Dubious Arrangement: Day 19

Word Count: 114,020

Summary of Events:
Greyson watched the newly arrived gangsters — including the man whom the letter Greyson had read had been addressed to — search the yard site for Odie before getting found by them when he jammed his ankle jumping into the garbage pit to hide. Greyson revealed to the new arrivals some of the information he knew before Odie and his crew arrived. Odie and his superior were both sentenced to death, but Odie resisted execution, so Greyson was able to get away, but got found out by the cabin owner, who ended up taking him to the hospital for his ankle to be tended to.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Looking at Greyson with an arrogant glitter in his eyes, BM strode forward and reached out to pluck the pistol Greyson had taken from its holster. Greyson reached down and snatched it out of the holster before the gangster could grab it. All of the bodyguards tensed and readied to fire, only BM's gloved hand raised kept them from making him more holey than a sponge.
"The sidearm, if you please," BM said clearly, his accent a bare hint — not the thick, heavy, toffee-like thing Greyson had expected.
Greyson handed it over and BM put it into a holster on his right leg.
"Your other weapons, if you please," BM said.
Greyson took off the entire belt and handed it over. He was now utterly defenceless — physically — against four guys with machine guns. BM clipped the belt around his waist and then looked up at Greyson.
"So you are the new occupant of the place I called home for a decade?" BM asked, his eyebrows raised, but his eyes cold.
"I am," Greyson replied. "When I am not being held against my will in other buildings on this property or under threat of being shot on sight."
"You do not seem a difficult quarry to lay hold of," BM said. "I really haven't the faintest idea why DO was having such a difficulty with you."
Greyson smiled cunningly, but said nothing.
"Of course you do not seem the type to easily be defeated," BM said. "I see it in you, you are only in my clutches because I have four thousand rounds of ammunition — along with a reserve of twelve thousand immediately present — aimed in your direction. If it would've been me alone, you would not be here."
Greyson maintained his silence — it wasn't like there was anything really worth saying anyways.
"Now, I've been told that you received a letter addressed tome, and read it, instead of returning it to the mailbox as having been sent to the wrong address," BM said.
Greyson gave a single nod.
"I should hope it is not a habit of yours to read mail that is not your own," BM said.
"It was a mistake," Greyson said. "I didn't check to see that it was my name above the address on the envelope before I opened it."
"Very careless of you," BM said rapidly.
Greyson gave a single nod.
"A very lethal mistake," BM added, speaking slowly again.
"And who's going to kill me?" Greyson brazenly queried.
BM's face popped into a surprised expression that slowly became an intrigued one.
"If I'm not mistaken I've been shot at by approximately nine of your personnel, and I've yet to be fatally wounded — although I have admittedly not gone unscathed — I have even been at point-blank range, and yet given my life," Greyson explained. "It almost seems as if your personnel are afraid to kill me.""