Page 41 of Savior
“Oh, come on, it’s not an insult. Of the three of us, you’d be the most convincing.”
“Gee thanks. Assholes.” He mutters, pulling off his cut and flipping it inside out. He puts it back on, pushing past me to stand nearer to the door, then lifts his hand to press his finger over the peep hole and stands with his back facing the curtained window. “Get ready to kick the fucking door in, jerks.” Axel glaringly whispers at us, before he clears his throat and knocks lightly on the door. Smiling a sarcastic smile as Viking and I get into position to storm this motherfucker, Axel calls out in his highest pitched voice, “House-keeping!”
“Come back in the morning!” the prick yells from inside the room.
Axel knocks again, “House-keeping!” the shrillness of his voice bringing his free hand to his throat, wincing at the discomfort of his vocal cords.
Silence this time.
“Fuck, I just remembered this place has balconies in the back.” Viking says.
“Son of a bitch.” I mutter, pulling my gun from my cut and slamming my boot into the shitty door. It flies open with a crack and a bang against the wall. Sure enough, the room is empty, and the cheap, broken vertical blinds on the sliding glass doors in the back, are clattering in the night breeze.
Viking and Axel are already hauling ass back down the staircase. I enter the room to quickly take a peek around in case the prick is hiding. He ain’t here. And it ain’t a far drop from the second-floor balcony, either. Especially not with a closed dumpster just below, sporting a dented lid where the prick probably landed only moments ago.
Tucking the gun in my waist band, I grab the railing and jump over. Dropping down, I land boots first, on top of the dumpster with a resounding thud and roll off the side. As soon as my boots hit the pavement, Axel and Viking round the left corner of the building. I take off running in the opposite direction. Had the prick ran off the way they just came, they’d have grabbed him.
Rounding the corner of the other side of the building, I catch a glimpse of the piece of shit hopping into the passenger side of a black four door sedan. The cage skids off, hightailing it down the street, too far to get a look at the plate number.
“Fuck!”
Axel and Viking come to stand on either side of me, panting as they catch their breath.
“Well, maybe that was enough to scare him off from fucking around near Stogies.” Axel says. Always our eternal optimist.
“For him to have escaped so easily like that… Someone was watching us.” I mutter.
“I didn’t even think of that.” Axel says, looking at me as if he’s impressed.
“Shit.” Viking sighs, gesturing towards Viper’s van with a cock of his chin.
I turn to look at what he’s griping about. “Motherfucker.” The tires are all slashed, completely deflated and sitting on rims.
“Yup.” Viking sighs. “Someone murdered the murder van.”
