"Hands up, chump," Gertie said. "Will one of you idiots actually pat him down this time?"
The movie-loving goon came over and started frisking me, finding the gun in the holster under my left shoulder. He went down my torso and then down my legs but didn't reach his hands down into the boots. So I still had my pocket pistol, even though it was in my boot.
I looked around the warehouse. I saw crates stacked up to the ceiling, some marked Whoopie Cushions, Joy Buzzers, Fake Vomit, and Fireworks.
Fireworks, huh? That just might come in handy...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Good thinking Jake.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Never hurts to give him a few options.