"Get enough sleep, old man?" Roy kicked Splints in the ribs just as his eyes were beginning to open. Splints coughed, but no blood came out.
"Could use another nine minutes. Wake me up when the bus is outside," replied Splints with a smirk. He put his fists to the ground and began to get to his feet, but the tallest brother, Marcus, delivered a kick to his stomach that sent him flying a few feet away.
"You set me up," coughed Splints, this time blood flowing through the words. He looked over at the boy who was standing tall as if he'd been the one delivering the beating.
"You're gullible, old man," remarked the boy. "After this I'll be rich enough to go anywhere I want."
"Yeah about that," said Roy through a wide grin. "We'll just take you both out now. More dough in our pockets, you understand."
"We had a deal!" shouted the boy, his fists clenched. He closed his eyes to enter the man's mind and wreak havoc, but the shortest brother tackled him to the ground, the impact knocking the young boy unconscious.
"We're just playing musical chairs with the knock-outs at this point," said Splints as he got up to his feet during the commotion. "How about you boys walk and we'll leave it at that." While Splints was out the brothers retrieved there weapons from him, including a switchblade he had tucked into his sock. "I take it you fellas don't care about making this a fair fight. I mean, i'll give you the chance to get some more guns if you'd like."
Marcus walked up to Splints, his brass knuckles causing his fist to shine in the morning light. He took a swing and missed as Splints ducked and buried his fist into the man's gut. The impact caused Marcus to step back, but Splints grabbed his head and slammed it into his rising knee. The tallest brother fell over, his eyes disappearing into the back of his head as drool dripped from his gaping mouth. Without wasting time Jake fired a shot at Splints, the ground beside Splints exploded as the brother fell backward from the recoil, knocking himself out in the process. Roy flicked open the switchblade and slammed it into Splints' chest. Splints grinned as the man looked down to see the blade was actually a plastic comb.
"Really liked that comb," said Splints as he grabbed Roy's jacket sleeve. The man had tried to make a run for the shotgun after realizing his mistake.
"You're dead! You hear me!" the man shouted in an uncontrolled rage. His panic taking over as he tried to break free.
"I'm not deaf, kid." The young gun tried to struggle free from his jacket but Splints kept pulling him in. Soon the two were face to face, the kid sweating from fear. "Told you to drop the job." Splints rubbed his forehead as the young gun fell to the ground. He walked up the to the boy and searched his backpack for a phone. With it he called the badges and was gone before any of them showed up.
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