Collapse by M.B. Wood

Author:M.B. Wood [Wood, M. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WordFire Press

Upon reaching the east side of the hill, Enrique raised his hand and called, “Halt.”

Skid nodded to Knuckles who grabbed Enrique from behind. Skid slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. “You an’ me, Señor Maquinez,” Skid said, “are gonna have a little chit-chat.”

“Let go,” Enrique said. “You make a big mistake.”

“Yeah, right.” Skid punched Enrique squarely on his nose. Blood splattered. “First, you’ve gotta learn no one orders me around unless they’ve got real muscle. An’ you don’t, see?”

“Ugh.” Enrique gagged, blood streaming from his nose.

“What happened to the troop carrier, chump?”

“I don’ know what you mean.” Enrique struggled. “Let go.”

“Asshole.” Skid kneed Enrique in the groin. “Answer my fuckin’ question.” He punched Enrique on the ear.

“They, the worms on the hill, used a big bomba on her. It was terrible, they destroy the gun.”

“How much ammo does the Troop carrier have?”

“I don’ know.”

“Wrong answer.” Skid hit Enrique again.

Bone fragments protruded from Enrique’s left cheekbone. Blood streamed down his face. “Aaagh, I don’ know.”

“Don’t be a stupid chump. Just tell me how many shells are left in the fuckin’ troop carrier,” Skid’s voice rose an octave. Spittle frothed at the corner of his mouth. He hit Enrique with a roundhouse blow on the side of his head.

Bones cracked in Enrique’s skull. His mouth sagged open and his right eye opened wide, empty. His muscles contracted and then went limp. His bowels and sphincter released.

“Fuck.” Knuckles pushed him away. “He shit his pants.”

“Yeah, that’s the last time that turd will shit you.” Skid removed the brass knuckles. “Okay, what do we do about this?” He pointed at the stairs that led to a barely visible structure at the top of the hill made of logs and sandbags.

“It’d be fuckin’ crazy to attack,” Knuckles said. “A couple of guns up there would eat us alive.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.” Skid spat on the ground. “Let’s just lay off an’ watch for a while. If that greaser’s got a lotta ammo for the troop carrier, we’ll pretend to attack the hill. If he don’t, then we’ll find a way to waste him.”

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