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Entry #25

“What the hell was that?” I hissed to Mr. Agent.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about?!” I hissed, incredulous. 

The sound of suppressed weapons fire made it to the second story. 

“Stay here,” Big Burley said to one of his men, the skinniest of the bunch. I noted the fear in Big Burley’s voice. That should’ve made me happy. Only it didn’t. Who was the third party crashing the party?

“Almost there,” Mr. Agent said. 

“You gettin’ the money?” skinny leave behind asked, though his eyes were staring out the window warily. He was careful to maintain cover to one side. 

“Yep. Your money is almost…on…it’s way.” Mr. Agent pressed one more but with conductor’s flourish. “Done.” 

Just then, Big Burley burst into the room. “Come on, Harold. We’re gettin’ the hell outta here.”

“But—“ I tried to say.

“Ain’t not buts, Mr. Wizard,” Big Burley said. “We didn’t sign up for a firefight with the Feds, or the mob, or whoever the hell that is out there!” He turned grabbed Harold by the vest. “Come on!”

They were gone and I was still crouched in one corner. 

My antagonist/protector was gone. Now what???

Let’s see what my memory brings next time,
 
Cowering For Cover Neil


FROM C. G. COOPER:

Now it’s your turn.

You tell me what happens next. If I like your idea best I’ve write it into the story. Submit your idea in the form here:  [https://forms.gle/YqKurNKZqpeexnLZA] 

Entry #25

“What the hell was that?” I hissed to Mr. Agent.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about?!” I hissed, incredulous. 

The sound of suppressed weapons fire made it to the second story. 

“Stay here,” Big Burley said to one of his men, the skinniest of the bunch. I noted the fear in Big Burley’s voice. That should’ve made me happy. Only it didn’t. Who was the third party crashing the party?

“Almost there,” Mr. Agent said. 

“You gettin’ the money?” skinny leave behind asked, though his eyes were staring out the window warily. He was careful to maintain cover to one side. 

“Yep. Your money is almost…on…it’s way.” Mr. Agent pressed one more but with conductor’s flourish. “Done.” 

Just then, Big Burley burst into the room. “Come on, Harold. We’re gettin’ the hell outta here.”

“But—“ I tried to say.

“Ain’t not buts, Mr. Wizard,” Big Burley said. “We didn’t sign up for a firefight with the Feds, or the mob, or whoever the hell that is out there!” He turned grabbed Harold by the vest. “Come on!”

They were gone and I was still crouched in one corner. 

My antagonist/protector was gone. Now what???

Let’s see what my memory brings next time,
 
Cowering For Cover Neil


FROM C. G. COOPER:

Now it’s your turn.

You tell me what happens next. If I like your idea best I’ve write it into the story. Submit your idea in the form here:  https://forms.gle/YqKurNKZqpeexnLZA   (submissions due by 5/29/2022)