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Wolves and Sheep: Part 3 – Open Seating
Jim-Bean closed the door. Shotgun blasts pounded it on the other side.
“What are you doing?” shouted Guppy in disbelief, straining to be heard over the roaring of the tunnel
Jim-Bean rifled through his duffel bag. He came back up with a gas mask and a tear-gas grenade.
“Is that…?” was all Guppy got out before Jim-Bean
He tossed the gas mask to Guppy. “Put this on!” he shouted.
Jim-Bean pulled the pin with his teeth. Then, cracking the door open a notch, he rolled the canister down the corridor.
More shotgun blasts, coughing and shouting greeted him in response.
“What about Hammer?” shouted Guppy. “He doesn’t have a gas mask, does he?”
“He’ll manage!” Jim-Bean opened the door from the car on the opposite side. “Hammer! Tear-gas!” Then he snapped on his own gas mask and cocked his pistol.
The mobsters were in complete disarray. Some tried to retain their grip on their shotguns. Others struggled to cover their faces with napkins and tablecloths. But mostly they just rolled around on the floor, choking and moaning.
Guppy could barely hear Jim-Bean through his gas mask.
“What?” he asked.
“I said,” shouted Jim-Bean, “we can’t leave anyone behind. How much time we got?”
Guppy struggled to read his cistron through the smoke. “Four minutes?”
Jim-Bean nodded. He pointed his SIG at the head of one of the mobsters and pulled the trigger.
“Mother trucker!” shouted Guppy.
Jim-Bean fired his pistol again and another mobster died. “What?”
“You just—“
Jim-Bean fired twice more, perforating the heads of two more mobsters.
“Stop that!” shouted Guppy.
“Look,” said Jim-Bean, like a pistol-toting Darth Vader in his gas mask, “do you want to discuss the ethics of killing people or do you want to save the world?”
“I…”
Jim-Bean fired another two shots, offing another two mobsters.
“That’s a trick question, I don’t really care,” said Jim-Bean. He pointed his pistol at another mobster and pulled the trigger. It clicked.
“Out of bullets. That’ll have to do.”
The door opened on the other side of the car. Hammer stood in the doorway.
“What took you so long?”
Jim-Bean closed the door. Shotgun blasts pounded it on the other side.
“What are you doing?” shouted Guppy in disbelief, straining to be heard over the roaring of the tunnel
Jim-Bean rifled through his duffel bag. He came back up with a gas mask and a tear-gas grenade.
“Is that…?” was all Guppy got out before Jim-Bean
He tossed the gas mask to Guppy. “Put this on!” he shouted.
Jim-Bean pulled the pin with his teeth. Then, cracking the door open a notch, he rolled the canister down the corridor.
More shotgun blasts, coughing and shouting greeted him in response.
“What about Hammer?” shouted Guppy. “He doesn’t have a gas mask, does he?”
“He’ll manage!” Jim-Bean opened the door from the car on the opposite side. “Hammer! Tear-gas!” Then he snapped on his own gas mask and cocked his pistol.
The mobsters were in complete disarray. Some tried to retain their grip on their shotguns. Others struggled to cover their faces with napkins and tablecloths. But mostly they just rolled around on the floor, choking and moaning.
Guppy could barely hear Jim-Bean through his gas mask.
“What?” he asked.
“I said,” shouted Jim-Bean, “we can’t leave anyone behind. How much time we got?”
Guppy struggled to read his cistron through the smoke. “Four minutes?”
Jim-Bean nodded. He pointed his SIG at the head of one of the mobsters and pulled the trigger.
“Mother trucker!” shouted Guppy.
Jim-Bean fired his pistol again and another mobster died. “What?”
“You just—“
Jim-Bean fired twice more, perforating the heads of two more mobsters.
“Stop that!” shouted Guppy.
“Look,” said Jim-Bean, like a pistol-toting Darth Vader in his gas mask, “do you want to discuss the ethics of killing people or do you want to save the world?”
“I…”
Jim-Bean fired another two shots, offing another two mobsters.
“That’s a trick question, I don’t really care,” said Jim-Bean. He pointed his pistol at another mobster and pulled the trigger. It clicked.
“Out of bullets. That’ll have to do.”
The door opened on the other side of the car. Hammer stood in the doorway.
“What took you so long?”