Luke’s eyes sliced to me. I could feel them hot on me in the dark.
“Maybe you wanna call Warren. Tell him we’re waitin’ out here to take him down. Give him a good chance to load up his gun so he can blow our brains out?” Luke asked after my outburst.
Okay, so maybe I was a bit loud.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
I looked at Ike. Ike was smiling.
Damn.
I was screwing up my first takedown.
“He’s got a couple women in there and Barry White’s playin’. He can’t hear a thing,” Ike informed us.
Ike and Luke looked at each other. All of a sudden they seemed pleased about something.
Then Luke’s eyes cut back to me. “Keep quiet and stay behind me,” he ordered. I nodded and he handed me a taser. “We try for alive when we’re bringin’ ‘em in. Dead is a last resort,” Luke went on.
Yikes.
I nodded again. Then we moved in.
As we approached a house a couple doors down from where Luke parked, Ike disappeared, vanishing into the night. Luke walked right up to the door, bold as brass and something about the way he did it was way, f**king, cool.
I could hear Barry White crooning inside the house.
Luke shoved me to one side of the door. I had my gun stuck into my waistband at my left hip and the taser in my hand.
Luke pounded on the door and shouted, “Bond enforcement.”
Then after waiting about three seconds, Luke put the sole of a boot to the door by the handle and it popped open. Then he disappeared inside. I followed him.
It was dark and I could barely see but Luke moved through the house liked he’d been there hundreds of times before. I kept my eyes on his back and moved behind him.
There was dim light coming from a hallway, the source of Barry White. We went down the hallway and then into a room lit with candles and lamps with scarves over them. Luke stopped just inside the door silent, still, watching.
I moved to his left to look.
“Euw!”
Yes, that was me and I said it loudly. I couldn’t help it. On the bed were two skanky, skinny women, so skinny, their ribs showed. Both needed to shampoo their hair in a major way. They were na**d and working on a big, fat, hairy, na**d white guy. Hairy as in hairy. He was covered in hair to the point that you could call it fur.
The inhabitants of the bed ceased their writhing and groaning, sucking and kissing and looked up at us.
“Bond enforcement,” Luke announced but I could tell even though my eyes were riveted to the bed in frozen horror that Luke was laughing.
Before I knew what was happening, the big, hairy, na**d white guy moved. He was fast for a big man and he came off the bed like a shot.
At me.
I didn’t have time to blink. I just lifted up my taser and shot him.
He immediately went down with a thud and I was pretty certain most of the furniture in the room jumped when he landed.
Wow.
I added a taser to my mental Zip’s Gun Emporium shopping list.