I looked at Fran.
Vic and Vince were holding her. A piece of duct tape covered her mouth.
Dealerman handed me a gun. "You want the stuff? You want to be one of us? You'll do as I say and shoot the bitch."
These guys lived their lives as a bad cliché. I'd seen this in about a hundred B movies when they give the hero an empty gun and then if he tries to shoot the bad guys, they shoot him. But if he shoots his friend, he's one of the gang.
I looked down at the gun and I almost burst out laughing.
They gave me a revolver. I could see the toes of my shoes through the holes where the bullets go in.
How do these guys stay alive?
I guess by beating people up who owe them chump change.
Fran's eyes widened and she started to squirm around when I pointed the gun at her.
CLICK.
Her eyes rolled into her head as she fainted.
My new found friends yucked it up and slapped me on the back.
"You got balls," they said in unison. "That's for sure."
I wished they had given me a loaded gun so I could blow these dip shits away."So," I asked. "What're you going to do with her?""Kill her," said Dealerman. I knew he meant it. "Let me do it. I'll take her to the dump after we do the deal and whack her." "That's cool."Vic dragged her into the other room and threw her on the bed.Dealerman sat down at a table. "Ready?"I picked up the briefcase I'd brought with me. "Here's the cash. Where's the coke?""After I count the money," he said flipping open the case's latches. "What the hell? You ripping me off?""What are you talking about?""This."He tipped the briefcase over. Pieces of cut up newspaper filled the air. He and Vince pulled out their guns.Something crashed through the window and exploded.Everything went black.
