Six-Sided Crap Shoot by Baer Charlton

Author:Baer Charlton [Charlton, Baer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Lgbtq+, Lesbian, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9781949316421
Google: zX_S0AEACAAJ
Amazon: B0CWYZKGKF
Publisher: Mordant Media
Published: 2024-07-03T13:00:00+00:00

Tiny dove through the door to the bathrooms and office at the sound of screeching tires. The first volley of bullets was high as they shattered the windows set high on the walls facing the street. He knew the thickness of the bar would be some protection, along with the bathrooms. But he was about to be a sitting duck.

Chopper had wheeled halfway around the desk as Tiny burst low through the door into the office. Bullet stitched across the top of the wall. The large man kept down as he jumped to his right. He kicked the end of the desk and knocked it out of his way. The floor-to-ceiling bookshelf was next. He grabbed the piston and crank rod resting on the shelf. Using it as a pull, he drew the entire bookshelf into the room. He opened the hidden door and turned on the lights in the narrow hallway.

He glanced at the bullet holes getting lower. More chest high. He waved Chopper into the hallway. As he stepped in, he closed the door and rotated the wide metal plate into the two receiving hands bolted to the wall.

Turning, Tiny rushed after Chopper. The man sat at the other end of the long hallway. Chopper reached up and keyed in the numbers on the pad. The small light turned from red to green. Chopper leaned as best he could out of the giant’s way. Tiny scooted along the wall but then stepped over the arms of the chair. They built the hallway before the need to allow a wheelchair.

Tiny turned the knob and leaned against the door. The door was the back wall of a rarely used welding station. The row of heavy oxygen and acetylene tanks, along with the crap piled on the metal table, made it mostly unusable. Or at least a place not subject to random examination. He braced his back against the doorjamb and pushed the back of the table with his feet.

“Yeah, I think I can get through.”

Tiny stepped to one side as Chopper scrapped his wheels but squeezed through. The large man stepped over to a rack with many long pieces of metal. He grabbed the one bar and fed it into a pipe running along the back but under the welding table. Pushing on the long pry bar, Tiny closed the door and welding station. He heard the lock reset.

Tiny dashed to catch up with Chopper as the man opened the door to the next street. At the primer-painted van, Chopper stopped and held up his right arm. Tiny grabbed the door handle and heard the click as the van read the fob in his pocket. He pulled open the door and lifted Chopper. Swinging him onto the seat, he turned to the back door and the wheelchair.

As Chopper pulled his legs up, Tiny threw the chair into the cargo van. Rushing around, he climbed into the driver’s seat and pushed the large button marked run. His hand dropped to the selector as the bullets shattered the back window.

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