The Fixer

Fixers

A black man and woman sat on their knees in a living room that had plastic wrap around the furniture.

"Please!" the woman cried. The man sat solid."We won't tell anyone. Davie wouldn't want this."

A Caucasian man looking to be in his mid forties stood behind him with a 38 special.He had thick brown hair slicked back and down to his middle neck.No rings, necklaces, tattoos, or piercings.Just glasses with a orange shade and gold rims.He wore a dark, thick, and yellow turtleneck.Along with this was a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans.

"Nobody wanted this hon," he said with a deep, plain voice, "Nobody but Davie."

"Listen", the black man said,"John, this was an accident.It happens,you know.We've known each other a long time John, please don't let me go out looking at you like a fixer."

John raised the gun.He raised it to the man's head.

"You don't have to do this John," said the man.John pulled the trigger and blood spilled on the plastic covered floor, some on the furniture.The shot didn't make much of a sound.The gun was suppressed.

At watching the black man's death, the woman became cocky.

"How much did you pay for the silencer John? Was it just for us or recent use?"

John walked slowly to the front of the black woman.

"You gonna kill me John? Go ahead.You piece of...."

John shot her in the forehead.He put the gun away, pulled out his phone, and made a call.

"Garrett, I'm ready."

Garrett, Harley, and Dake came out to the suburban house and helped John load the bodies in his truck.

"Out to the field" John said,

Garrett looked at John, "We're going out for drinks after this.Want in?"

John looked surprised. "Hell no.I'm goin' home and to bed.I've had a long fuckin day."

"You need to relax," Dake said,"Do you see us taking everything so serious? "

John gave him the finger."Maybe if you were more 'serious' you wouldn't have done a six year inch."

"Fuck you John."

The whole ride out to the fields, nobody said anything else.The truck parked in a small space open were John had parked many times before.

As they got out of the car, Harley spoke."John, what the hell these guys do that makes it som much doe?"

"They weren't a couple.The woman's husband been complain'in of the girls fucking around.She's been all over town and that was her current man."

They left the car with the two bodies in a simple garbage bad.Dake drug one while Garrett drug the other.

When they got to the hole a man was there."Took you fellas long enough, " he said. "Lose your legs in the war."

"Hey Harris" John said.Unknown to the others, John pulled out his gun.

"Got those holes dug?" John asked.Harris nodded.John raised his gun to Dake's head and shot.The blood from Dake's head and glared from the tuck lights. "Fuck you too Dake."

Garrett was furious."What the fuck!? There gonna kill us.You son of a bitch..." Bam.Garrett shot and John in the neck.John fell.

Harley punched Garrett for killing his partner and wrestled with him on the ground.

Meanwhile, Harris took the truck and started to back out into the night.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Garrett yelled.

While Garret was yelling, Harley pulled his gun and shot hin in the chest.

Harley waved for Harris.To tell him it was safe.Hesitantly, Harris got out and talked to Harley.

"That was fucked up!"

Harley hit Harris in the jaw and he dropped.Harris got on top of his and started beating him.

When he was done, Harley was about to take the truck.He couldn't find the keys.

He had to walked.He walked. ..and walked. ..walked. ..and stopped.Footsteps?

He heard footsteps.They got closer and louder.Then to a running mode.

Just when Harley was about to turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his back.A knife.Harris had ran and put a knife in his back.

Harley gasped for air a few times.Then he was dead. Harris knew he couldn't do this by himself.He made a phone call.

"Charles, listen.I'm ready."