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“THERE’S NOTHING FUCKING here!” a disgusted voice came from the front on the shed. Even if it was somebody Tony knew, the shed and the night air muffled it, at least that’s what Tony thought muffled it.
Tony and Chance moved behind the shed.
“They might just move off,” Tony whispered to Chance.
“You two check inside, you two go that side and we’ll go that way, look behind.”
Chance glared at Tony. Even in the darkness he knew her gestures well enough to recognise a glare without seeing her face. Besides, he was sure that even if he didn’t see it, he would’ve felt it.
“You shouldn’t risk yourself like that,” said another muffled voice.
Tony pointed at a warehouse about thirty yards from the shed.
“Run,” he whispered to Chance.
She looked and shook her head.
“No time to debate,” he hissed.
Chance kicked off her shoes and retrieved them from the ground. She was shorter when she straightened.
“Heels?”
“Rowena—”
“Just run.” Tony pulled the gun from his jacket.
“What’re you—”
“Just shut up and run.”
She did.
Tony followed. Half way there something went wrong with his legs. They wouldn’t move fast enough. It was like they were caught in thick mud.
“What the fuck!”
The voice wasn’t the only thing that was muffled. The world felt muffled. It felt like something grabbed Tony and spun him. He pointed the revolver. It fired itself. A red dot appeared on the forehead of a man who was chasing him. Tony turned and ran toward Chance.
The sound of two gun shots preceded a cry. “You fucking dog-fucking fucker!”
The voice was now very clear.
“What you yelling at!” another voice.
“He shot Grant!”
“Grant?”
“Mendel you fucking—”
“Is he alright?” a third voice.
“Fucking dead is what he is!”
“Where’d he go?”
“In that fucking warehouse!”
Tony and Chance were around the other end of the warehouse and toward another building before it occurred to any of the voices to follow them.
As they crossed the no-man’s-land between two warehouses another group of men ran along the wharf toward the yelling.
“Fuck!”
Tony recognised that voice. It was Carlos. “You come with me, the rest of you deal with them!”
Tony just caught sight of the Ocean’s Prize steaming her way upstream for some reason, away from the islands.
“In the warehouse!” Tony snapped at Chance.
“But he’ll know—”
“He’s got a gun. Bullets run faster than we can.”
“But—”
“Shut up and turn.”