"Come on man, you know it's totally fucked up!" said Jacquie from across the restaurant table. The table was covered in dirty plates, cutlery, and glasses with sweat beads making small puddles.
"Hey, shut up, here she comes," warned
Simon from the other side of the plate stacks.
A cute young blonde waitress made her
way up the guys table, " how are we doing over here," she made eye contact with
both of them but she went back to Jacquie a few more times than Simon. "Can I
get some of these out of your way?" She started stacking the plates higher.
Jacquie fumbled forward to help her and Simon took a sip from his coffee.
"We're fine for now, thanks," said
Jacquie looking into the waitresses eyes.
"No problem, remember my name is Cindy,"
she replied.
"The dame likes you man," said Simon
when she was far enough away not to be able to hear.
"Shut up, Simon. Like I was saying,
you're taking all of this shit pretty well, ya know it?"
"What do you mean?"
"You used to be the top dog Gun Bearer.
You know, I'm training this guy now LBD..."
"Long Barrel Darrel?"
"Yeah, I told him you and I used to run
together and he nearly shit a fucking brick. He was impressed that I worked
with you. Have you ever thought about the name you've created for yourself?
Simon 'Mother Fucking Corpse-Maker' Refing."
"Ah cut it out Jacquie, it ain't that big of a deal, you gotta let this go. I've learned to live with it. Gillingham does what he does for the Syndicate. I screwed up I'm paying for it."
"We're all paying for it man," snapped
Jacquie.
"Hey!" Simon snapped back, "Do you
remember how I used to be? Do remember what kinds of things I did to become a
fucking Grimland urban legend? Do you remember the Nelson Bigsby disaster?"
"No, I'd happily forgotten about that
one, Simon."
"Yeah, well I haven't! We went in there
just trying to get information on where we could find Nelson Bigsby. All we had
was an address, 803 Highlight Apartments. We got there, knocked on the door, but
no one answered. I pressed my ear to the door and could hear the faint sounds
of conversation coming from another room in the apartment. I busted down the
door and you drew your gun to back me up. I drew mine and all we found was a
woman in the kitchen to the right of the front door. You got your hand to her
mouth before she could scream. You tried to calm her while I swept the
apartment. I should have waited for you to subdue her before going on ahead."
"No, you should have let me calm her down. Then I could have questioned her and we would have avoided the whole mess that ensued."
"Yeah, well...I went on ahead and you
stayed back. I walk into the dining room filled with Nelson Bigsby's entire
fucking family and there is Nelson at the head of the table."
"They were having Thanksgiving dinner."
"Thanks fucking giving dinner. I had my
gun out of course but it was pointed up at the ceiling. The family,
specifically the grandmother, must have known what I was there for. The
grandmother rose from her seat and as she does I caught a glimpse of something
in her hand. The next thing I know my left arm is in searing pain and the
handle of a knife is all I can see sticking out of my arm. I put two in the old
ladies gut. Then bodies start to jump on me. I unloaded every round. Every
round, Jacquie, into Nelson Bigsby and his entire family. The only person who
got out was his sister-in-law, who you were holding in the other room."
"Nelson Bigsby was a raving lunatic.
When we searched his suitcase we found an Axe, Simon. We found an actual axe.
He was probably going to murder his family."
"So? I beat him to it. It doesn't matter
that I killed him too, his family is still dead. That's a lot of innocent souls
Jacquie. I'm a dangerous man, and with a gun I'm a fucking monster."
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