We looked out and saw that someone had been smart. They had posted three guys as sentries and they looked miserable. Nothing like standing around guarding a pickup while lightening strikes struck around you and rain poured down on you. Plus they had to have heard gunfire. So yeah, they were miserable and jumpy. So I was going to have to be subtle. Maybe even think up some tactics or a plan.
Thursday was growling and muttering to himself. What, I didn't know because it was in another language. He sounded a lot like Freya. We were really going to have to talk later.
I called the kid over and told him "See them people standing around that truck?"
"The one with the weird shiny sheep heads on the front"?
"They're goats!" Thursday told him.
"Yeah those." I told him. Now was not the time to squabble about fucking hood ornaments.
"That's my truck!" Thursday added.
I so wanted right then to lay the Ruger upside his head. Zane told him "Nice truck!" Thursday grinned and told him "You betcha!"
"Both of you shut the fuck up about the fucking truck." I didn't yell. I didn't raise my voice. In fact I said it very quietly. They looked at me and shut up.
"Heres the plan. Zane. I want you to stand here and watch them. If they look like they are going to shoot us then shoot them. Me and Thursday are going to go down and talk to them."
"Talk to them?" Thursday asked incredulously.
"Okay. We're going to get close and kill them." I told him.
"Okay. Thats a good plan." Thursday told me. I really wanted to reply "Thanks for your fucking approval hammerhead" but we were trying to stay focused here. Then Zane asked "How do I shoot them if the window is in the way?" I took a deep breath, and growled at him "You shoot through the fucking window." Then I started heading down the stairs before I lost it. Damn, I missed Ninja at times like this. Him and Max. If I had them I would have been halfway back to Night by now."
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