Not Much A Poet But A Criminal

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Frank was lying on the bed asleep, tired from the constant movement that seemed to never cease that day.

Gerard was leaning against the window frame, holding the curtain open slightly to keep watch on the front door of the hotel.

They had reached the next town over and paid for a room for the night, hoping they wouldn't get caught and could get some rest.

Gerard sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket and noticing the time.

It was 3:47am, only seven hours since they left the club the previous night.

Gerard yawned and approached Frank on the bed, sliding beneath the covers to join him.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the scenes of the previous day and settle down into a deep sleep.

Frank was awoken by Gerard's loud snores. He reached across the bedside table to retrieve his phone and check the time.

10:22am.

They couldn't stay here all day, they needed to get as many supplies in town as they could and move on before Javier's men caught up.

Frank didn't know if they were still being chased, but he didn't want to take his chances and settle down anywhere.

He nudged Gerard until his snoring ceased and he opened his eyes, stretching.

"Hey man, we should get going again, don't wanna hang around here any longer than we have to"

"Good morning to you to" Gerard sarcastically replied, pulling himself into an upright position.

Frank climbed out of the bed and entered the bathroom to wash and get changed, Gerard repeating once he returned.

The two men packed up what little belongings they still had and left the hotel, heading for town.

Their car was out of gas so they needed to buy a new one, or steal one if they couldn't afford it.

Gerard pulled his phone out and started dialling numbers, frowning at the endless beeping as the opposite end didn't pick up. He tried another number as Frank watched him with curiosity.

After Gerard's second attempt failed, Frank spoke up.

"Who are you calling?"

"I know a few people in this town, can get us supplies to keep us protected for a while"

"Wait, you mean like weapons?" Frank asked surprised. He never thought Gerard would return to his criminal ways.

"Shhh" Gerard hissed at Frank, whose voice rose a little too loud with his last comment.

"Yes, weapons, unless you want to confront them unarmed and hope they settle for a verbal reasoning" Gerard spoke in a low tone. Low enough so no passers by could hear him, but loud enough for only Frank to hear.

"Oh shit, so you're trying to call a weapon dealer or something?" Frank asked, his approach to the new subject that of a child discovering a new word.

"Yes fuckwad, now keep your voice down" Gerard spat as he dialled a fourth number, hoping for an answer this time.

The beeping ceased and a deep voice responded.

"Who's this?" The voice grumbled with a thick Mexican accent.

"Antonio, its Gerard. Listen man I need help. Im coming by to get some supplies, caught in a situation and I need you to play along" Gerard's answer was rushed.