Saturday, June 23, 2012

Magic Town, Chapter 18

Jeff, finds himself in Atlanta wanting to get out of the hotel on a Friday night. In the Atlanta Underground he meets up with Pick, a sly con man who takes Jeff around the Underground ending up at the notorious Magic Town strip club. There’s only one problem: Jeff is the spitting image of a corrupt congressman! Nancy, the beautiful FBI agent with the golden eyes takes Jeff on the ride of his life. With three climax scenes, this story will make you want to get to the next page!


Chapter 18 of Magic Town ...

Sunday, 12:48 PM: Unwanted Visitors

Shonna left Jeff in Antonio’s office with the instructions to shoot at anything that comes through that door! Antonio starts to come to, but he doesn’t name the shooter! But Antonio says a word clearly, “Inside.” What inside? Soon Jeff hears sounds in the hallway, voices though the door, a whisper, so faint, “I won’t let that happen again.” What? What won’t he let happen again? Suddenly the door knob starts to turn! Jeff stands up, gun straight-armed at the door! As the door slowly opens …


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           Magic Town, Chapter 18




Sunday, 12:48 PM: Unwanted Visitors

     Jeff looked around, turned a chair to face directly toward the door sitting as he was told. He raised the gun pulling back the trigger with his right thumb.
     “Good god, what the hell am I doing here?
     Jeff blinked, sweat pouring down his face, into his eyes. He wiped his forehead with his left arm, staring at the door. He could feel his right arm trembling as he held the gun so tight his fingers were turning white. Okay, now, relax, he told himself. Just like at target practice, remember? You didn’t win your ribbons by holding your gun like a girl! Relax! He let loose of his grip on the gun, his right arm still trembling.
     He sat there for what felt like an hour, a quick glance at his watch said three minutes.
     Looking around the room whenever he dared to take his eyes off the door he saw the drawer that Antonio pulled the extortion records from had been ripped out of the end table, laying on the floor near a corner of the room. Jeff said softly, “They were looking for records!”
     Suddenly, there was a cough that nearly made Jeff pull the trigger. He looked down, Antonio was moving. While still watching the door he kneeled down whispering, “Antonio.” He wiped sweat from his eyes with the back of his left hand. “Antonio!”
     He glanced down to see Antonio’s eyes fluttering, barely opening. Jeff could see the white of Antonio’s eyes. “Antonio, can you hear me!”
     Antonio gasped, coughed, struggling to raise his head, to focus on Jeff. In a weak voice Jeff could barely hear, “You.” Cough. Jeff saw the weakest smile. “You. Body armor,” with a weak chuckle.
     “Yes! Antonio, it’s me, it’s me!” Jeff whispered desperately as he watched the door intently, just a quick glimpse down. “Who did this?” Glance down. “Antonio, who did this to you?”
     There was a gurgle, a cough. Jeff leaned down as close as he could, his eyes on the door. Weak cough.
     Jeff whispered, “Antonio, who?”
     “Inside,” Antonio coughed, “inside,” with a gasp his head flopped to the side, eyes rolling up, closed.
     “Oh, Jesus, Antonio!” Jeff implored in a fierce whisper reaching down, shaking the still figure on the floor, “Antonio!” No answer.
     Jeff listened, carefully, carefully, hardly breathing. He looked down seeing Antonio’s chest barely rising and falling. He sat back in the chair, gun pointed to the door.
     Jeff glanced at his watch, two more minutes had passed.
     What a day.
     Wipe sweat from eyes.
     Total silence.
     But wait!
     Some kind of sounds.
     A voice!
     A whisper!
     No.
     Yes!
     Yes, a voice, very soft, the softest hissing murmur.
     Coming from the left, down the outer hallway from the back of the building.
     The floor creaked!
     Just outside the door!
     Jeff craned his neck to listen, sweat pouring down his face, soppy armpits.
     The door knob!
     A slight jiggle.
     Raise the gun.
     Whisper, he could barely hear.
     So soft.
     Man’s voice.
     He leaned toward the door, hearing the words, a whisper, so faint, “I won’t let that happen again.”
     What again? Jeff thought, tightening his grip on the gun, panicked.
     He’s talking to someone, is there more than one?
     Jiggle of door knob, someone holding it.
     He leaned forward watching the knob.
     Grip tightening.
     The knob began to turn.
     The knob stopped turning.
     The door began to open.
     Slowly.
     So slowly.
     Opening.
     Barely perceptible.
     Opening.
     Jeff stood up arm stiff pulling the trigger straight at the door, PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! chips of wood flying around the room from the door that seemed to explode with holes in front of him, the door pulled shut again. W-E-E-E-E-E-E-E! his ears stung with the sound of a high-pitched siren! He cupped his hands to his ears, ringing so loud his sight was going gray, he heard muted scream, loud voices, frantic shuffling outside, yelling something, moans fading down the hall toward the back door. He shook his head to stop the ringing in his ears, punched his wrists against his ears, it didn’t subside. The room was filled with acrid gray smoke from the gun shots, Jeff coughed.
     In a rush of anger he yanked open the door gun forward turned left slipping on the wet floor looking down seeing a pool of blood smeared with footprints steadied himself against the wall running down the hall reaching the end turned left expecting to see the back door open on the right instead he saw the secret tunnel stairs door still swinging hearing echoes of steps on the wooden stairs now shouting voices with words he couldn’t understand coming up the stairs echoing projected up from the long tunnel.
   He ran to the door peering down the stairs realizing that was really stupid to go down, he stood still, hold breath to listen, couldn’t hold his breath with his panting, so out of breath. He looked down the stairs, the light was on, he saw a trail of blood down the stairs, disappearing to the right. He turned looking back to the hallway he’d just come down seeing bloody hand prints along the wall, smeared like someone was trying to lean against the wall while running.
   Slowly he backed away from the stairs, afraid, backing past the back parking lot door, slowly backward down the hallway his head swinging both directions not sure where danger lay.
     As he reached Antonio’s room he peaked around the corner, saw Antonio still laying unconscious. He walked into the room turning again quickly facing the door. He heard foot steps coming down the hall from the front of the building, he raised the gun toward the open door.
     “Jeff?”
     PAP! Jeff pulled the trigger in reflex, the bullet lodging into the wall in front of the door, his ears instantly ringing again W-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!
     “JEFF! STOP! IT'S ME SHONNA! NANCY!”
     Jeff replied weakly, “Shonna? Nancy.” flopping into the chair.
     Shonna peered around the right side of the doorway holding her gun, looking around the room, turned to look at the hall, down to the bloody floor, came through the door, pushing it wide open with her left hand as she inspected the door. “Holy shit! Five shots!” She turned to look at the wall, “How many times did you shoot?” Jeff held up six fingers. “Jesus! Somebody took three shots!”
     She looked down at the blood pooled outside the door, her eyes following the bloody trail down the hallway toward the back of the building, raising her eyes to see the bloody hand marks along the wall.
     She walked up to Jeff slowly kneeling down in front of him, “Are you okay?” he nodded weakly. “Wow, you really made a mess out there!” She pulled up a chair putting her arm around him, pulling him to her. “I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have left you here. But I didn’t know what else to do. There’s a huge mess downstairs, some kind of botched robbery.” She looked around the room sighing. “God, what a mess.”
     Jeff started to catch his breath reaching his arm over her shoulder so they were linked together arm over arm. “I shot somebody. I actually shot somebody.”
     She leaned over, kissed his cheek. “No you didn’t shoot somebody. You shot bad people.”
     “Bad people?”
     “Yeah, it’s bad when you shoot somebody, but bad people aren’t somebodies.”
     They heard voices in the hall, Shonna raised her gun at the door yelling, “CODE!”
     A man’s timid face peeked around the corner, “I’d do four knocks, Shonna, but someone seems to have destroyed the door.”
     There was a weak laugh all around as the room slowly filled with men all wearing body armor, holding all sorts of armaments, their movements into the room pushing the gun smoke into the hallway.
     Soon a gurney appeared, in a second Antonio was gone.
     Shonna leaned over, kissed Jeff on the cheek starting to get up. Jeff pulled her back down. “One more minute.” He put his head against her breasts closing his eyes. “Please.”
     In a few minutes another gurney appeared in the room. Shonna looked around realizing this might be too much for Jeff. She stood up pulling him to a stand. “Hell of a day, huh?” He nodded, finally putting the gun back into the stinky coat pocket. “We gotta let these guys do their work, come on.” Jeff stood with a vacant face. Exhausted. “You okay?” He gave a half-nod. “Look, I really hate to do this, but I’ve got to take some time to get a close look here and downstairs, I need for you to wait for me in the bar, okay?” Without waiting for a response, she pointed to one of the men saying something Jeff couldn’t hear, the man stepped forward tugging Jeff by the elbow. Without a word he followed the man out the door, right, down the hall.
     Soon he was sitting in a chair in the empty bar. The janitors were gone. He guessed they probably fled the building when they heard the gun shots.
     Numb.
     The man stood to Jeff’s left. Jeff glanced up at him with a gun in his right hand next to Jeff’s left shoulder. He was being guarded.
     Jeff started to look at his watch, his eyes couldn’t focus. It seemed like hours before he saw Shonna’s face, kneeling down in front of him, looking up into his face, “I really hate to do this to you, but we gotta go.”
     Jeff sat quietly with his eyes closed, heading back as the Mustang made the journey back up I-85 toward Roswell. He wanted to sleep somehow––he knew it was hopeless.
     “Did Antonio say anything?” Jeff kept his eyes closed, silent. “Jeff, this is important. Did Antonio say anything?”
     Jeff opened his eyes straightening up, a bit wobbly, looking around him bewildered. “I think he thanked me for suggesting body armor.”
     “I don’t remember you suggesting it. No, I guess you did talk about it, huh?”
     He felt better at the sound of her voice, “You mean by the supposed miraculous survival of my murder yesterday?”
     “You know what I mean. Somehow that made him put it on.”
     They were quiet until the first freeway split. The Sunday afternoon traffic was very light. “Anything else?”
     Jeff frowned looking ahead though the windshield. “Yeah, he said inside. Twice.”
     “You’re sure? Inside?”
     “I’m sure, that’s exactly what he said. That’s all he said before he passed out again.”
     “Jesus,” Shonna shook her head. “I was afraid this might happen when there are so many players and there is so much money. That means we got an insider passing information, or maybe even did the shooting.” She sighed.
     “Inside.”


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