Chapter 7
Terrance led Cal downstairs
to what Cal could only call an armory.
There were guns and ammo everywhere.
Shelves, display cases, and hooks on the walls all held guns of every
kind. There were crates holding bullets
everywhere.
“Expecting a zombie attack?” Cal asked.
Terrance looked at Cal like he was stupid.
“Let’s just say I’m
ready in case I ever need to be for anything,” Terrance answered.
“T, you have more ordnance
here than we do,” Cal said, still surveying
the room.
“I’m better trained than you too,” Terrance replied. Cal slowly turned to Terrance.
“Why are you showing me this?” Cal asked.
“I said I owe you,” Terrance replied.
“So you’re going to loan me ammunition and weapons to
take down Hernandez?” Cal asked, hoping that was
the answer, but fearing it wasn’t.
“Yeah,” Terrance answered, picking up an automatic
rifle and beginning to load a clip into it.
“Is that all?” Cal asked.
Terrance gave Cal an annoyed look.
“What do you want from me?” Terrance asked. “Do
you want me to hold hands with you and sing Kumbaya? Or, would you rather I strap up and we go run
Hernandez and his boys out of town?” Terrance gave a challenging glare at Cal,
waiting for his answer. Cal ran his hand
through his hair and looked around the room.
He looked back at Terrance.
“I can’t,”
Cal responded. Terrance looked at Cal
flatly. “You’re
not a deputy.”
Terrance barked a laugh, but Cal’s
face never changed.
“You’re serious?!”
Terrance more said than asked. Cal
slowly nodded.
“If we do this, then people
will get killed, and I can’t protect you,” Cal answered.
“If you were deputized, then we might, and I
mean, MIGHT, get away with it.” Terrance stuck his tongue into his bottom
lip, thinking. He slowly nodded.
“Do it,” Terrance said.
“Do what?” Cal asked, not believing what he was hearing.
“Deputize me,” Terrance answered.
“You cannot be serious,” Cal said, not believing what he was
hearing. Terrance was grabbing more guns
from around the room.
“You heard me, deputize me,” Terrance answered. “I’m more than qualified. In fact, I’m
probably overqualified.” Cal had never seen his friend like this since
high school. Terrance looked so alive.
“What happened to you over
there?” Cal asked quietly. Terrance stopped in mid-movement with his
back to Cal. Terrance’s face tightened. He never looked at Cal.
“Some things are better not
known,” Terrance answered. “Let’s just say the same guy didn’t come back.”
“Are you sure about his T?” Cal asked.
Terrance didn’t answer for a second. “You
don’t have to do this T,” Cal said softly, knowing he would never
survive this without his friend. It didn’t matter to Cal, he couldn’t ask his friend to do this. Terrance remained facing away from Cal.
“Some things are worth
fighting for,” Terrance answered. “You
done taking dirty money?”
“Yes,” Cal answered quietly. Terrance nodded and turned to Cal.
“Then let’s strap up, get me deputized, and put these
punks out of business,” Terrance said with a gleam
in his eye that Cal had never seen before.
“I can’t
stand drug runners.”
“You smoke marijuana,” Cal replied.
Terrance looked at him like he was crazy, shook his head and started up
the stairs.
“It’s for a medical condition,” Terrance replied as headed upstairs leaving
Cal by himself.
“I swear I am never going to
understand that man,” Cal said to himself.
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