21
(Season 2 Episode 8)
Rock & Roll
“You think he’s going to help us?” Patty asked with her
heavy accent as she and Creegan ate the sandwiches they had made for dinner.
Creegan stared at her unable to comprehend what she had
said.
Patty rolled her eyes, “Rockwell… do you think he will help
us?”
Jim put it together, “Oh, it didn’t look good. He wants us
both dead, me in particular.”
Patty shrugged, “Screw him then, we do it ourselves.”
Creegan gave her a dirty look, “These people have guns and
numbers. We can’t just punch our way out of this.”
“I’m sick of waiting!” Patty yelled at him, “We need to do
something.”
“You need to get out of my house,” Don walked into his large,
expansive kitchen. “You two have been
squatting long enough.”
Patty frowned at the old, pear-shaped doctor. “We just need a couple more days.”
The doctor shook his head. “Well, you don’t have a couple more days. The Rodriguez brothers are in town and they are here
because they are sick of being jerked around with all this. So, it’s time for you to stop eating my sandwiches
and get the fuck out.”
Patty nodded unhappily. “All right Don, we’ll be out
tomorrow.”
Creegan stopped eating. “The brothers are here in Cleveland?”
Patty looked at Creegan, confused by his interest. The Don nodded. “I got a friend who still does medical work
for Elmo and the brothers paid him a visit last night.”
Creegan grinned, “Now that is something.”
The front doorbell rang and Don grumbled before plodding off
to get it. “Now who the hell is that?”
Patty’s eyes never left Creegan. “What?”
Creegan looked at her. “If the Rodrigeuz brothers are here,
it’s because they don’t think he has the flash drive anymore. They are here to
get it and put him out of business.”
Patty shrugged, “So?”
Creegan took another bite, chewed and swallowed. “So, we tell him we have the drive and we can
force him out into the open.”
The conversation was ended by the thunderous boom.
****
She woke up freezing.
Blasted Cleveland,
the librarian thought as she realized the temperature had dropped almost 20
degrees in the course of four or five hours. She pulled a long-sleeve, cotton, open
shirt-like thing over her arms and got out of her rental car. She walked around back and opened her trunk.
She found her vest and slipped it on, fastening the Velcro
straps that secured it. She then picked up the weapon she had chosen; a
modified Saiga-12.
The Saiga-12 was a Russian automatic shotgun. It had been
modified to be smaller and easier for a woman of her frame to use. Being a
shotgun, it was good for breaching situations and multiple targets, which had
been the reason she had selected it for this task.
She placed a box magazine of ten shells in the gun and
secured it. She then picked up a two more clips and placed them in the packets
on her vest.
She cocked the gun and chambered the first shell.
She then calmly walked down the Shaker Heights street in the
night. No one came out or saw the
heavily armed female death-machine approach Don’s house.
She rang the door bell.
She waited for a little bit and then heard the door lock
begin to click open.
The Librarian shouldered the weapon, aimed it at the door
handle and fired.
The gun kicked against her shoulder, the door handle
exploded. She heard a scream from inside before she put her foot over the threshold.
It swung open and an old pudgy man was on the floor, bleeding from his
destroyed hand.
She took aim and fired. Don’s head ceased to exist.
“No!” The Librarian looked up and saw Patty screaming at
her.
She brought the gun up to take her first target. Creegan
suddenly appeared around the corner and grabbed Patty, dragging her backward
into the kitchen.
The Librarian pushed forward, firing two quick shots as she
approached. The shells struck the doorway to the kitchen and wood splintered
into the hallway.
She had them cornered.
****
Creegan heard the shot and knew they had been found.
He was out of his seat a second later. He heard the second
shot and Patty scream. Creegan saw the strange female assassin at the end of
the hall inside the doorway, standing over what used to be Don.
She brought her gun up and Creegan grabbed Patty, dragging
her backward into the kitchen as the shotgun boomed two more times.
Creegan dragged Patty behind the center cooking island,
putting it between them and the killer.
“We have to go!” Creegan yelled at a slightly distraught
Patty.
She nodded and they moved low along the island toward the
back door. Patty reached for the door
and another boom echoed through the kitchen. The door splintered and Patty
reeled backward in reaction to the shot.
Creegan knew it was now or never. He exploded forward, tackling
Patty through the door. Their combined
weight splintered the door. He heard two more booms and could only hope the
shots didn’t hit them as they crashed onto the wooden deck.
“Now that was fucking entertaining,” Creegan heard a voice
say above him.
He looked up and saw him standing there in his Hawaiian
shirt and a fedora and… What the hell was he holding?
****
“A Tommy Gun?” Stone gawked from next to Rockwell as he
pulled it out of the trunk of the stolen car. “How the fuck did you get one of
those? There’re like four in existence.”
Rockwell wiggled his eyebrow. “Jealous? I have my ways.”
“Does the thing still shoot?” Stone asked about the very old
gun.
Rockwell looked hurt. “Don’t talk about Bonnie that way! She
will work, and I have always wanted to use her, but somebody has a thing
against overkill.”
Stone shrugged, “Fat lot of good that did me.”
The booms in the distance started and Rockwell smiled. “Time
to rock and roll.”
****
“Rockwell?” Creegan asked, confused.
“The one and fucking only.” He responded with a smile.
Creegan’s eyes went to the large drum feed machine gun
dangling at his right side, “Are you going to kill us?”
Rockwell shrugged, “Undecided… but not till after the
Muppet’s dead. You made a good case.”
The Librarian came around the island and into the doorway.
“Hold on,” Rockwell said as he whipped the Tommy gun up and
watched the Librarian’s eyes bulge.
“What’s up, bitch?!” Rockwell yelled as he held down the
trigger and the ancient weapon began to fire, round after round.
The Librarian drove back into the kitchen as the forty-five
caliber machine gun rounds tore the door frame and the corner of the center
island to shreds.
He let off the trigger with a “Woo,” then looked down at Creegan.
“There’s a car out front, I’ll be with
you in a minute.”
Creegan looked at him confused. “Are you going in after
her?”
Rockwell looked suspicious. “Is that a trick question?”
Creegan decided it was best to let Rockwell do what he had
to do. “Be careful, she’s got a vest on.”
Rockwell frowned. “A vest?”
Creegan nodded as he and Patty stood and moved off the deck
to circle the house for the car.
Rockwell shouldered the Tommy Gun and went in after her. “Only pussies wear vests.”
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