chapter ten

“What the shit did you do?” Satchel or Bel asked.

A smoking revolver was held at point blank range above the slumped body of Marlon Maxey. Marjorie looked up and fired a wild shot into the group.

Hit, Balddee slumped down to the ground, a trail of blood following him down the pierced drywall.

Mule picked up a stapler and threw it at Marjorie’s head. She ducked, squeezing two more rounds off that went wide of the group; an emergency light popped sending sparks flying onto the floor.

Harmon rushed Marjorie with the Kent Hrbek special causing her to fire a round into the floor and move from behind the desk. She rushed the group, a dagger flashing out of her waistband.

“Stop her!” Dirty Orpheus shouted.

Mule threw a chair in the way of Marjorie, clipping her legs and causing her to trip. The gun flopped down first discharging a round that shot up and threw her skull, sending brain to the ceiling. Bel or Satchel screamed.

Marjorie lay prone, skull and brain matter raining down from the ceiling as it lost its’ stickum and followed the course of gravity.

“You okay, Balddee?” Satchel or Bel asked him.

“She just grazed me.”

Harmon sighed, “We need to trust one another. This is a shitty experience for everybody but we need to know we’re not trying to kill each other.”

Harmon bent and picked up the magnum. Dirty Orpheus, who had been staring at the hole in the back of Marjorie’s skull changed his view to the gun in Harmon’s hand. “Why do you get to carry the gun? You’ve already got a bat. Are you trying to take all of the weapons?”

The rest of the group looked over at Harmon. Balddee spoke next, “Maybe it would be best if nobody had the gun.”

“But we need the gun.” Harmon said. “We could use this to stop them.”

“We don’t even know if there are anymore of them. I know it is best to assume that there will be but,” Mule paused and looked over at the slumped body of Bad Mother Coitus’ attorney at law, Marlon Maxey. “But I think for now it would be best if you… you know.”

“This is a mistake.” Spoke Harmon, then looked closer at the gun. “It’s empty anyway.”

A rustling sound came from somewhere out by Remo’s office and the group raced back to their barricade.