Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Eleven

As we headed to the car, I turned to Lester, "I need to stop at the apartment and get a few things. I've been doing some research."

"That is my job, Eden."

"Well, I couldn't really rely on convincing you. I don't know you that well." We got into the Asea, and began driving. After a few moments of him typing on his laptop, I broke the silence. "I have a few ideas."

"So do I. I have a contact who broke in recently. They lived, surprisingly. But we can't use the same approach. They will be expecting that from now on."

"Oh? Was it the ones who snuck in pretending to be a gaurd and a prisoner?"

"Yes. It was. I didn't work on the project.I just recommended them to a friend. They had to bust out some guy. I didn't care for the info, but thats what I do for my people. I find them work. I'm not trying to get anyone killed."

"I don't think you are."

"Eden, people get killed in this line of work. It is fucked up, but you have to move on from it."

"Yeah." I grew quiet. All I could think of was Trevor. I wasn't even thinking about Eddie.

"Well, I would talk to those contacts, but they went their separate ways after the job. I don't think half of them are alive anymore, to be honest with you. Some people get greedy."

"You're awful talkative today, Lester."

"I know... haha... Usually it is Trevor filling in the awkward silence. I suppose I miss him a bit."

"See? You don't really want him to die." I smirked. I pulled into the lot. "I'll be back."

I walked up to my room. I opened the door, and walked in, looking at my phone to see if I got any texts. When I looked up, I noticed a man standing with my pistol in his hand. I gasped. He turned to face me. It was Carter.

"Eden." He said with a breath.

"Carter." I walked slowly. "Just listen-"

"I knew this was a bad idea. Letting you come out here alone." He looked away. "What are you really here for?"

"Carter, the gun is for protection."

"Bullshit." He walked closer. "Eden? Are you happy here?"

"I'm fine, Carter. Go home."

"No."

"Fine. Then stay. But I can't. Give me the gun."

"Why? Are you going to shoot someone?"

"Fucking give me the gun, Carter."

"No Eden."

I stomped on his foot, and when he cried out in pain I jabbed him in the chest. When he grabbed at it in pain, I overpowered his grip on the gun and took it.

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know." I breathed heavily. "But I'm not done yet."

"Don't go, Eden." He sighed, "Fuck." I started to leave, but he threatened, "I'll call the cops. And tell them you are armed.

"You can't." I held up his phone, which I had taken in the other hand. I threw it into the poorly lit bathroom, where it smashed against the grimy wall. He ran after it.

"Why the fuck would you do that? You bitch."

"Sorry, Carter. I have something I have to do." I closed the bathroom door, and locked it. "I have someone to help."

I looked around the room, grabbed the rest of my cash, and strutted out of the hotel. When I got to the car, Lester laughed, "What are you gonna do with a fucking pistol? You know what a Penitentiary is?"

"Yeah? Do you know what an Ammunation is?"

"Eden."

"I'll shoot the guy at the counter, and grab what I can."

"You?"

"Okay... We will pick up one of your guys to do it. Who did you find?"

"You'll send one of my contacts in on a suicide mission to rob a gun and ammo shop?"

"This whole fucking opperation is a suicide mission. And I'd rather die trying to save Trevor than let him get the death sentence."

"Shit. Be honest next time." He joked. "Taliana is in. She said she thinks your smart. Wants to see you redeem yourself. So do I, Eden."

"You should have seen what I did to my brother, I don't even know how I did it."

"I don't care. Just get us to Vinewood Hills. I got a shooter there. A few more guys will meet us at Trevor's House in Sandy Shores, Taliana lives around the block and the other guys will catch a cab."

"Alright. Shit. It's happening."

"Maybe."

I smiled, but remembered the odds. For Trevor. I remember. I have to get out Trevor. I have to tell him how I feel. He needs to know someone loves him. He can't die thinking no one wanted him.