Aceite approached Hoosk, early that morning.
"Hoosk, you got it?" Aceite asked, Hoosk looked to the younger boy, rolling his eyes.
"What?" He asked, Lios watching Aceite intently, fear in his eyes.
"Don't play that with me, you promised." Aceite breathed in Hoosk's ear, hands on his shoulders.
"Lios, give him the gun." Hoosk ordered, Lios got up to comply. Aceite shot a warning glance to the short man, who sat back down with zero hesitation. Aceite approached Lios, towering over him.
"Is it the right one?" He asked, snatching the gun from Lios' pocket before he could be stopped.
"Yeah, boy--" Hoosk tried, Aceite turning his head drastically to face him.
"Boy? Keep your trap shut, if you want to keep it." Aceite snapped, smiling at the threat inwardly. He didn't smile though; he held a stern glare. Hoosk returned the glare, revolt blazing in his eyes. Musculo who'd been on watch, came through the door,
"Aceite, Guard's a couple paces down." Aceite nodded, he had noticed this a while ago. Hearing the thumps of heavy feet, and keys clanging. Aceite studied the gun, a simple pistol. He looked to be sure it had ammo,
"Look at that," he said matter-of-factly. Aceite looked to Hoosk's gang-mate Tail. A tall man, who was rather scrawny. Aceite approached the man who was much taller than himself,
"Tail's got it, don't he?" Aceite said, bringing his hand swiftly to Tail's chin. Aceite yanked the man to his eye-level, narrowing his eyes. "Don't he?" Aceite repeated, coldly.
"The guard, Boss." Musculo reminded Aceite. Aceite gave a sort of grunt.
"Lure him away, Musculo!" He ordered, not breaking eye contact with Tail. Tail flinched at the command, knowing it wasn't his. "Ammo, Tail. Act or I'll break you right now." Aceite threatened, cracking his knuckled against his side. Tail gulped audibly,
"Ain't got a-amm..." Tail tried; he wasn't much of a talker.
"Who does then, Tail?"
"I does." another voice came, Aceite cringed at the wording, whipping his head to the speaker.
"You 'does'? Who are you?" Aceite asked, looking the new-comer up-and-down. "Who are you?" He'd repeated, grouchily, the new-comer, face dark, though not fearful, repeated.
"I does."
"If you don't tell me who "I" is, I'm going to throw you out." Aceite promised, the simple-figured person approached Aceite,
"'I', sir, is me."
"I am Aceite, give me your name." Aceite demanded, the simple girl, dressed in prison ware shook her head. "Sir, I haven't got a name. Call me 'Chica'." Aceite dropped Tail who landed with a thud.
"Give me the ammo, Chica." Aceite growled, approaching the girl in quick strides.
"Sure. Take me with you," Aceite stopped, right in front of the girl, "What?" Aceite said, glancing to Hoosk, "Call her off,"
"He doesn't control me, Aceite. We can talk about terms later; your friend can't hold the guards long." Aceite opened his mouth, millions of words wanting protest, then he stopped. He smiled.
"How old are you?" Aceite settled, Chica frowned,
"Old enough." She responded, Aceite didn't like the open-ended answer, but sighed.
"Fine, but get in the way, and I'll ditch you."
"Sure, sir." Aceite rolled his eyes at Chica's response. Chica gave Aceite the ammo, for a moment Aceite hesitated. She was rather trusting. Aceite picked the girl up, sloppily, as she wasn't much smaller than him.
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Oil Spill
Mystery / ThrillerAceite is a young boy who has moved away from his parents as they didn't get along. Aceite applies for a job, and gets it. But when he shows up, it's empty. He's left to pick up the slack. An angry customer results in an unfortunate event. Aceite a...
