General Lee's Revenge--Knightmares

Chapter Two: Who's Who?

(What surprises me is the fact that I produced this chapter in less than a week with twenty tons of homework hanging over my head.

Fancy that.)

Chris stood outside of the warehouse behind Iron Mountain, tapping his foot anxiously and repeatedly checking his watch impatiently. After a moment of this, there was a rustle in the foliage of the dense Georgia woods surrounding him. Finally, out hopped a stocky figure, pulling burs out of his jeans.

"You're late," Chris hissed as the man limped past him.

"I know, and I didn't get the kid either," Abel growled back rather distastefully.

Chris grabbed his arm before he could enter the warehouse, Abel turning back to look at him. "Looks like you didn't have any more luck than I did, and I ain't about to believe that scrawny-lookin' kid beat you all to hell."

Abel shook his head. "It was his brother or whatever, the dark-haired one. Jumped out of his truck and just started swingin'." Abel spat a spot of blood and rubbed his jaw. "Man, he hits hard, too."

Chris nodded. "Which is why I'm takin' him. You can't out-muscle him but maybe I can outsmart him." He pulled his lips back to show off his silver tooth, pointing to it. "We need to make a few adjustments. Those 1976 mugshots of our boys aren't as accurate as they are today. They know that they ain't us and we ain't them, but the rest of the family ain't seen us yet, right?"

Abel bit his lower lip and grimaced. "About that... these two girls saw me, pretty sure they're part of the posse."

Chris growled frustratedly and ran a hand over his face. "Oh, you idiot. See, this is why I handle all the difficult stuff because you're too stupid to think about crucial details. The rest of the family's prepared now, jackass, and Cindy's gonna have our asses if this plan don't work out in her favor."

"Well it ain't my fault, I was fixin' to grab the both of 'em when those girls came tearin' through and held a gun on me!"

Chris looked him up and down. "Yeah, sure looks like you had a handle on the situation," he said sarcastically. "Look, we gotta make sure there ain't no way anybody'd be able to tell us apart from those boys, especially that fatass runnin' the county, you got that?"

Abel nodded, taking a few labored steps back from Chris. "Yeah, I got it." He glanced at the warehouse doors then back at Chris. "You got a plan?"

Chris scoffed. "I always got a plan. We just need pictures of the boys, recent ones that is, which'll involve talkin' to Cindy, God-willin'."

"Hell, I don't wanna do that."

"I didn't say you had to. For once, I'm gonna do the dirty work. You just work on keepin' a close eye on them boys, don't worry about the rest, I got that covered."

Abel nodded. "We still need 'em outta the way, though."

"I'm workin' on that, just don't let anyone see ya, and watch your ass, 'cause I ain't gonna be around to help you."

Abel nodded again understandably. "Noted."

Chris pulled a pair of keys from his pocket, tossing them to Abel who caught them and gave him a confused look.

"I stashed an extra car just in case, figured you might need it at some point. Should be under the railroad bridge next to the creek up on X, green coupe, nothin' too flashy," Chris explained with a smirk.

"What part of the county do you want me to watch exactly?" Abel asked, gesturing with the keys in hand. "There seems to be Dukes all over the damn place."