Casey reached out a hand and grabbed the shoulder of the Family boss and yanked hard. He yelped, and he put a hand over the elf’s mouth, dragging him back into the alleyway. He got him halfway down before throwing him hard into a dumpster, hard enough to dent it.
Casey sighed as the man slumped, unconscious, to the ground. “Well. That was easy.” He parted the man’s jacket and started searching for a wallet, also glancing at his hands making a note to take the rings. Then he heard the clicks of many guns.
He froze. He started to mutter, “Ah, shi–” just as the Tommy guns all unloaded on him. He flopped around, like a fish out of water, and then fell face down into the muck of the liquid dripping from the dumpster. Blood pooled out under him, mixing with the questionable liquid there.
“Stupid ass,” said the Consigliere, coming forward and toeing the body. A Capo turned him over, the blond man’s eyes white and unseeing now. “Get Joey and let’s go.”
The capo turned from the body and motioned to some muscle to come over and pick up the Underboss. They put their guns down and headed forward, and the rest of the men milled around, guns lowered.
The Consigliere screamed, a high pitched squeal that shouldn’t have erupted from a man his size. He keeled over sideways, holding onto his groin, as the blond man, his clothes shredded by bullets, sat up. His eyes were still white, unseeing, and blood still dripped from him. He rose, while the rest of the men stared, frozen as he had been before. He turned to the Capo who had looked at him, and punched him, hard enough so that his head went through the dumpster and his neck impaled on the piece of metal sticking up from that.
Someone woke up enough to start shooting, and the man jerked a little more, and blood and bullets exploded from his back into the dumpster again. He turned his head slowly, and walked toward the gunner.
The gunner dropped his piece and bolted. So did everyone else.
The man stood, and then started breathing, first in a wheeze, then in gasps. He closed his eyes and looked at the Consigliere, still on the floor, but pulling out a gun. Casey whirled and kicked the man hard in the side, then again in the groin, then stomped on his hand for good measure. He plucked the gun that he was trying to pull out, and calmly shot the man in the head.
Stuffing the piece in the small of his back, he turned again to his original quarry. By the time he finished going through his pockets, Casey’s eyes had returned to their light blue, his wounds healed. He glanced at the other two men, and also started rifling through their possessions.
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“Don’t answer that door!” screamed Gina’s mother. Gina jerked back, taking four steps back into the living room of the department. Her mother, a scrawny five-foot-three bit of a thing, came forward. Her mother looked at Gina’s horrorstricken face, and went to her, patting her head. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, baby. I don’t know who it is.”
The little girl with the almond-shaped eyes and teeth too big for her mouth gave her a toothy smile. “Okay, mommy,” she said, and stuck out her tongue as she was wont to do after finishing a sentence.
“You wait right there, sweetie. Don’t move, unless someone runs in, and you remember what to do?” The knock came again, harder this time.
Gina nodded. She would run into the bathroom, lock the door, and throw open the window and scream as loud and as long as she could. She stood in front of the TV, watching her mother approach the door as if it was something on fire. She unlocked the bolt, but kept the chain on. She parted the door a little. “Yes?”
“You’re Susan Blanchard?”
“Yes..?”
“You have a daughter, Regina? She has Down’s?”
Her mother’s voice had a strange edge to it. “Who are you?”
“You don’t know me,” he said, and her mother backed up. Gina could see the man now, a large blond man in a black t-shirt. He was going in his back pocket for something. “I heard you at the Welfare office, that you were just applying because you lost your job. This should take care of you for a few months until you’re approved.”
She didn’t see her mother’s face, but heard her gasp. “But…what..?”
“Thank you, would suffice, Ms. Blanchard.” He tapped his eyebrow. “You have a good day.” He looked beyond her, seeing Gina looking at him, and he smiled, and waved with his fingers, then turned around quickly, and left.
Gina’s mother closed the door slowly, turning the bolt, and then leaned heavily against the door. In her hand was a huge pile of money. Gina’s eyes went wide, and her mother sunk to the floor, starting to cry.
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