One Wrong Move

Chapter Seventeen - Link goes nuts

" Are you coming or what? " Link smirked.

Rhett sighed and stepped out the car. The two men were both wearing blue suits, fedoras, sunglasses, dressing shoes and black leather gloves. Even though it was night and like 70 degrees outside. The handguns were carefully put away in each of their inner chest pockets, being ready to fire at any moment.

Link took the first step, he was already drunk enough to waddle a little. Rhett was quick to follow, he knew Link had a tendency to fall when he was drunk. He didn't understand why Link drank if he became this drunk from just two drinks. Link rarely drank at all, why would he do it now? Now that they're about to make one of their greatest hits.

" Ey... Rhettster? " Link slurred.

Rhett sighed.

" What? " He said.

" What if you sneak around getting stuff and I'll watch you for ya? " Link smirked, trying to sober up a little.

" Sure, teamwork. " Rhett mumbled, smiling a little.

The club didn't have any guards or red ribbon outside, letting Rhett and Link quietly sneak in. Rhett walked in with secure yet quiet steps and went right for one of the decorative golden bears on the wall. It would fit perfectly in his pocket, without attracting any major attention. Link on the other hand snook in behind the bar, which didn't even have a bartender in it. There were a lot of people in there, but no one seemed to notice the dark dressed men.

Link hunched down underneath the counter and clicked his gun. A soft sent of gunpowder hit his nose and he smiled. The fact that he was intoxicated made the rush of smelling gunpowder feel even more like euphoria. He looked around for Rhett who was behind him, sneaking around the bottles of liquid. Link stood up and shot. He shot, a lot. Random bullets hit walls, glasses and luckily no people. How on earth Link managed to not hit anyone no one knew...