Thursday, October 15, 2015

Dubious Arrangement: Day 13

Word Count: 78,015

Summary of Events:
Greyson and Piper had breakfast together and discussed trust and manipulation and their relationship. Greyson spied some more gangsters during his workout and decided to play a trick on them, which would only work if Mr. Odell owned a balaclava . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson searched around frantically for a good solid branch that he could use to pry the door or a window open. He kicked something that hit a rock and made a metallic clatter.
Puzzled and curious, Greyson looked down and saw a pistol on the ground. Was it JL's? Still here in the bush? Good grief, maybe he was supposed to take it for his own if he kept coming up with it.
Taking it up, Greyson checked and found that it had four shots left. Mr. Odell was probably going to know what happened, no matter what point of entry Greyson chose to shoot to unlock, but there was also the ability to pin the blame on the gangsters.
Putting the gun against the door about where he was pretty confident the bolt that locked the door fit in, Greyson fired a shot and then threw himself into the door; it didn't quite break, so he fired a second shot.
The door swung open and caused Greyson to tumble to the floor on his second effort. Getting to his feet, Greyson closed the door and looked around. Everything was simple, and a lot of it looked worn, but it was rather orderly, so Greyson started looking where he logically assumed a balaclava would be.
Logic proved correct and Greyson found a black balaclava in among the hats. Greyson slid it on. It fit nicely. Greyson smiled, his plan would work. He pulled the balaclava off of his head and turned around to get back to the trailer.
A knock sounded on the door, however, and Greyson halted. The gangster had found him, either that or Mr. Odell. He'd have to get out another way, unheard, hopefully. He looked at the window on the wall to the right of the door, he ought to be able to fit out through there.
Silently he popped the latch on the window as another knock sounded. Greyson heaved the window up with a terrifying shriek of the metal frame; he leapt out of the window as the door slammed open and scrambled around the back of the cabin as several shots rang out.
Greyson then surged to his feet and made a break northwards for the pasture. As he ran he realized he was still holding JL's pistol, it was officially his now, it seemed — especially being as JL was dead — he kept running. He only had two shots left, and no extra ammunition; he'd have to find a way to pinch that from somewhere.
Bursting out of the trees, Greyson vaulted over the fence and ran as fast as he could across the open space of the pasture toward the trailer. He hoped the gangster hadn't picked up on him, he was too exposed, and for far too long; he was having to cut across the pasture at a long angle.
Finally Greyson vaulted the fence, crashed through the trees, and scrambled into the trailer via the sliding doors. He didn't stop until he was in the master bedroom sitting beside the bed."

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