The radio was blaring, the cd that Vincent had put in had went on to the next track. Another loud alternative song filled my ears as we went down the old country road. We had went on a mission in the next town over. I’ve been in the truck for 9.5 hours in total, I of course slept through most of it. Although, with what happened during the mission, I could hardly sleep.
“How much until we get back, Vincent?” luke said. Vincent did not speak. He stared out of the windshield, after about five minutes he responded with a shaking voice.
“F-five more miles” he said almost unsure of himself. The car was hot and smelt of the metal blood sent. My shirt was stuck to my back and the seat like a gross sandwich. I had been pretending to sleep and a little after vincent spoke I opened my eyes.
“Can we pull over in a few?” Luke asks, he sounds angry for some reason.
“Why? We pulled over three hours ago. Do you really need to piss?” vincent said.
“Yes. as a matter of fact I do.” I could hear the lie in his voice. I know he just wants to have a cigarette and I wanted one too. Vincent sighed and glanced at the rearview mirror glancing at Luke’s reflection. He looked at lilly in the back. Her black hair was waving wildly behind her. She looked like a half black pocahontas, the disney version that is. I also watched her. She was holding her pistol between her knees. Waiting.
“We have five more minutes, Luke. Can you wait?” Vincent asked turning down a dirt road, increasing in speed. Olive sat down in the back of the truck her pistol aimed in the air.
Three shots fired off into the air. She lowered the gun and looked into the truck nodding as she took her goggles off her forehead and placed them over her eyes before climbing on the roof of the pick-up.
I grabbed the seat belt lock and clicked it off and crawled out the window and onto the roof next to Olive. I grabbed a pistol from the side pouch on her hip. Vincent honked the truck horn, startling both Olive and I both. I shot in the air twice. We were turning into our ‘driveway’, I latched onto the side of the truck. My feet on the step, I shot the gun off at the sky once more twice. I heard a echoed yell, all four of us mimicked it. Vincent pulled over near the cabin and I jumped off pulling a cigarette box out of my front pocket, opening it pulled one out of the box and pulled my lighter out of the pack as well. Lighting it I spoke to Olive.
“Yo, do you think Alex made some actual grub?” I exhaled some smoke and looked at her.
“Who knows, he probably killed person, took out their liver and deep fried it.” she waved my smoke out of her face.
“Probably,” I said looking at the manson. There obviously had been another break in. I could see blood on the porch and lawn. The static started.
“Oh look they’re finally back,” Maek said as we walked in I put my cigarette out on his scalp. “Asshole!” he screamed, and threw a punch at me. I caught it and pinned him in a arrest lock against the wall.
“Not exactly, I think you should look in the mirror, then you’ll see one.” I said and let him go. My skin started to turn, great. My vision cleared and walked to It’s office. Luke, Vincent, and Olive were already in there standing in the ‘waiting room’. I stood next to Olive and sighed. I went to grab my cigarettes but vincent cleared his throat and looked at me. I put my hand down and glared.
“Did anyone actually bother to knock or let ‘em know were here?” luke growled.
“I did” olive shot back.
“Fantastic, now how long ago was that?”
“Five minutes ago.”
“Oh go fu-” he stopped his sentence short, his glace going from Olive to the office door opening revealing our operator. Our mother, our boss, our… Very own Veronica Scarol.
"What's with the bickering, children” It looked at us. It's black eyes glinted in the dim light. It was wearing it's classic black dress. It's cleavage exposed and hair down to her hips was curled. Her extra set of arms were in her hips. She looked pissed, that was not a good thing.
