I dropped behind the box as the bullets began to fly. Billy growled as I did so. His broken leg did not enjoy the sudden maneuver.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have rather us get shot?" I hissed.
"Just get me out of here!"
"As you wish, m'lord."
Of course, getting that done was going to prove a real challenge. I needed something, anything I could use to keep those thugs at bay. That's when I spotted the near by barrel. Oh this was one ex-machina I would never complain about. I yanked off the lid and tossed it over the barrel at the gunmen. A short time later the bullets stopped. They had seen the 'gunpowder' label too.
"That's right boys," I said standing up, "no more shooting today."
I kicked the barrel over and ran out the back door. I ran for the fence line where my car awaited us on the other side.
"Freeze bitch!"
Oliver Wilson cocked his gun.
"Kid, you are not worth all this trouble."
Wilson advanced on us.
"How stupid do you have to be to think you can steal from me?"
"Awe, you think I'm pretty."
"Shut up you idiot," Billy hissed.
"Oh please."
A bullet hit the ground ... at Wilson's feet.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted.
"Did you really think I came here without backup?" I laughed.
He pointed the gun at me again. Another warning shot put him off the idea. I ran for the fence, slipping through a hole I cut earlier. Detective Coultrane kept his eye on the scope of his rifle.
"Get it?"
I threw the fanny pack down at his feet.
"Take it."
I put Billy in my car and drove away.
"Quit bitching," I scolded Billy.
He just glared at me as he hobbled his way into my apartment. We had been to the doctor already, resulting in his fancy new cast. No one knew where I lived so I figured this was a safe place to keep him until I set up the exchange with his parents. Still we'd leave the next morning just to be safe.
"This place is a dump," he grumbled.
"I can always take you back to the warehouse."
"I'm sorry," he said, laying on the bed like I instructed.
