After Camaro dragged Lord's body into
the bathtub containing sodium hydroxide with a small, flat heating unit
set to 270 degrees underneath he knew he had a few hours until the
body dissolved so he went into the living room and sat on the couch
next to his aunt Stacy. She watched him sit down and sighed. He
nudged her cigarettes closer.
“Thanks” she said.
“You are welcome” he replied.
“No” she said. “Not just for
this. For handling Lord. Normally I would've done it but since I used
to date the guy it makes it a bit awkward. That son of a bitch. I
can't believe he tried to kill us. Something is really wrong. We need
to find out who hired him and kill them.”
“How do you suggest we begin?”
Camaro asked. He slid the ashtray towards Stacy before she could
flick the ashes on the floor.
“Reverse track the asshole” she
said. “How good are your computer skills?”
“Very good” he said.
“Okay then” Stacy said and took a
long drag from her cigarette, sending her into a coughing fit.
“Jesus. That was a good one. Anyway, I need you to get every number
from Lord's phone. Names, addresses, whatever you can find. Obviously
our services are no longer needed.” Stacy paused and waited for a
reaction from Camaro. After getting none she continued. “When we're
finished we gotta move. You okay with that?”
“Yes” he said.
“Good” she said as she bit her
bottom lip.
“Question” Camaro said. Stacy
nodded. “With both of our reputations it is very likely that Lord
was not the only person sent to assassinate us. Though he was known
as being one of the best sending him alone for both of us would be
foolish.”
“So what do you suggest?” Stacy
asked.
“Gather every weapon we have and
while Lord continues to dissolve we take turns keeping watch of our
immediate area” he said. “After Lord is taken care of we leave.”
Stacy nodded, mashed out her cigarette, and left the room. Camaro
went to his room and grabbed his laptop. He felt the hairs stand on
the back of his neck and went to his window. He peered out and saw
Antonio E. Bagram standing on his porch across the street. Camaro
removed Lord's phone from his pocket and dialed back the last number
to call. Antonio removed his phone from his pocket at the same time.
“Hey, neighbor” Antonio said.
Camaro did not respond. “The fact that you're calling me means that
maybe Lord wasn't as good as everyone said he was. Think you could
put him on the phone? I want my money back.” Silence. “Did you
kill Lord?”
“Yes.”
“Well...shit” Antonio said. “Where
is his now?”
“The bathtub” Camaro said.
“The bathtub? Then what?” Antonio
asked.
“Most of him will go down the drain”
Camaro responded. “You can come over and see if you want.” Camaro
realized that he was starting to feel something that most people have
described to him: annoyance.
“Most people invite friends over for
cookies” Antonio laughed. “Not to watch bodies melt!”
“We are not friends” Camaro said
and hung up. He ducked just in time to dodge a bullet that shattered
his bedroom window. Camaro then felt his lips do something they had
not done since he was a small child.
Camaro smiled.
Stacy burst into the room low holding a
Desert Eagle .50 caliber handgun. She saw Camaro smiling and shrugged
as she put the gun away. Camaro reached under his bed and grabbed his
AR-15. He walked past his aunt and rushed downstairs. He pulled the
front door open and unloaded 800 rounds into Antonio's home.
End of Season One.
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