Unlucky thug Bull Mayday has just found out his girl Mary Myers is league with Gaunt, the shifty police-criminal who organized the heist that had Bull playing the part of the patsy. Though there are more coppers on him than bees on honey right now, and Mary and Gaunt have him from the other side, he might still be able to squeeze out from between this rock and hard place...
What could I do about Mary anyways? I certainly didn't have any time for self-pity. So Mary turned coat. Big surprise. I suppose there's no honor among thieves, anyway. Even big, brashy, beautiful ones like her. Too bad, I was thinking. We could have had something special.
"Freeze!" one of the cops screamed at me. What was I gonna do, fly away?
I threw up my arms. "Don't shoot!" I cried.
"Quickshots down!" Gaunt ordered as he came around the front of the bus. "Officers, quickshots down!" he ordered again, when some of the men ignored him the first time.
"With all due respect, sir, this isn't your place to call the shots," another police chief said to Gaunt, striding up to him with thumbs in belt like a desperado.
"I've waited and plotted for too long to have you ruin it now, Verlander!" Gaunt cried, and then he blasted the chief twice with his quickshot, right in the chest.
Now, before that, the whole 'life as a criminal' thing was all fun. I mean, old Bull's death had been gruesome, but he was kind of a monster. He sort of deserved it. But this police chief? Dead on account of my heist? My wanting to play tough-guy? That was just too heavy, I tell ya. It was all getting way too heavy.
Before any of the other officers had a chance to stop him, Gaunt fired off nine more shots, succinctly and deftly taking them all down to the pavements like blue dominoes.
The crowd began to scream and flee, cars drove up into stores and onto the curb to get away: total chaos. Two men from the crowd tried to be heroes and charged Gaunt. They were disposed of just as quickly. As for my sorry hide, I managed to make it to the curb before the bastard caught me trying to escape.
"Wait right there!" Gaunt screamed at me. He fired, and somehow, thankfully, missed. His bullet bounced off the street light next to my ear with a deafening clang.
I fell down and began to crawl, and cry, like a baby. God, I didn't want to die. I would have taken back everything I'd ever done wrong in my life just then, for a chance at salvation. Every piece of candy I'd stolen, every hour I'd slacked off at work and gotten paid for. Every grape I'd eaten without paying for at the grocery store. I just didn't want to go out like a bum.
"I don't have the money, Gaunt," I said. "It's in the bus... The bags... Take them, I don't want it. Take it and go, please!"
"It's not about the money, now, you little jerk," he said, creeping closer to tower over me like an angel of death, with his quickshot drawn on my sweaty forehead. "You've got to die so that they all think you killed these fine officers, Bull. Daat. Sorry son of bitch. Or whatever you want to be called by your executor. Last words?"
I wasn't going to honor him by giving him a caption for his memory of my death. I tried to stand up, but Gaunt kicked my legs out from under me. The concrete tore my hands up as I fell down again. It didn't hurt, though. I was going to die anyways. I really thought that was it.
"I'll see you in h-," Gaunt started to say, but as I stared at his mouth, watching what I thought were going to be the last words I ever heard get spoken, the strangest thing happened: Gaunt's head exploded.
As the brains and blood rained down onto me, I wasn't so much horrified as surprised. You just don't expect to see that, a head exploding. And then, when his twitching body fell after a second or two, I saw Mary standing behind, her quickshot barrel a chimney.
"Mary!" I cried. "Mary, why'd you do it?"
"Because," she said, coming over to help me up, "like I said before, I think you're my kind of fella. Now let's get the loot and get out of here!"
"And not on public transit this time!" I added.
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