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Thursday, August 23, 2012

A day of the unknown

    It feels weird for the kids to be gone, but I'm sure I'll get used to it soon.



     Margo stood up against the building, hoping she couldn't be seen from the doorway. The sun glinted off a nine mm and as soon as she identified it she pulled her wrist up toward her mouth. "Banco, gun to your right!"
    "Thanks Margo."
    "Just doing my job." Her reply was flat, void of emotion.
    "How long are you going to stay mad?" He asked.
    "This isn't the time to discuss it, just do your job." A tinge of contempt crept into her voice.
    Banco edged closer to the assailant, hoping to catch him by surprise.
    "Look to your left, Banc." Margo said into her wrist mic.
    He swung his head quickly to his left and saw another man walking toward the first one. This one was tall, about six foot seven or so and he wore a dark-colored hoodie with the hood hiding his face.
    "Can you identify?" He asked his partner.
    "No I have no clue who he is. I've never seen him before." She whispered into the mic.
    "Let's proceed with caution." Banco ordered.
    Both moved away from the wall and rushed toward the two men standing together in the middle of the sidewalk. "Hands in the air!" She yelled.
    "The first man pulled his piece and fired off a volley of shots, narrowly missing Margo but winging Banco in the arm.
    "I'm hit!" He cried. He needed to let his partner know she may be on her own.
    "Banco!" She yelled.
    The tall man raised his gun and pointed it at Margo and pulled back the trigger...