chapter. 12 Gimmie a drink
Chapter. 12 Gimmie a drink
Kyle had begun to shove our "stuff" which cosseted mainly of weapons, ammunition and money into a large backpack while I gathered myself and went about lifting the girl, Kyle swung the backpack onto his back and marched towards the door and swung it open, but before he marched on out he peeked round the corner of the doorway ,he recoiled back in took a deep breath and then sprinted out the door, I momentarily froze in a state of surprise looking around for help and eventually came to the conclusion I should follow him, so mysterious girl in hand I chased after him, and when I left the room I looked around to see what had made him run, there were five Doberman holding weapons that I had never seen in my life and they were chasing us.
When they realise they couldn't catch up to us they began firing upon us, the only noise the weapons made was when they impacted something, that something being the wall, my left inner shin, my right side at rib height and right shoulder blade. I staggered and dropped to one knee near dropping the tigress, I took one deep breath then he pulled myself up with much grunting I resumed following Kyle down a stair case, as he barricaded the door behind us I looked up and down the centre of the stairwell, there must have been at least one hundred floors in either direction, I sighed and whispered "fuck" at which point Kyle had already begun cascading down the metallic stairs, with a push a followed suit.
Upon reaching the bottom floor we took a moment to catch our breath and then burst into the lobby exposing the black marble and metal angular interior , as I ran through I looked around in amazement at the architecture along with see the disapproving and frightened faces, when we left the hotel there was a large multi-storey car park across the street at which point Kyle to the girl of me as he saw I was injured, and he threw me the keys , when I saw the car I knew it was mine, it was a black 1965 ford mustang with white stripes, polished to perfection (I would like to take a moment to appreciate that car they is my favourite) as we ran I clicked open the locks and the hydraulic boot opened (or trunk if your American) in which Kyle placed the backpack and he placed the girl in the back seat while I started up the car.
When I placed the key in the ignition a series of digital gages lit up on the dashboard along with holographic information being displayed around the steering wheel, then the centre console rotated revealing an l.c.d. screen, it greeted me and then began to play, called out in the dark by snow patrol, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwTXwJg6_VE&ob=av2e)
We simply ignored the music I was in too much pain to care I reversed out of the space, slammed the car into gear and shot of, we broke through the parking barrier one of the Doberman where standing on the other side he rolled over the bonnet, up the windscreen and over the roof, his mystical rifle had got caught in the wipers Kyle reached out the window and grabbed it. After that we swerved through the traffic as I followed kyles obscure directions.
We eventually pulled up outside a small deserted looking bar, by that time all my energy was wasted so Kyle bulled me out of the driver seat and dragged me inside, he turned to the bartender who was an old bear and casually polishing a glass and asked whilst panting "where is he???" the man nodded towards a back room and that is where Kyle dragged me.
I was propped up on a steely cold chair as a fox undressed me down to my underwear and began to stitch up my wounds, and then I passed out. I awoke in a booth in the bar, Kyle was sitting on a stool at the bar talking to the bear, I looked down I was now only wearing my trousers, a waistcoat and bandages I pushed myself up and staggered toward the bar. I slouched in the stool next to Kyle he turned to me and said "borris gimmie to of the usual!"To which the bear placed to glasses on the table with three cubes of ice in each and two cylindrical containers that opened as he pushed the buttons on the top, Kyle and I lifted the containers and pored a shot worth of black liquid into the glasses, I knocked it to the back of my throat, it tasted of liquorice and whisky, I then slammed the glass on the table and asked Kyle " do you mind telling m what the fuck is going on?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"