The House Always Wins

Chapter Seven: Robbery At Its Worst

As Wesley opened the door, he only saw a car and a light underneath it. This was a prime suspect for a car bomb. Wesley knew he had to stop it. "Hey you! Get out from underneath the car or I'll shoot!" A familiar face rolled out from underneath the car. "Frankie Seiburg? What were you doing down there?" Frankie chuckled as Wesley put away his six-shooter and said "I'm the driver for you guys, right? The car needed fixing, so I'm fixing it. You guys just scare easily, don't you?" Wesley thought of what Frankie could be doing and said "We just got a lot on our plate, that's all. Plus, you're an associate. You're not even in the family and you think you have the right to fix the car that you drive us around in? Come on. Undo whatever you just did to the car and We'll take it over to Mel's. He's the best mechanic that I know. Let's go." As Frankie was undoing whatever he did to the bottom of the car, the garage door slammed open, putting a nice big hole in the wall behind it. Frankie heard the thud and the noise startled him so bad that he hit his head on the bottom of the car. He yelped in pain. "Oh, why? Can't you just open it normally?" A man walked into the garage with a shotgun drawn, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. Wesley yelled out. "Who's there?" A voice replied with "Me." Wesley was quick to recognize the thick Irish accent and knew it was Fergie. "Hey Fergie. What's this all about?" Fergie stood there for a minute, the shotgun still drawn and pointed at Wesley. He spoke. "The money. Ten million. Now. Give it to me!" Fergie rushed toward Wesley as to gain the money. Wesley started his sentence on why he couldn't pay up right away, and in doing so, he grabbed his six-shooter in his belt and opened fire. There was a heavy exchange of gunfire and at the end, bodies were lying on the floor.