The Gambler Vol. 2

Chapter One - Knock Knock Knockin' on Hell's Door

Glen had opened that door to fear the worst, and he opened it to be greeted by the cold Michigan wind and seeing lights upon lights flying on or by him. He thought that Colleen did report him to the cops, or perhaps Mantis be pulling a trick? He put his hand over his eyes to take a look until he heard, "Hands up" over the loudspeaker, but he couldn't tell if it was from the chopper or a cop car. He raised his hands with, "augh, boy."

The feeling of the cold had got to his hands. That aura was making its way through his sweater and sweatpants. He couldn't run or jog to get some heat going. He just had to stand and wait for the cops to grab him up, go inside and grab Jimbo and Jasmine, along with him saying to the cops to take it easy on them due to the mental illnesses they have.

'Grab me, then.' He thought.

Next, the blinding spotlight moved away from him. His eyes darted to where the spotlight was going. He saw the neighbors of 326 and 324. Those two also with hands up, appearing dumbfounded (like himself) on what was going on. The average Shelby Township resident doesn't see this every day. The other corner of his eye saw multiple cops in uniform with two undercover officers wearing just muscle shirts and jeans along with masks heading to 322. The sight of that made Glen drop his hands and fear, with a shake of his head.

The officers charged to that closed door, with the undercover cops taking the lead. While they waited for an answer, Glen had known some things were going on at 322 besides a neglected toddler. But besides that, he wasn't wrapped up with what they did. Glen thought of the idea of the toddler being scared shitless by a stampede of cops, regardless of what had been going on in there. He moved forward to a standing cop across from 326 and alerted the cop of this, along with the woman at 324 (whom he didn't know well). The cop assured them that they were aware of the information.

After telling of this, Glen stepped forward to his door with Jimbo and Jasmine now outside viewing the show themselves. When Glen got to the door, he heard the commotion and turned back. The three saw two uniformed cops dragging a scared white male that Glen could identify as the van driver he confronted late in the previous week. He appeared frightened and wonder what is happening now, really happening?

Although getting in criminal activity, Glen knew that he would sooner or later get caught if so, he wishes to continue, but how the cops will get to him or how they will enter his life to tell him he had done wrong was a toss-up. Viewing this now, and since he has been making 2,000-4,000 dollars a month without Uncle Sam's knowledge, he shook his head on the idea that this kind of entrance from the cops to the souls in 322, guilty or innocent, might see this himself as the target.

He next saw the other male in the van, along with a large chubby teenage woman and another woman who had some weight on her, blond hair and wore only her purple underwear and a t-shirt. She then complained that she needed her coat, but a cop told her, "Fuck you, you are running a drug house and exposing your child to drugs, you can just freeze in the cop car."

Glen then said, "I think from now on, we will sleep with our clothes on, just in case they do this to us."

Jasmine asked, "Why would they do this to us?"

Jimbo chuckled, "Glen and I are gamblers now. They find out we are doing that; it's going to be us next."

Glen stopped them, "Maybe, maybe not."

Next, they saw two female officers holding each hand of the toddler, each wearing a coat and appearing sympathetic. Glen began to think about a scene in a horror film in a dream sequence deeply. For a moment, his mind didn't show the commotion ahead of him, but seeing Shelia wearing a winter coat and holding the hand of that toddler, smiling, and the two were singing a children's song. He found it somewhat off to see them doing this in the middle of the night in this little sequence he was.