Dubious Arrangement: Day 17

Word Count: 102,014

Summary of Events:
Greyson nearly got his prosthesis ripped off by his gangster prisoners when they managed to attack him — they were convinced his prosthesis was his ghostly life source — and then he managed to escape when the food was served and eventually found a luxurious vacation cabin — thankfully unoccupied — in some trees across the Battle River where he spent the night. The next day he went back to Mr. Odell's property to see what the gangsters were up to just before they set out to search for him.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Greyson backed into the trees a bit as a pair of gangsters — one black and one camouflage-clad — split off heading in his direction. The camouflage one stopped almost directly in front of him while the black one kept on a ways before stopping.
Slowly Greyson continued to move backwards. The black one started in, and so did the camouflage one. Greyson kept working his way backwards, checking over his shoulder every so often to see if they're were any hazards behind him.
He kept going backwards slowly, until his foot didn't make contact with the ground where he'd expected. Because he'd started shifting his weight back he toppled over backwards and let out an unexpected cry of alarm. Several shouts sounded as Greyson tumbled down the slope until he landed on Mr. Odell's pathway to his cabin.
Several shots rang out. Greyson got to his feet and started scrambling through the trees as shouts and gunfire chased him. He couldn't see anyone following, and he refused to let himself look back to see how close they were. He had to get away before they shot him.
Four shots rang out in rapid fire and then the shooting stopped. Greyson slowed and then looked back. Being as the leaves were now out in full force seeing through the bush was a lot harder. He couldn't see anyone.
Someone swore loudly. Greyson had a feeling he knew what'd happened: another gangster had been accidentally killed instead of him. A few moments later there were more voices speaking in generally upset tones.
"He's still out there, quick, before he gets away, we can get the kid later," Odie said gruffly, although Greyson could tell he was equally as frustrated.
Greyson started off quickly, cutting north. He'd loop back around and come back to the body. Hopefully he could clear it of some valuables — especially some money — before someone caught sight of him and shot him.
He saw a flash of tan to his right before gunfire broke out again. Shoot. Now they'd seen him again. Quickly he scrambled up the slope to get away. He needed to lose them somehow before he went back down to the body and at least got himself some money and another cell phone off of it.
Bark splintered off of a tree trunk close to him. He kept running as the shots rang out. Suddenly the trees cleared and he found Mr. Odell's cabin before him. Quickly he scrambled under the deck through a gap in the plywood. He'd hide and wait them out."