Jacquie sat in the black Lincoln outside of a renovated apartment building. He was staring at a file in his hand.
On the
first page of the file in the top left hand corner there were three boxes. The
first box was marked first, the
second middle, and the third was
marked last. The middle and last were
both empty. Crammed inside the first box was the name "Long Barrel Darrel."
Jacquie was reading his new partners file. He didn't know what to expect. After a few more minutes the passenger
door finally popped open and a man taller and skinnier than Jacquie climbed
inside. "Hey how ya doin'? I'm Long Barrel Darrel!" He reached across the car
and extended his hand. Jacquie shook it.
"I'm Jacqueline Bloom. You can call me
Jacquie. Can I call you Darrel for short?"
"Ain't nothing short about me, man! You
can call me LBD if ya wont to though, that's alright." LBD wore mirrored
aviator glasses and a mustache that would have made Burt Reynolds envious.
Jacquie started the car.
"So how'd you get into the Syndicate?"
LBD asked.
Jacquie hid his wide eyes behind his
glasses, "LBD, we don't really discuss how we got involved with the Syndicate.
Everyone has their own story and sometimes it's best not to talk about it."
"Oh sorry, man. Well I don't mind
talking about mine. I wanted in. I just got Gun Bearer status and boy am I
fucking psyched!"
Jacquie noticed right away that LBD
spoke fast and frantic. He could tell that LBD was trying to remain calm but if
a break in their conversation lasted too long than he started to fidget around.
Jacquie also noticed a nervous tick LBD had; he would bring his left elbow in
toward his ribs and squeeze it a little. "You alright, LBD?"
"Me? Fine. Just excited."
"I've noticed n the short time we've
been in the car that you don't settle down much."
Long Barrel Darrel looked around a
little embarrassed. Then he caught himself in the middle of his nervous tick.
He looked down and then back up again, "Oh this, yeah I got this thing. I guess
you call it obsessive compulsive. See I keep my gun in my arm holster." Just as
LBD mentioned his gun he pulled it out from its hiding spot underneath his left
arm. It was a massive gun. Jacquie had never seen a revolver as big as the one
in LBD's hand. "It's a .44 Magnum revolver with custom eleven inch barrel. It's
my pride and joy. Getting to shoot this mother fucker is the reason I wanted to
be a Gun Bearer."
"I guess that's why you're Long Barrel
Darrel."
"Kinda yeah. I mean, I got a serious love
for this gun and any fucking handheld with a long barrel. This sonuvabitch
sounds like a cannon when it goes off. And accurate? I could carve a
Thanksgiving turkey from a hundred yards away. This thing is like having two
dicks, ya know what I'm saying? So no this isn't why they call me Long Barrel
Darrel," said LBD right before he laughed and slapped Jacquie on the back.
Jacquie smiled and shook his head as
they continued driving down the road.
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