along with side rooms with temperature control, to bunk in or to store food. Three in all, plus one bathroom, sink and shower. Cholo, was second in command. Kaufman..owed him money...and if he doesn't get the money by 12..he's going to blow a missile at the Green..and Kaufman doesn't plan on handing over the money." Riley said, as he was handed a bin filled with his personal items.
At the exact same time, Slack and I rolled our eyes, huffing.
"Of course."
"Of course." We both said, before looking at each other and smirking slightly. I forgot how good it felt to have friends who were girls.
"You two have a choice. Stay with us and find Dead Reckoning, or..good luck elsewhere." Riley said, stuffing one of his three pistols in a holster by his hip. Slack looked towards me, shrugging her shoulders. I smiled, turning to see Charlie looking at me with hopeful eyes and a small smile on his face. I've only known him for about...4 hours and I already know that I can't tell him no.
That might be bad or good in the future, depends how this recon mission works.
"I'm in. If that's alright with you." I said, shrugging my shoulders and looking towards Riley. He seemed uncaring about my choice to join, but once he saw Charlie's ecstatic face, a soft smile fell on his usually sharp and stern features. Slack huffed, bringing another smoke to her lips.
"I'm in. World's going to hell anyway."
"That's the spirit Slack." I said, heading towards the man that held our personal effects that were confiscated.
Charlie was handed his ID card, along with his pistol, his rifle and a thin, silver chain with a simple cross pendant. I was handed my bin, and I stuffed on the three necklaces that were taken from me. A simple black hemp string chord, with a rather small, pointed, real shark tooth dangling as a pendant. The second was a simple silver necklace, with a silver rim that surrounded a circular shaped crystal, that shone all the colors of the rainbow. The last one was a simple silver chain, with a thunderbolt charm that hung low, with a diamond studded into the bottom.
Because of her..frankly because of her slutty clothes, Slack was given new clothes: A cream colored, long sleeved shirt, a warm coat with fur around the collar and a pair of cargo pants. I couldn't help but notice that she had a few tattoos along her body, and I lifted up my plain white shirt, only the back, showing her the tattoo of the tribal symbol for 'peace' snugged right between my shoulder blades. She showed me the angel below her navel, and the number 23 on the back of her neck.
Charlie was checking over his rifle, making sure that the guards didn't mess it up.
"Can't believe you guys are turning us into a pair of fuckin' boy scouts.." Slack said, shamelessly changing in front of everyone. Charlie automatically looked away, obviously uncomfortable with staring at someone naked. Yay, he wasn't a pervert. He slunk past Riley and I, and spoke lowly.
"Not booyss.." He mumbled lowly before heading for the door, looking out cautiously.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to.." Riley said as Charlie stood as a silent guardian at the door.
"I didn't say that..some shit though..saving Kaufman's ass.." She muttered as Charlie walked back towards Riley. Riley looked up, his dark blue eyes eyes glaring into her dark eyes. She wrapped a belted holster around her waist like a belt, tossing in her small handgun in the holster.
"We're not doing this for Kaufman. We're doing this for the people of the city..What do you thinks going to happen to them if Cholo shells the Green?" He asked hoarsely, making Slack cast her eyes down.
"M'kay..I'm with ya." She muttered, zipping up her boot. I smiled, turning to walk along side Charlie as we walked up to the man at the front desk, holding out a rather large and powerful looking gun. He held if forward in front of us, a bored look on his face. Charlie chuckled nicely, bringing one hand to his pistol, and then to his rifle.
"Oh uhm, no thanks..I um, like the ones I already gots." He said, a sweet smile on his face. The man rolled his eyes, looking down at me with cold, dead eyes as he shoved the gun towards me.
"Uhh..no..I'm not a big gun person." I said, shrugging my shoulders. The man groaned, looking up towards Charlie once again.
"This piece fires 14 rounds a second.." He said irritably, causing Charlie to grimace slightly. He was obviously uncomfortable with this guy trying to force this gun on him, when he just told him that he was fine. I was getting annoyed with this asshole, seeing as he was talking to us as if we were lesser than he was. Charlie chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Uhh." He said, looking back to where Riley was still packing away all his weapons. "I usually don't normally need that many.." He said, turning to walk away, and like a little puppy, I turned to follow suit. I heard the guard huff.
"Well I don't normally talk to retards." He snapped, throwing the gun on the counter. I felt Charlie freeze next to me and I spun around on my heel, stomping towards this asshole. He seemed smug, laughing with his little buddy, ugh this is why I hate fucking people. I reached out, grabbing the deadly gun off the counter before he could stop me. I shot out a round, just like he said, in about 14 seconds, all at the wall, missing his head by centimeters. Well..except for one, that grazed his cheek bone.
He hissed, flinching, and cupping his cheek. I got ready to shoot him again, but I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and breath on my neck.
"Peace..you gonna get in trouble." Charlie warned me, tugging me back, so my back was against his chest. As we turned, I spoke loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear me.
"I'll take this one. And oh, I normally don't shoot pussyfooted assholes." I said, slinging the gun over my shoulder. I could practically feel the anger rolling off the guard as I smirked. Asshole got what was coming to him. Charlie tugged me away, towards the door and he looked towards the door with a glazed look in his eyes. I could hear it too, the set of four footsteps coming closer to us.
"Charlie..you okay?" I asked, wincing slightly. Charlie's orb widened as he looked down at me, and I couldn't help but notice that I was much shorter than he was. I barley reached his shoulder, and even then he seemed so much taller.
"Peace..Thank you..you..almost gots in trouble for me.." He spoke, turning his head towards the door. "Talk later." He said, before going towards the door and standing in front of the doorway. Slack was fixing the gun against her back, her eyes watching Charlie.
"He think's he's protecting you." I glared at the dark haired girl. Riley's head shot up.
"He is. Without his guns, I'd be dead.." He snapped at Slack.
"Without you, he'd be dead." She said back, and I took the time to toss my 2 cents in.
"Fair trade." I muttered lowly as Charlie shuffled back into the room.
"Riley..these guys are coming.." He said somewhat worriedly, before rushing over to my side, and shoving me a little behind him. We watched as a well dressed man, slacks, oxford shirt, tie and all came dashing into the room.
"Gentlemen...and ladies.." He said, adding a little spark to his tone when he caught sight of Slack and I. He flinched slightly when Slack glared at him, and winced slightly when he saw Charlie standing in front of me. He cleared his throat.
"Mr. Kaufman thought you'd be needing some support." He said calmly. Too bad, even I understand that Riley likes being in a small group as possible.
"That won't be necessary.." Riley mused, placing his hand on one of his magnums. The dressed up man shifted uncomfortably, and I couldn't help but notice the handsome man, decked out in a guard uniform, and what looked like pads, bullet-proof material and even some metals protected his body. He wore what looked like red BMX racing gloves on his hand, and on his right shoulder, was a circular decoration, and I knew that I've seen something like it before. The well dressed man motion towards the first of our three new "friends."
"Manolete."
"Manolete" He pronounced correctly, with a little bit of..maybe a Spanish accent accent. "After the bull fighter."
I cringed a little, oh so that's where I've seen those before.
A little side note.
If you're an animal lover..don't go to the running of the bulls or a bullfight.
I watched about 10 minutes before I threw up on Key. I smiled lightly, remembering her scream, causing at least 30 people near by to turn around and stare at my screaming, red headed cousin as she swatted at me.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
I shook my head, now wasn't the time to drabble in my memories, and I had to meet the two other people. I looked up again, watching as a medium sized, dark haired, dark eyed woman decked out in the same super-protective garb as Manolete step into the room.
"Call me Motown." She said, leering snobbily towards Slack before fluttering her dark lashes at Riley. Thankfully she completly ignored Charlie and I, and the well dressed man said the name of our final friend.
"Pillsbury."
An extremely large, tall and somewhat fat Samoan man came stepping through the door. The word bad ass didn't seem bad ass enough for him. He clicked his gun, his eyes traveling around the room. I placed my hand in the crook of Charlie's arm, and starred wide eyed at the large, somewhat threatening man.
"What we doing around? Came here to do something, so lets do something." He said gruffly, his eyes landing on Riley.
"Woah.." Slack said, her eyes wide. Pillsbury must have been at least twice as big as Riley. I couldn't help it.
"Can I poke your belly? Or will you shoot me?" I asked, poking my head out from behind Charlie. Manolete let out a snort, trying to cover up his laugh. Motown looked annoyed, rolling her eyes. Riley, the well dressed man and Slack seemed astounded that I'd even ask this man that question. Charlie..seemed of course worried. He's been worried pretty much since the whole time I've known him. With one hand on his gun, he reached his other hand behind him, to place it on my back. Charlie pushed me forward lightly, causing my chest to push further into his back.
"Peeaace.." Charlie complained, his blue orb widened in worry. A hearty chuckle filled the room, and we all looked up to see the big guy laughing his ass off.
"Good, got some laughs in here." He said, slugging his heavy duty fire arm over his shoulder. Riley nodded, making his way for the door, with Charlie, Slack and I on his tail, and the new trio following behind us. We got out of the dank holding prison, and swiftly made our way through the empty, danker streets towards the underground train. When we got to the subway entrance, we hopped over the railings where you used to have to pay.
"The truck here?" Riley asked, turning his head and Charlie nodded. The faded lights made the subway system accessible as we came upon a dark blue colored truck. How was it able to travel in the subway? Riley hopped into the drivers seat, with Manolete in the passenger seat. Motown, Pillsbury and Slack sat in the truck bed, closer towards the truck cab. Charlie and I sat down towards the end, the bed door was opened and we sat on the ledge, our feet dangling off. Apparently the truck had been converted with special wheels to make it mobile along the subway tunnels. I saw Riley put the car in reverse, and we began moving backwards.
"Weird..."
Charlie looked down at me, his orbs confused. I shrugged, motioning towards the partially lit tunnels. Slack, Pillsbury and Motown were silent behind us, not even speaking to each other. Riley rolled the windows of the truck down, and was speaking silently to Slack.
"Uhm..we'-e're at the back of the truck...but were going forward..it's just a little weird.." I muttered, a blush coming over my cheeks.
Charlie smiled a little, nodding his hatted head. The truck was still going down the tunnels when Charlie called out to Riley.
"We takin' Woody?"
...Woody?