Wrestling the Kraken

Stavo

Stavo

Stavo drove to Mahone's house and pulled into the driveway. He waited until the car that had been following them passed by.

"Okay, let's make this quick." He said, getting out of the car.

Ringing the doorbell several times in a row and banging hard on the door, he waited as he heard footsteps approaching. The door opened to a wide-eyed girl, staring at them in silence.

Hey, Tina, I need you and your brother to hurry, get packed. I'm taking you someplace safe."

Mahone's son paused at the base of the stairs, when he heard him. The two kids looked at each other, hesitating.

"Let's go." Stavo clapped his hands together. They stepped inside, as the car that had followed them made a drive past the house again.

"I'll go help them pack." Angela said, heading upstairs after the kids. Stavo kept watch by the window. A few minutes later, they came back down, each with a small bag in their hands.

"Okay, come on. Let's go." Stavo urged them out and into the car. They sat in the car, waiting, for another minute.

"Why aren't we moving? What are you waiting for?" Mahone's son asked.

Stavo checked his watch and looked at the rearview mirror. The car passed by the house again. "For that." He answered, starting the engine up. Waiting until the car was down the street, Stavo drove down the opposite direction. He knew he wouldn't lose them for long, but only needed a few minutes headstart.

He drove until he arrived at his oldest sister's house and parked the car. Turning to Angie and the kids, he said, "My sister will keep you safe for now. I've got a few things to take care of, then I'll be back."

"Won't we be putting her in danger?" Angela asked.

Stavo laughed. "No, are you kidding me? We'll be putting whoever is after you in danger. Trust me, you'll be alright here."

Stavo's sister stepped out of the house and waited on the front porch. The kids got out of the car and headed toward her.

Angela turned to Stavo. "Be careful."

"I will. I'll get that friend of yours back too. You can count on that."

Angela didn't look too sure, but she nodded anyway, giving Stavo a kiss on the cheek, before stepping out. She stood on the porch and waved at him, before going inside.

Stavo waited until they were all inside, before taking off. "Where are you?" He said aloud, checking his rearview mirror. A moment later, the same car that had been following them appeared. "Gotcha."

He drove casually, making sure the car didn't stay too far behind. Making a right, he watched the car do the same. His sister still lived in the house they grew up in, so this time he was ready to play offense instead of defense. He passed over a set of train tracks, the sound carrying in through his open window. This area brought back many memories of a group of boys causing a raucous, finding any empty lot to play a few rounds of stickball.

He pulled into one of those lots now. A dairy factory, mostly used now for distribution. The surrounding lot was covered in loose gravel and it cracked and crunched underneath the tires. Driving by a few parked semi's, he checked to see if they were still with him. They were, but kept themselves back at a good distance. Stavo turned and parked the car between two semi trucks. He stepped out and pulled out his gun.

Stopping by the rear truck tire, he listened to the sound of crunching gravel get closer. They drove slow and cautious. With the sound louder now, the front bumper came into view.