Chpt.8
"Have fun staring at a brick wall all night!" Apollo called as he took off on his motorcycle towards the docks.
"Well have fun being beaten with clubs by the gang that will stumble on you in their territory." I called back. Ha this is going to be easy. I'll ambush the guy, take him to jail and laugh in Apollo's face that I was right. I thought as I drove down the street. When I reached the brick building I looked threw a small hole in the wall to see if there was anyone in the other room. Empty. Okay maybe the guy is running late. I'll just walk through the front door and wait for him. I strode silently to the door and to the main room. It was very dark and the draft from holes made it a bit chilly. Eerie place. I thought to myself. I wasn't used to investigating anywhere alone. I haven't been out on a solo mission for two months. Gunshots rang out and I jumped at the sudden noise. I then noticed I wasn't being shot at and the sound coming from the room over. I snuck next to the door and put my ear to it.
"It has good speed and maximum scatter on impact." I herd a mans voice say.
Great I didn't find part of the Bolero family; I just found some gun dealership! I wanted to kick myself. I figured Apollo was right when he went to the docks. I didn't want to give up yet because my gut was still telling me something was going on. I looked up and noticed an air vent, and quickly a grin crept across my face. I flew up to the vent and started crawling through it. I got to a section of the vent with a few bars and I looked through. I gazed at the other room. What luck! I smiled. There was the big burly man, who busted Harry out, talking to a small teenaged boy. No wonder the teenager wants to buy a gun! He doesn't look like he could protect himself agenst a kitten.
"Thank you so much Anthony!" said the weakling.
"Just remember, once you're old enough you're in debt to the Bolero family, and you come and work for us." said the strong man.
HA! I knew there was going to be some sort of meeting! I was right and Apollo was wrong, for the millionth time! Boy if I had a dime every time that happened. While in the mist of my victory, some dust from the old vent got up my nose. OH NO! I felt like I was going to sneeze. I rubbed my nose to try to make the itch go away. It was coming faster and faster. No. No, no! Don't come! I yelled at myself but it came anyway.
"ACHOO!" I felt like I might as well yelled, 'hey guys, I'm over here!'
"What was that!" the weak boy said shocked.
"Unwanted company." said the burly man. "It came from the air vent! Shoot!" Bullets came threw the metal vent.
Dodge, Dodge, Dodge… Hit! And it hit hard.
"Ugh!" I yelped in pain. Maximum scatter on impact indeed. I knew I needed to get out. I flew out of the vent and punched threw the ceiling and made it out to the roof. My arm was bleeding repulsively and I felt major blood loss. A second bullet came out from below and hit my leg. "Ughh…" I needed help and I took out my cell phone to call Apollo, but suddenly I felt pressure on my shoulder and my sight went black.