:D
BACK TO PEACE'S POV:
The large truck rumbled towards us, and I could see it's name 'Dead Reckoning' painted on it's side. It began to slow down, and stopped right in front of us. Both my hands grabbed the coat that rested on Charlie's hip as his arm tightened around me. Fog and steam seeped around the massive truck, and all the sudden, radio crackling filled the air, followed by a voice.
"Hey Riley..How'd you get up 'ere?" The voice spoke, as I looked towards the two men. Riley's grin had turned into a Cheshire Cat grin as he held up the little hand held tracking device.
"With Woody." He said simply, showing off his little mechanical toy. I could feel the tension in the air, as well as Charlie's pistol pressing into my side from its place in the waistband of his pants.
"I tracked it with this. I forgot to tell you, the truck has a little transmitter in her belly." Riley smirked, as we heard soft, wicked laughter pour from the trucks speakers.
"You were always a smart guy, always alot smarter than me man." Cholo laughed, as my one eye brow rose in silent question and Charlie starred boredly at the door. Riley huffed, his eyes slightly annoyed as he turned his head towards Charlie and I, his voice coming out barley in a whisper.
"Not saying much." He whispered, causing our grins to widen a little. We heard the click of the radio, and the muffled sounds of the device being tossed onto the table. Rustling of papers and such were heard as we heard a muffled :
"Open up."
"What? Are you fuckin' nuts?" Another, burly voice spat.
"Open up."
The door slowly began to slide open, and suddenly the hot lights from the truck seemed brighter and felt scorching. I grabbed the side of Charlie's coat harder, and tugged him back, making him take a few backwards steps away from the door. He sighed worriedly, looking down at me with one worried orb. As the door open it revealed a tanned man with dark hair and cunning black eyes. He wore a dark, long sleeved shirt and black pants and had what looked like a little harpoon gun strapped to his thigh.
Something inside me screamed not to go into Dead Reckoning, but as Charlie moved forwards, so did I. The tanned man, who I assumed was Cholo, patted Charlie on the back as we climbed the steps.
"Hey Charlie." He said cheerily, as we made our way into the truck. It seemed spacious, having only two other people inside, a blond girl and a rough and tumble looking man. I caught the glint of metal outside, and we stood by the door, and I could see the faint outline of Slack and Pillsie's shadows.
Why aren't they coming in?
Riley stepped in, and was suddenly grabbed by Cholo, who ripped the harpoon gun from it's holder and placed it right under Riley's chin. I gasped, reaching forwards, but suddenly, the burly man hand guns pointed at Charlie and I.
"So who's the smart one now?" Cholo sneered. I whimpered, watching the tip of the harpoon dig a little into Riley's under-chin. I watched as Slack stood up outside, her gun poised on Cholo's head. The rage emitting from her was immense. Charlie growled, turning me away from everything and tugged me face first into his chest. He placed one hand around my waist and the other on the back of my head. I felt every nervous twitch of muscle beneath me, and I gripped his coat, getting closer as his grip was bruising my back, and messing up my hair a bit.
"And he brought his dumb hounds.." The burly man with the gun pointed at us joked. Charlie made a huffing sound and I managed to creep my head up to look at his face. His usually nervous, worried and careful orb was now a violent shade of midnight blue, his face contorted into a glare. His scars seemed more pronounced, and he looked..fearsome. I shuddered against him as I heard the click of a gun behind us.
He looked down, noticing that my face wasn't being smothered by his chest anymore. He smiled down at me softly, his blue orb turning back to that soft shade I was used too. His hand on my head gently led my head back against his chest, and I shuddered again.
"Shuddup Foxy.." Cholo snapped at Foxy, who growled in annoyance. I wondered if Riley was alright, but Charlie refused to left go of his grip on me.
"Well here you are..still working for the man aint ya Riley? Kaufman sent ya up here to take care of me?" I heard Cholo scowl. I was able to turn my head just a little, and use most of my periferal vision to see Slack and Pilsie, who were still outside. Slack had her gun gripped in her hands, and she was glaring bullets at the fucker.
"Takes a true friend to stab you right in the front." Cholo scowled and I huffed. A true friend wont try to blow a harpoon through your face. Charlie shushed me and stepped back as I felt something press against my back. My eyes widened as I realised that Foxy had placed the gun on my back. Charlie growled, slightly bringing me away from his chest, and pushing me behind him. He grabbed my hands, shoving them under his coat and around his waist. I pressed myself against his back, watching Foxy glaring at him, and I could almost feel the intense glare Charlie was dishing out.
"If that man pulls the trigger he's dead.." I heard someone softly whisper. Apparently no one else heard it, but they heard the noise of a large, powerful gun being cocked and readied to fire. Cholo raced his dark orbs over to where Slack and Pilsie once were, but they apparently hid behind some of the nearby barrels.
"Who else is out there?" He pressed the spear further into his chin.
"Kaufman sent some guys with us..we took care of them." Riley spoke sincerely, and I'm positive that if this was the real world again, Riley would be an actor. I watched as Cholo glared outside once more, and then towards Charlie and I. I scowled right back, and had to hold myself back from flipping him off. Charlie wouldn't like that, I thought grumpily.
When had I ever not done something 'rude' like cussing or flipping someone off because "someone wouldn't lke it."
Probably about..fourth grade.
"Cover'em." Cholo spat, taking the spear away from Riley's chin, stepping away and closer to us. Another man, wearing a black hat, that I didn't see when I walked in, took watch over Riley.
"Pretty boy! Lock in the target."
The blond haired girl seemed a little sick to her stomach, but didn't retaliate as she walked over to some fancy computers. She began clicking around, and then tugged on what looked like a piece of an old game controller. She clicked the button on top, and I heard something on the roof. The whirling sound of something..like a missile..being readied. I swallowed worriedly, looking up at Charlie. His cheeks were pale as he watched me.
"Running out of time.." I muttered, as Foxy glared at us, pointing his gun forward. I wrapped my arms tighter around Charlie's waist..and I felt something hard..
Get your minds out of the gutter.
By the look on his face, I was supposed to wait. Just like the 'dumb hounds' we were..we were silently formulating a plan.
"If you don't hit that tower square on you're going to kill alot of innocent people. You miss..and hit the city..you're gonna kill alot of our friends." Riley said, his eyes pleading for this not to happen. The man in the black hat looked worriedly at Cholo, who glared back.
"You wanna know who's killed our friends? KAUFMAN'S KILLED OUR FRIENDS! EVERY TIME I TOOK OUT HIS GARBAGE, MAN! I TOOK SOMEONE HE WANTED OFF THE STREETS!" He roared, stomping around the truck, smashing his fists onto the tapped up latter, causing it to shudder. I winced, he was taking this and having a fit..like..like a little kid. Charlie snarled, and Riley did too as they realised what he was doing. He was killing people that were giving 'the big man' a hard time..all of which were Riley and Charlie's friends.
"He turned me into a goon..and then he's gonna piss all over me? I don't think so." He huffed, obviously scorned by this greedy man as he stomped over to another computer. Stalling..they were stalling. They weren't firing yet, and by the way the man in the black hat kept looking at the digital clock, they were waiting for a specific time to blow the shining building to smithereens.
I hope we can stop them.