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I headed to the bank to get some cash. After inquiring from the teller about how much money I had in my account I requested a withdrawal slip and pulled it all out save a few token dollars.
Was the cash enough to pay off Richie? Hell no! Richie would not be happy if I gave him that amount of cash. So my next stop was the gun store.
I picked up a 9mm Glock “pocket” pistol and an AR-10 rifle mounted with scope that was already zeroed. In addition to those weapons I stocked up on ammo for the three weapons I now have. I blew through all the cash from the bank, money that was to have been the mortgage payment I had to pay next week. There is no need for a mortgage payment though if I don’t survive this shit. Surviving this fiasco seemed unlikely at the time. “What the heck am I doing?” is what I asked myself as I sat in my car contemplating the situation.
I drove around for thirty minutes just driving. I was not really looking at anything, just driving mindlessly, aimlessly. Maybe I was hoping I could drive off the edge of the earth and not have to deal with this anymore, maybe I was hoping this was all a dream and I would wake up and realize it. But it wasn’t a dream; I was just putting off the inevitable. “I have wasted enough time already, time to make the call” I thought to myself. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Richie’s number.
The phone rang and Richie picked up. “Do you have my cash asshole?” he asked. “How did you know it was me?” I asked. “I know a lot about you, your name, your address, how much your unemployment check is; about your wife and child.” he said “I make it a point to know about the people who work for me.” “So do you have my fucking cash?” he asked demandingly.
“I have some of it.” I said.
“I want all of it asshole, not some of it.” Richie said.
“Take what I have now, and I will get you the rest tomorrow. You said I have two days.” I replied.
“I’ll be at the hangar in two hours, be there with the cash or my next stop is at your grave!” Richie screamed as he hung up the phone.
I turned the direction of the car around and sped off to the hanger. It was going to take me 40 minutes from my location to get to the hangar and I needed some more time to set up. I could feel my gut clench up, knowing what was about to take place. I had to concentrate on breathing slowly in order to get myself to relax a bit and not have a breakdown then and there.
When I got to the hangar I approached it slowly to make sure I was not walking into a setup myself. It appeared vacant. Not taking any chances I parked my car off to the side where it would not be visible until you were right next to it. I scoped out the hangar to check for a place to hide in and could not find anything that would give me adequate cover.
Tyler’s body was still lying there, and it was starting to attract vermin. I almost got sick looking at his body just laying there.
I found a place to setup over to the side of another building away from the hangar. I loaded up the magazines and began the process of getting in place. I had a good view of everything within the hangar, including Tyler’s body. Before getting into my spot I went over to a van inside the hangar and left my cell phone in the passenger door pocket. Tyler’s cell was still on the floor next to him; I grabbed it and shut it off before putting it in my pocket.
I headed back to my spot and started to get into place when I heard the sound of a car approaching. I quickly got on the ground and observed the vehicles. There were two cars this time. Neither of them the same make as the car Richie originally brought last night.
The cars pulled up and parked next to my car. Richie got out of the back car with the rest of his men. The assholes were fifty minutes early, trying to get the jump on me. I could hear Richie saying “He is already here and that his men should go search the Hangar”. His men came out after four minutes and told Richie the hangar was empty.
“That’s his fucking car! How can he not be here if his car is here?!?” Richie demanded. Richie pulled out his cell phone and began to dial. As Richie put the phone up to his ear, I brought the scope of my rifle up to my eye.
I could hear my phone ringing from inside the van. Two of the goons approached the van with their weapons drawn and opened the door. All they found was my phone and held it up for Richie to see.
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