My Man, My Money

Bullets Have Clues

I walked away from the burning barn behind me uncaring for it. Well I couldn't really say walk it was more of a limp. I had underestimated the guy letting him get one good shot in my right upper thigh.

Once I reached my black mustang, that was parked two blocks away, I opened the trunk dropping the two duffel bags inside closing it. Going around the passenger side door I opened the glove compartment box throwing my pistol in before shutting it. Every step sent a shot of pain up and down my leg, I went and sat on the curb reaching down in my sock I grabbed my bloody pocket knife.

Flicking out the blade I cleaning it on my white shirt, not wanting to touch that Basterds blood, judging by the way he looked I would have to guess that he was on drugs.

I examined the tiny hole in my leg, I would say it was about the size penny or less, nothing extreme I hoped. I couldn't really see where it was for blood covered my pants and leg making it had to to tell where the entry wound was, but judging by the massive amount of pain that was exploding in the center I was going to have to guess that it was there.

Extending my leg slowly I pushed the pocket knife in my leg, sliding it down in the center making the wound bigger, wider than it really was. I hissed as it met skin and muscle, blood fell easily covering the blade as I pushed it down. The blade of the knife was at least half way in my leg when my phone fucking started to ring. It scared the living shit out of me making so I pushed the knife deeper in my leg faster than I intended, making so when the tip of it hit the flat end of bullet I pushed it down farther in my leg.

I groaned letting my head fall back releasing the knife, letting my hand fall to my side. I sat there just letting it ring, taking a breather, hating the person who thought it was wise to call me right now. When it finally stopped ringing I let out a sigh of relief I gripped the knife again pulling it back a little aiming for the outside of the bullet. When I thought it was just outside the edge of the bullet I pushed it down again sliding it down next to it.

With a groan of pain, regripping the handle ready to start wiggling the damn thing out. I started to add pressure on it, trying to get some leverage on it if possible. When I heard my damn phone start going off again.

Ignoring the phone I eased up on my hold, probably work most likely. Then again I did have a date tonight... No, it was work I could tell by the ringtone. Fuck it, I had a little bit of bigger problem to deal with. It would have to stop ringing sooner or later. It stopped shortly after, thankfully.

Sucking in a breath of air bracing myself as I was about to start wiggling the bullet out, my phone started to ring, again. I was pissed now for having to stop, I pulled my phone out my back pocket hissing harshly, not looking at the the name to see who was calling, I asked, "What?!"

"Oh good, your alive!" He exclaimed.

"Fuck you!" I snapped back, "What do you want!?"

"Is the job done?" He asked.

I rubbed a hand over my face is this seriously what he called for? "Yes, 2 duffle bags total." I said flatly.

"Where's the rest?" He asked a little more anxious.

"I don't know. That's all that was there." I said looking up at the street lamp above me. "I checked."

"Got damn it! You're sure, there wasn't anything else there?"

"Yes, I'm pretty fucking sure for I've been doing this for who knows how long!"

"Shit!... Shit, shit, shit!" He yelled, into the phone. "Kakashi! Go search the damn the place again, in ashes or in flames I don't care, search it! I'll call Kurama, and let him know. Sai! Run a search on the fucker! I want everything you can find him, and where he was before he went to the damn barn!..."