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But no, he wouldn't be a victim, he'd turn the tables on those worthless pieces of shit. Lots of them. He collected guns, even grenades and larger weapons. He certainly had the firepower to take those fuckers down, and if they ever decided to fuck with him, he'd break out the heavy artillery. Gonna get some wheels and go rollin'!

I feel kind of dirty

All the rich fucks came down from the burbs to do their downtown, weekend shit. And they had the best cars, and they were all pussies. Nothin' to worry about with them, they just run when he pulls on 'em. That's why they call him Flight — to motherfuckin' fast to stop. To mothcrfuckin' fast to catch! Las' week you passed on some dope wheels.

I see what I want and take it from the motherfuckers. Teach them shits to come down to my 'hood. Always falling behind, and that wouldn't cut it with his boss. He hated going downtown five days a week enough, now on a Saturday. He tossed his briefcase on the passenger scat of his '92 Accord and listened to the heavy thud it made on the vinyl.

No need to get caught downtown at night, especially on a weekend night.


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No, he didn't need this, it was already a shitty weekend. Bill, complained to himself and bickered about his foolish dedication to a dead- end job. This one-man fight took all his attention and Bill almost didn't stop at the red light. It's a good thing he did because there was a cop waiting at the other light. Close call. Bill looked around and spotted some of the "dwellers" hanging around a liquor store. When he turned back to face the street, the police cruiser had vanished and Bill was all alone at the intersection.

The battle started up again as Bill castigated himself for being so dutiful and loyal.

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He was 13 awfully sick of this job. Just get it over with. He looked up, and the light was still red. Come on. I want to get this over with. The light turned green, but the dweller was in his way, "Come on, out of the way," Bill mumbled this, but the dweller must have heard it, or sensed it, because he slowed down.

Then he stopped. Bill looked at him and waited for him to move, "What the fuck? Bill saw the flash of steel immediately and froze. He thought about going for the gun he always carried in his briefcase, he thought about running the fucker over. He didn't do anything.

The dweller walked to the side of the car and tapped the gun against the driver's-side window. As he rolled it down, Bill heard someone yell from the corner, "Yeah, Flight's jackin'! He knew his lime was coming up, and this was it. Yeah, keep talkin' big, motherfucker. I'll get you. Yeah, keep talkin'. Burb had, but he wasn't pleased. The groan of pain made him smile, "Don't be smart, whitey, I don't like it. No, you don't like it, well there's something I got that you won't like even more, fucker!

Yeah, I'll play your fucking game as long as you want, but I'm gonna win. And you're gonna lose. I'll tell you where we're goin'. Down to my 'hood to see some friends. Burb with a big smile, "Then I'm gonna kill ya and dump yo' ass in the estuary. Bill laughed along, all to himself. Yeah, let's go to your neighborhood. I want to meet you friends. Then I'll give you a surprise. He smirked at the thought and moved his hand closer to his briefcase. Flight didn't see the subtle movement, and Bill soon had the case in hand.

Finally, Flight looked over, "Watcha got there, Burb? Now he was almost laughing. But no, it was still too early, wait.

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Yes, slowly. Slowly he opened the case. No sudden movements. Nothing to give away his secret. Wait until the last moment to spring it on the dweller. Ever so slowly, yes. Open the case.


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It was open, but Flight couldn't see inside because the open side faced Bill. Now, he really smiled as Flight watched the road. His hand moved for the gun and had it in less than a second. Keep driving, motherfucker. The game's ready. I got my surprise, you already had your turn. In that instant, Bill pulled the gun and shoved it in Flight's face. He was fucked. Whitey didn't look like the shooting type, he'd want to talk.

Bill sensed his thoughts and shook his head. The back of his skull flew against the car windshield and cracked the glass, smearing blood and brains all over the interior. Bill laughed while he grabbed the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the brake, "The game's not over, fuckhead. He got lucky, a driver's license.

Bill read off the address and hopped in the driver's seat. I can dump this trash and still make it to work. The houses were small, but they could still keep them up. Bill got angrier at their civic neglect and drove his car up onto Flight's half-dead lawn.