Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Dubious Arrangement: Day 11

Word Count: 66,014

Summary of Events:
Greyson found out a lot of information about his attackers from JL's cellphone, including the names of the two other dead men, and the names of some other gangsters who might come after him. While he was doing his morning workout he spotted a new vehicle and found a new gangster — a female gangster — had come to help Odie out. They attacked Greyson and Greyson managed to get away from Odie and get the upper hand with her, but then Odie came back . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"In one motion Greyson lifted the rifle, aimed it, and cocked it. If he pulled the trigger Odie was headless. Greyson didn't like to think of the idea, but he'd spent good money on this gun for the sake of preserving his life.
Odie's eyes popped wide and his firing stance wavered. Greyson dropped his aim from Odie's head to his leg and fired. The rifle's blast in the small room was deafening. He was glad he kept the closet door closed, hopefully the kittens wouldn't be deaf.
Dampness blossomed over Odie's thigh, but Odie didn't clutch his leg, he just leaned against the door, looking rather shaky, and smiled evilly — although unsteadily — Greyson felt a little shaky himself at the realization that he'd deliberately shot someone.
She was curled up into a ball on Greyson's pillow; her eyes were wide, and she looked on the verge of tears. Greyson turned his gaze back to Odie as the murderer shakily raised his gun to point at Greyson's head.
Suddenly Odie fell and a shot rang out. She and Greyson both leapt up from where they'd been and went over to him. There was still a pulse, not surprisingly, but Odie had gone into shock and fainted.
Greyson looked up and saw her taking hold of her pistol. She stalked over to the doorway and trained it on him, her gaze was intensely vicious, and she looked like she was about ready to kill him.
"You wouldn't kill a woman," she said.
"Unless the woman was out to kill me," Greyson replied, taking up Odie's pistol from his limp hand.
"You wouldn't shoot a woman," she said.
"What's the difference in shooting a woman if I've shot a man?" Greyson asked.
"You shoot the woman, you get shot," she replied.
"Odie was going to shoot me too, and he failed," Greyson said.
"Odie?" she asked, dropping her gun's steady aim.
Greyson smiled. "I know it's technically DO, but forwards his initials are O and D, and I just decided to call him Odie. I contemplated calling JL Jail, but I didn't."
"How much do you know?" she asked, retraining her gun on him.
"A lot more than I did two weeks ago," Greyson replied. "But still not enough."
"Why do you want to know more?" she asked.
Greyson looked down at Odie on the floor, a pool of red growing around his leg, looking like he was sound asleep. He turned and looked back at her with a serious expression on his face.
"Because I don't have a job, I want quick, easy money, and a lot of it," Greyson replied. "And I also want a job that is high-intensity — which running from the cops usually is — so I'm interested in learning more about your group. It's kind of hard to get that through people's heads when they're determined to kill you, though.""

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