Wanted for slaughter

Bad Time

David took a few cans of beans from one of the shelves and handed it over to max who was sitting in the shopping cart. The kid placed the cans down next to him and folded his arms.

They had been at the shops for quite a long time and David could tell that Max was getting grumpy. The boy had become snappier and David found himself having to correct his language much more than usual. At least he wasn't running around and causing mayhem. That was probably the only good thing about Max having a sprained ankle.

David pushed the cart to the next aisle and inspected the different types of bread they had on sale. The small store didn't offer much variety, but he still wanted to get the best he could afford for the kids. Luckily, he had quite a bit to spend. Daniel was VERY generous and David had to remind himself to put together a gift basket to thank the man.

He wasn't entirely sure how Daniel managed to have enough money to rebuild the Mess Hall and sponsor the food, but boy was he glad he did! Mr. Campbell would've been so disappointed if he found out about all of the chaos back at camp. The chaos that HE allowed to consume the operation...

He stared at the two breads in his hands and shook his head. He placed one back on the shelf and handed the other to Max.

He wasn't scared of Mr. Campbell. Max was wrong about that... It still bothered him a bit, though. Why did Max think he was scared of Mr. Campbell?

He quickly dismissed the thoughts with the conclusion that Max was just messing with him again. It seemed like the kid just enjoyed toying with people in any malicious way he could. He had to admit that he was pretty impressed with Max's knack for finding the correct buttons to push within people. Anyone could see that the kid was extremely gifted.

A sudden clanging noise behind him made his neck do a 180 to see what was happening. Oh, Max just kicked the side of the cart. No big deal. Everything was still fine.

"Everything ok, Max?"

The boy glared at him and kicked the side of the cart again. "I'm bored. When are you going to stop prancing around the place and actually buy stuff? We've been in here for hours!"

"Well, it's only been 2 hours and I'm almost done. We'll be back at camp in no time!" he ruffled the kid's hair and almost lost his hand, but it was worth it in his opinion.

He pushed the cart with a nervous grin plastered onto his face, ignoring the profanities that the kid was yelling at him. Luckily, there weren't many people in the store. Wait, no. There weren't any people in the store.

As if on cue, the little bell above the door jingled and a man walked in. It was a man with a longish face, high cheekbones, stubble, green eyes and worn out clothes.

The guy looked a bit sketchy in David's opinion and he tried to steer clear of him as far as he could. Something about the man reminded David of the type of people he had to deal with before he became a detective. Maybe...Maybe it was time to pay. Max was right. They had been in there long enough. He didn't want to make it look too obvious, though.

David idly pushed the cart through random aisles, occasionally throwing glances over to the man as he whistled a cheerful tune. He picked up a random bottle of...something and pretended to look at it as he waited for some time to pass.

He heard footsteps behind him. His eyes flicked towards the source. He stayed frozen, eyes aimlessly trailing over the bottle in his hand as the man stood next to him and looked at the same shelf. He jumped at the sound of a chuckle next to him.

"Planning on having a fun night, huh?" the rough voice asked next to him.

David's eyes shot towards the man and he reflexively clutched the bottle closer to his chest. He let out a nervous laugh, "Uh haha, what do you mean?"