joint, while he buckles in pain. The second suit see this and stops up short, trying to quickly asses his best options.
Behind him, I see Skelli move, and since this is the first time I’ve come to the booth, I just notice the door, nearly invisible with how flush it is with the wall, covered in the same decorative velvet that’s draped on the walls. I notice it open, but my attention turns back to the second suit.
He’s pulling his gun and points it directly at me. It’s not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed in my face.
“You’re Elda,” he says voice slightly incredulous, and while it doesn’t sound like a question, I feel the need to correct him.
“I was Elda.” I shrug, like this explains everything.
“I have to bring you in,” he says, like this should matter to me, “We can do this peacefully.” He says, and I laugh.
“You’re holding a Sig Sauer…P938 if I’m correct… in my face and think I believe that whatever this is, it’s going to be peaceful? What type of idiot do you take me for?” I can’t help but to ask.
While I’m talking, he shifts closer, his eyes pinching tight, and while his index finger isn’t moving, I can tell he’s sweating by the gleam of the small led lights that flash to the music that’s still playing.
“I’ll put a bullet in your brain before you can blink,” I step to the side angling my body to look at the suits as well as the burly man from the stairs.
He has a Glock G19 pulled, and I’m not proud to admit that I’m not exactly sure where he pulled it from. For a second I think he has it directed at me, but quickly realize he has his big steady hands trained on the second suit. I can see that he is not sweating, and he looks calm cool and collected while holding his gun, unlike suit number two.
I’m too busy watching them that I don’t pay enough attention. Suit number one, who never fell completely down is pressing his own P938 to the side of my head as Skelli calls my name a second too late.
“Really?” I mutter, not nearly as phased by this as I probably should be, but then again I live in a world that’s run by violence and while this shit doesn’t happen every day, especially now that Phoenix is well known, it has happened enough that I know showing fear and being afraid aren’t going to help me one bit.
“Drop your fucking weapon, Conti,” Suit One says.
I weigh my options as Burly, I mean Conti or whatever, makes his decision on if he’s going to comply. I could try to outmaneuver him, it’s possible, especially since Suit One is more focused on Conti than on me. But there’s always the chance he could hit Skelli, or even the Conti guy and while I don’t know him from Adam, he hasn’t done anything to warrant taking a bullet for me or anyone else that I can say.
In the split second before I decide to act and go for the gun I hear the tall tell sound of a gun being cocked and look behind Suit One to see Cobra coming out of the door hidden by the matching velvet, he was probably in whatever room lays beyond the door waiting, biding his time for his perfect move, like the creepy ass chess player he is.
“Drop it,” is all Cobra says with that James Earl Jones voice of his.
Suit number one drops his gun without a thought, not willing to take chances with his life it seems. Before the second suit can make up his mind, Conti or Burly or whoever he is on him in one of the most impressive tackles I’ve ever seen, simultaneously shoving the gun out of his hands as he shoves him to the ground. Cobra is shoving his own handgun to the back of Suit One’s head.
Conti grabs Suit Two in a hold pinning him down.
“Priest?”
It’s all cobra has to say, after this long I know what he’s asking.
“Yeah, I’m good, Cobra. Don’t know who suit one and suit two are, big guy met me at the stairs, and the suits were asking after me…well after Elda…Oh and they called the big guy Conti” I say, now leaning against the half wall that lets Skelli look on the crowd. The commotion by the door seems resolved by the sound of it,