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Post by Chocolate on Feb 26, 2011 3:20:11 GMT
Tyson
He let her talk to him, knowing that she, of all people needed someone to talk too. It was hard, working for someone else, always being the underdog, making less money struggling to keep off the streets while they're one of the richest people on earth.
The underdog, his nickname echoed in his mind. He was the underdog, could blend in anywhere, get under peoples skin, mess with there sanity. That's why he quit, he couldn't take it anymore. Too many pointless killings, too many deaths on his shoulders, too many marks on his soul. Always trying to fight his way to the top, one day he realized, there was no reason to keep living that lie. Thats why Tyson had left that gang, there was nothing at the top, but a bucket and a mop, and an illustrated book about birds. You have the title, you can only clean it up, making it look nice and then you're stuck with something completely worthless in the end.
He nodded, showing that he was listening. One of the few who didn't play dirty, a rarity, like a diamond in the coal mine. "All of them are over grown garden snakes." He mumbled, quietly, trying not to interrupt her 'rant'. He enjoyed conversations like this, with little input on his own behalf. He continued to listen, though for what he was listening for he had no idea.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 26, 2011 15:33:02 GMT
Dahlia laughed as he said that they were all overgrown garter snakes. She looked at him with a warm smile, something she didn't do often anymore. She was skirt playing a man's game, she had to pretend to be a hardass, but she wasn't. The only time she truly was when she was pissed or agitated. She still had her mother's heart, and it kept her from turning completely cold and callous. "Look, I'll go to the club with you without a fight, I'd just like to stay here a while. I like it here, its calm and peaceful". She looked at the alter, a far away look in her eyes. She was remembering her and her mother, when she was a child, when the world was still bright and full of wonder and hope. She smiled, "When I was little I wanted to do a job that would let me travel all over the world. My mother would let me watch the documentary channels and I'd watch all these shows of far away places. Sometimes, I think about setting my gun and cellphone on snake's desk and telling him goodbye. Move to Tahiti, change my name to Lotus Blossom, walk around in a bikini top and sarong, feeling the warm sand on my bare feet, get a sunburn, listen to the sounds of waves every night before I fall asleep". She looked back at the man, a look in her eyes that hadn't been there for nearly four years, "Flirt with island boys who don't speak a lic of english, make some money teaching tourists some water sport they'll never do again, forgetting I'm nothing more then a grunt, forget this damned filthy city, the way it hugs you tighter and tighter until you feel like you can't breathe anymore. Forget this life..." her voice trailed off and she sighed softly. She looked like there was more she wanted to say, but for whatever reason she decided not to share it and smiled, looking back at the alter. "Lotus blossom" she laughed. "I think if I run away I better think of a better cover name".
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 26, 2011 19:49:14 GMT
Tyson
He nodded, "Take as long as you want." He muttered, looking at the ground. Tyson looked at the woman as she smiled, making him smile slightly. It was weird, the last time he had smiled was when he was playing with his little kid, who had been taken away from him by child services.
He enjoyed her dream, it seemed nice and peaceful. "I always wanted to be in the military, oddly enough. I wanted to make a difference in this world, help all the others who need it, protect people. maybe that's why they gave me the rank of bodyguard, I always wanted to protect people, and they thought I was pretty good at it. Die for anyone in a second, Ironic, since I kill people so often. I did turn in my gun, gave up on the whole war. You just get tired of always fighting, make you lose your mind after a while, and I miss my little daughter, she was taken away from me. I miss her so much... Tell you what, if you ever do get tired of this lets run away together, me you and my daughter, move to that island, I'd get the position of a bodyguard and teach her how to swim. Watch sun sets and get sand in our shoes. I'd change my name to Mason and live the perfect life, anything to get away from this hellhole."
He said, looking at the alter. "Maybe one day God will listen to our prayers."
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 26, 2011 21:36:55 GMT
Dahlia smiled, "If you work for the military, I'm sorry to say, you'll be doing exactly the same thing. There are a couple ex-military guys working for Donn. You can see it in their eyes, they've seen too much, they're lost. What we really need is people like Julian" she said looking over in his direction briefly. "We need people who want to help people just because they care. If you want to clean your soul, find a way to help the people here who have no one willing to pick them up". Dahlia took a deep breath, "Look, I really want to get clean. A couple days ago I..." her voice trailed off and she swallowed gaining strength. "I bought a dirty needle on purpose. I was just so damn tired. I ended up throwing it in the trash, but thats when I knew, I have to get clean or I'm going to burn out very soon. I tried to get clean on my own last week, but I had bad dreams and relapsed. Today is the 4th day clean, and I want this time to really count. So..I'm going to stay, until I know I can trust myself. If Donn wants to speak to me, let him know where you found me." She sighed and stood up, "I hope you get your little girl back soon. My father never cared for me, I was just the link to his future generation. Make sure she knows you love her, I know what its like when little girls don't know that". She reached into the backpack turning Kenny's cell back on. "You didn't tell me your name" she said, "Whats your name, and not your street name, I refuse to say mine, I hate it".
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 26, 2011 22:01:41 GMT
Tyson
"Staying clean is hard, never did drugs, but I'm trying to stray away from my smoking and alcohol addictions, just a little too hard for me to manage. Call me Tyson, the People on the street call me The Underdog, kind of famous for a crime i committed two years ago, it's the reason they took my little daughter away, still can't believe I did it, it was boss's orders and back then I did whatever I could to stay in good with him. Like a dog, The underdog, that is a different story, if you want to find me, just look for a hooded figure on the streets, thats usually me, trying to stay hidden from radar, still in hiding." He found himself rambling, like he used to, when he was still in grade school.
He stood up, still clearly away of the gun in his back pocket. He might have given up on the gang, but he could never turn in the gun. Not when they were still looking for him. At that moment he seemed like a normal teenager, worn out from the day's expeditions, not the bodyguard that he really was. His true nickname should be The Protector, not The Underdog.
"Very clever, Though you could escape, from me no less. You always could slip under our radar, but you know the rules, once you're in, you're in for life." Tyson tensed as his boss said the words, knowing that there was a gun pointed at him. "Fuck it all." He said, turning out, pulling out his gun. "Same old ignorance as before," The guy said, he looked to be mid 40's wispy gray hair, blue eyes and a cigarette in his mouth.
"What you call ignorance I call survival." Tyson replied, his entire face turning hard. "Put the gun down." The guy demanded. "You know me, I won't hesitate to blast you." Tyson replied. "Then why haven't you?" Those four words seemed to make Tyson doubt himself, he shook his head no, reassuring himself. "Because, I don't want to fight, not now. Not here." His boss raised his eyebrows, then looked at Dahlia. "Then come, and put the gun down. I'll take you back to the club." Tyson, his position seemed to become sad. He slowly put the gun on the pew, looking at Dahlia, his icy blue eyes were sad, almost as if saying. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.' The boss grabbed Tyson's back. "Don't worry, your little friend there won't get harmed, only you. You know the punishments... And I promise I won't show no mercy." Tyson nodded, closing his eyes ans the boss, dragged him out of the halfway house, heading to the Clubs.
It was so strange, Tyson could have easily taken the guy down, but he didn't maybe it was true Tyson didn't want to fight anymore, maybe that's why he put his gun down. He had put up the white flag.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 27, 2011 0:15:45 GMT
It all happened way too fast. The old lieutenant went for Tyson's gun but Dahlia was fast, even in as much pain as she was, even as tired as she was, she was still too fast for him. She got the gun first and cocked it and released the safety. "Oh Doll, what are you going to do, shoot me babe?" said the sleazebag. Dahlia scowled at the mention of her street name, "Frack you asshole. Get the frack out, I'm not going anywhere with you". The man folded his arms, he seemed rather amused. "Look dear, Donn hasn't given us orders what do do with you yet, I don't even if he knows yet what happened, but Eric has a loud mouth, so everyone knows. You really think you can run from him?" Dahlia clicked the gun, her finger off the trigger, "I didn't frackin betray him damnit! Get out! I don't answer to you, I swear to god, if you force me to shed blood in here you will not die quickly". Her eyes were a fiery blue, like a fire that is much too hot. The lieutenant knew he was backpedaling, Dahlia had a temper to match Donn's and it was frightening how accurate her aim was. "Fine, but I'll enjoy watching you be dragged down to the pit, maybe he'll let us lieutenants have fun with you before putting a bullet in your head" he said as he tilted his head, imagining her naked and on her knees. When the doors closed Dahlia sat down on the pew hard and began to sob. She had burned her last bridge, she knew they'd ask her to leave. She just wanted to get clean, to rest her head for a while. She put the safety back on, then dismantled the gun, and didn't care anymore. She sobbed harder then she had in years, she was so tired, she was so emotionally and mentally exhausted, "Please, something has to give, I can't take much more of this". She felt the same feeling she felt last week, "I should just put a needle in my arm and be done with it" she sobbed.
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Post by sonata on Feb 27, 2011 13:39:01 GMT
Hue felt like a camera in first-person view. Every once in awhile, he would see hands that were brown, old and wrinkled come into view and then disappear, swinging to a sauntering pace. The man that was walking wasn’t him. It was someone very much older, and he was strolling along a grey sidewalk. There weren’t many people walking it, but on the corner was a hot dog stand that filled his nostrils with the smell of heated pork. As the stranger whose eyes he happened to be looking through faced the vender, Hue was left with a brief image of a green apron and white sleeves. The vendor and the man were unknown.
The prophet’s eyes fluttered open to focus on the ceiling he had took in earlier. His small bible was opened and resting downward on his chest. He had fallen asleep so easily he didn’t remember how. There was a disturbance downstairs. Visitors from the morning speech were speaking in loud and panicked murmurs, and that noise put Hue on the edge. He sat up and scooted out of bed, and made long strides to his shoulder holster on the floor. He snatched it up, dressing the straps about his shoulders as the heavy holsters slapped against his sides like the heels of a rider. The brunet then strode down the hallway, removing one of his SIGs as he pulled back the slider to pop a round into the chamber and rested his index finger lightly on the safety.
A few visitors had quietly fled the mission upon taking a glimpse of the gun exchange going on in the back. They hadn’t done it too quietly as they made sure to bring the attention of several others to the three dangerous individuals.
By the time Hue started descending the steps, his shoulder centimeters from the wall as he approached the end, he saw a few shady characters leave. Had they been there the whole time? If that old, black woman hadn’t distracted him, then he might have been more alert. Damn Hue thought. He was hoping that there would have been some trouble to justify why he was walking around with a weapon. He had remembered Julian’s warning, and it made him nervous.
Reluctantly, Hue stole back upstairs to his room. Standing within its confines, he glared in frustration at the ground for he needed a better way to conceal what he was carrying. Removing the shoulder holster, he walked over to his bed, removed the pistols individually and stuck one gun into his left cargo pocket, and the second into his right. Problem solved. Slipping the shoulder holster under his blanket, Hue stepped back out and started back down the stairs.
The mission was empty except for Julian, that other guy he hadn’t met, the dog whose breed he couldn’t figure out, and some blubbering girl in the back. It was possible that those men could have been the reason for her tears. Her depression made him think of Jessica. Glancing aimlessly to Julian, Hue started over to the strange woman and when he came before the pew in which she sat, he watched her for a few seconds. Oh god; what is the Christian thing to do? Hue mused. He knew what it was already, and it worried him to think about it. It felt so out of his character or perhaps he was feeling the side-effects of living in a cruel and dirty world. He was becoming numb to another’s feelings.
You can do it, his conscience encouraged.
Hue felt his heart thump rapidly in his chest and slowly he stepped over to Dahlia before taking a knee. His arms then rose to wrap around her in a light embrace. He didn’t just want to lock his arms about her because she might have taken it as some sort of sexual assault—since he thought all women were edgy. This seems right, he thought. Perhaps Julian would have done the same?
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Post by pristorn on Feb 27, 2011 14:55:03 GMT
Julian had settled into his usual routine when the argument started. Listening to several of his regulars, offering nods and supportive words, taking confessions and continuing to do the best he could to keep his small flock healthy and content.
The yelling arose from what seemed like nowhere and everywhere at once, the harsh words echoing within the small chapel. Julian's head snapped around to focus on the fight, and the appearance of weapons caused him to give orders, directing the innocent toward the exits quickly. Only when he was satisfied that the people were in motion to safety did Julian step forward, slowly, to encounter the men who had pulled guns.
"I will not stand for bloodshed in this house of God..." Julian announced firmly, a new determination bringing a hard line to his jaw, "Whatever the reason, you will lower your weapons and leave now!" His tone was commanding. Julian gave little regard to the firearms before him, simply maintaining his glare and awaiting to be obeyed.
Overhearing the dialog between one of the gunmen and Dahlia, Julian then stepped over to place himself between Dahlia and the threat, "This woman has been given sanctuary within these walls. You will not take her."
Julian visibly relaxed when the men withdrew, though he was aware of whether or not his words had had any real effect. Turning back to watch the now sobbing Dahlia, Julian noticed Hue for the first time, who was trying to console the woman with a gentle embrace.
"Allen...please lock up. If those men come back, we don't want them just walking in. Don't turn anyone away among our regulars if they need help, though I believe they've already disappeared for the time being." That was a defining trait of a survivor on the street, when trouble came, you turned and ran the other way.
"Hue, if you could be so kind as to help me get Dahlia upstairs, I believe she could use a good dose of rest. The poor thing has been awake far too long. Some sleep will do her wonders." Resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, Julian's warm smile returned, "I won't allow anyone to take you from here against your will, Dahlia. You have sanctuary here and I meant it. We're going to help you get clean."
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 27, 2011 15:27:26 GMT
Tyson
His feet hit the ground as he ran to the halfway house. The beaten man stopped at the locked doorway, leaning on the door way for support. Every part of him ached, and blood dripped down from his head, but he didn't seem to notice, the only thing that was on his mind was protecting Dahlia.
It was his job, he couldn't fail it, no matter what his boss said, Dahlia had to be safe. He had hurt too many people, he needed to do something good for once.
He knocked on the door. "Please, let me in." He said, now completely leaning on the door frame.
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 27, 2011 17:07:27 GMT
Dahlia flinched when Hue touched her, not used to anyone but Kenny touching her anymore, but as she looked at the stranger, she could see his effort, he was doing something out of character to be kind. She smiled, "Thanks" she whispered softly, "I sometimes forget what kindness feels like". His hug may have been awkward, but it was what she needed. She closed her eyes, letting deep pain out of her soul. She laughed a little, "Crying like a silly skirt" she muttered, the assassin in her scolding her for showing emotion. When Julian came over she tensed, here it comes she thought, but he actually told the man she had sanctuary here, he was trying to protect her. Dahlia's skin felt cold, she felt the need to be truthful. But she felt an indescribable feeling when he said he would help her get clean. More tears fell, but they were tears of relief. But Dahlia knew in her heart, the trouble that would follow. Rebus didn't like to lose control. She gripped the pew in front of her and took a deep breath. "I am...want to stay...but I don't know how much trouble I'm in, I could bring a lot of trouble to you." She closed her eyes, don't be stupid, don't burn your last bridge! The thought screamed in her mind, but she felt the need to be truthful. "I um...I want to stay but the truth is, the longer I'm here, the more trouble I will bring. I um..I'm a personal assassin for the most powerful man in the city. Someone tried to burn me last night, in layman's terms that means someone did overkill damage to make sure I was dead. My lieutenant overheard a suit talking to my boss, someone also took the time to set me up to make it look I'm double playing, basically, betray my boss. I haven't seen him since last night. I don't know if he knows, I don't know how much trouble I'm in, but my boss will take my betrayal personally, so he won't just shrug it off and move on. He saved me from the gutters, I was on dirty drugs when he found me. He cleaned me up and gave me a life, whatever that life may be now." She looked at the alter and then down at the floor again, "I should leave, I didn't recognize that luitenent. I don't know if he's new or so low on the totem pole he's of no consequence to me, but if my boss wants me dead, no witnesses". She looked into Julian's eyes, her eyes radiating deep pain like a radiation. Dahlia felt strange and had to grip the pew in front of her to stay standing and for a second everything went fuzzy.
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Post by sonata on Feb 27, 2011 21:27:58 GMT
So, the slight show of affection had done something. Hue returned a hint of a smile. It had actually made him feel good to know that that slight action had done so much. The prophet stood when Julian began comforting Dahlia. When he heard the man scream about those guys never being allowed back, whew, Hue was he glad he put his guns away...kind of. It made him grin cleverly.
When Dahlia explained to them that she was an assassin and thug for some gang, Hue stared at the woman in disbelief. She was an assassin? She could have fooled him—a wolf in sheep skin. The prophet ran his fingers back through his chocolate hair. "Hell, if keepin' her here is gonna bring Troy, then I'm gonna need to be allowed to go out to my truck for a second. I've dealt with worse things than humans, but I doubt you'd folks would know anything about that."
Glancing down to Dahlia, Hue watched her desperately place a hand on the back of a pew. Remembering what Julian asked of him, he took her outstretched arm gently by the wrist and told her, "Come on. Let's get you to a room upstairs." He wasn’t going to move her against her will.
A knock and exclamation came from the church door, which brought Hue's eyes over to it briefly. "Looks like we have another visitor," he muttered to Julian and Allen; and as his hazel eyes remained on the door, a little boy stepped through. He hadn't been the knocking visitor, but his appearance put Hue on the edge.
The little boy had curly brown hair and a plaid, forest green shirt, a brown suede jacket with vanilla wool interlay hugging his arms and sides. His jeans sagged over his running shoes, and as he came around to stand next to Hue, giving him a thin smile, the prophet frowned down at the kid. Children weren’t something he was used to seeing. “Something big is gonna happen, isn’t it?” Hue asked—again, seemingly talking to himself.
The boy raised his shoulders in a shrug until they touched his jaw before he then let them slump.
“Jesus, I hope not.”
If Dahlia decided to go with him, he would have taken her to a random empty room—one that at least looked like no one had been in it. The little boy followed behind him, surveying the walls. “I’m hungry,” said the boy.
“You and me both kid,” Hue shot back. Julian said he was welcome to the refrigerator. At first, Hue was expecting a breakfast amongst the three of them—three including his beloved hound Ambrose. But that didn’t look like it was going to happen. “I’ll get you something in a minute.”
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Post by pristorn on Feb 28, 2011 2:36:54 GMT
Dahlia's words brought a measure of concern to Julian. This was trouble he should really try to avoid. He was not prepared to fight some of the strongest players in the city.
Yet he questioned his emotions. Goodness did not pick and choose what battles to be fought. It was not just to turn away a person in need due to inconvenience. He had preached to Philip about the priesthood being soldiers of God. Perhaps the Lord saw fit to test Julian's conviction.
"Regardless of your past, you've come here because you need assistance. As a servant of God, I can't in good conscience turn you away. The Lord has brought you here for a reason, Dahlia. I will not question his mission bestowed upon me."
Nodding slowly as if agreeing with his own decision, Julian's mind returned to the present. There were measures to be taken. The halfway house was not a fort. If someone wanted to get in, they would find a way.
"Allen will prepare some food." Julian motioned to his companion, who had been silent during the whole conversation. Blinking as if coming awake, Allen nodded before shooting off to the kitchen. Ambrose watched Julian quietly, sitting as if awaiting his own instructions.
"We'll need to maintain a watch. If Dahlia's employer is as powerful as she says, there is little doubt he'll come knocking. I'll need to make some calls, I don't plan on an intrusion being met without resistance."
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Post by fabledtales on Feb 28, 2011 4:50:14 GMT
Dahlia felt so out of place, but Julian's kindness reached deep into her, past all her built up walls. "Thank you" she whispered softly, not sure if he heard or not, tears stinging her eyes again.
She let the stranger that hugged her (Hue) take her upstairs to a room, after retrieving her backpack. When they got to the room she kept her hand on his arm for a moment, so that he'd look at her. "Look, if a man who looks too well dressed for this city, with a deep voice, comes looking for me, please come tell me. I need to talk to my boss, I just didn't want to do it at his club when he's angry". She let him go then grabbed his arm again, "Thank you, really. People..." she looked away for a second, "People see everything in black and white. They're so quick to look at people like me and make judgments. Not everything is black and white, not every man...or woman...who walks with a gun is a cold, heartless killer. So, I appreciate your kindness. I work with a lot of really bad people, so kindness is not lost on me, I remember those who treat me well." She looked into his eyes. They were not the eyes of a woman one would expect in an assassin, her eyes only showed exhaustion, radiating pain, and a softness. But no one could doubt how comfortable the gun in her hand looked. Sometimes Dahlia felt as if she had been born to do nothing else.
She let go of him again and went inside to the room. It was bare, but Dahlia was not one of Donn's kittycats..."Or whatever they're calling sugar daddy's girls these days" she muttered. Dahlia really didn't care about the roof over her head, as long as she had one, she was an easy woman to please. She undressed, putting her wet clothes on the end of the bed, and crawled into the bed. She moaned in delight as the sheets were clean and the bed was surprisingly comfortable. She reached down to the backpack, pulling out the baretta, putting it under the pillow, with the safety on of course, and quickly fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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Post by pristorn on Mar 2, 2011 20:47:20 GMT
The rest of the morning seemed a blur of activity. Allen cooking to feed the others with what little they had, Julian doing his best to reinforce the halfway house. It certainly wasn't a fortress by any means, but atleast they could expect a certain measure of security.
After a well deserved meal, Julian sent Allen off to gather some supplies. Mostly a grocery list, it also included a few odds and ends for a prolonged stay within the building. With Allen gone to run his errands, Julian was left to pace, thinking carefully over what else needed doing. Ambrose followed at Julian's side, the hound watching his master curiously, as if awaiting his own instructions.
Julian couldn't very well defend Dahlia himself. He'd had little need for combat experience in the church. Though he was quite sure Hue and the others were armed and capable, Julian still disliked the idea of violence within the mission. The best situation was to make the building less open to attack. That meant making a few calls.
Julian first decided to call Phillip, though he wasn't entirely sure why. As a priest, Phillip would be just as inexperienced with gangs. Perhaps Julian justed needed to hear the familiar voice of his mentor, hoping he could shed some light on the problem at hand. Digging in his pocket, Julian withdrew his often neglected cellphone. Tapping in the numbers to Phillip's church, Julian waited almost breathless, still uncertain of what to say.
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Post by sonata on Mar 6, 2011 5:40:32 GMT
The prophet arrived before Dhalia's room, and as he calmly waited for her to enter it, it wasn't long before he noticed her hand had yet to leave his solid forearm. He gazed upon her tired and ailed face, the slight circles beneath her eyes, and the head wound that had left a bloody blossom on her bandage [unless she ripped it off or never had one?]. Hue's brows lowered a little as he listened closely to her request. A man in a suit? If she was an assassin, then her "boss" was going to be bad news.
Scowling suspiciously, Hue reluctantly nodded before he replied. "All right." He personally didn't feel comfortable with the idea of allowing any thug into a church, especially of the kind he dealt with on occasion. When she stared into his hazel eyes, Hue felt a growing awkwardness. It was beginning to surround him like a cloud, and eventually, his eyes darted away. He felt the warmth of her hand leave his arm as she then disappeared within the dark confines of her bedroom.
Ugh, I'm just gettin' a bad feelin' about all this, Hue thought. If the future only foreshadowed peril, then he was going to at least be prepared. From now on, Julian and his beloved mission no longer mattered because if some gang was supposed to seek this girl out, in the case that they didn't give a damn about the church and those within, Hue wanted to be on his guard.
Hue, while musing over his actions, returned to the chapel and headed out the double doors to his truck. He opened the driver door and went through the passenger seat, gathering up his Mossberg and equipment bag. He returned into the church and set down his belongings before he returned for a few smaller parcels. Once his bags piled before the door, Hue surveyed the area of the chapel: space, detail, and possible points for strategy. He then raised his eyes to see if there were any windows, noting two stained-glass ones. The important thing was not to get too wound-up or carried away. He didn't want the enemy to walk in and see a whole arsenal waiting for him.
Hue began chewing his bottom lips as he continued to think. Julian wanted the chapel intact, so what he originally had planned was wiped from his mental whiteboard. If he was fortunate, then whoever was expected to arrive would be human, if not, then that would be worst case scenario. The first objective of the mission was to find out as quickly as possible. Gathering his things, Hue made two trips upstairs to his room, and then returned downstairs to seek out Julian.
Upon finding the preacher, Hue noticed that he was on the phone and frowned. Perfect time to be calling, Mommy, he thought facetiously before he decided to save his conversation with the man for later. Where was his bottled water?
After fetching the water from upstairs, the prophet crouched before the church door, and it might have been strange to see him dumping a line of water along the threshold and then dabbing his finger into the liquid and running it along the doorframe. He was placing a blessing on the church. He preferred olive oil, but holy water was good. When he finished, he glanced to the windows.
I’m hungry.
His eyes flicked down to the little boy. He completely forgot about that punk. “There’s food in the kitchen. I believe Julian had his friend made some” –based on what he could smell. The boy then turned and left to the kitchen.
Christ. How was he supposed to explain to Julian about everything he had seen? The man would probably think he was crazy. In the meantime, Hue was going to find a ladder to get to the windows.
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