White Rabbit

Chapter Seven

He parallel parks next to the curb and hops out.
"This is the place..."
The building was pretty tiny, it had a sign on the front: "Tommy's Guns."
Garrison walked in and took a look around. Looked like your average gun shop.
"Hello there good sir. See anything that catch your eye?" Garrison turns around to see a big tall man, who spoke with a heavy Russian accent.
"Ah, actually, I have some questions for you." He pulls out his badge the Russian man nods.
"Oh, I see. Come. I make you some coffee, in the back yes?"
"Uh-"
"Got room for one more?"
They both turn towards the door to see Taylor walk in.
"I'm Taylor, his partner."
"Of course, o-of course! Follow me."
The Russian man leads them to a door in the back. Taylor and Garrison whisper to each other.
"I was getting worried you wouldn't show up."
"Oh relax. I told you I would meet you here."

They walk into a back room full of boxes and crates, with a table for four.
"Come, sit sit. I get c-coffee." He walks away into another room and Taylor and Garrison sit down.
"Have you noticed something Garrison?..."
"Notice what?..."
"When I walked in... he seemed... afraid."
"Hmm... I did hear his voice get a bit shaky."
"Just keep your eyes peeled."

While Russian was making coffee, he pulls out his phone and calls someone.
"Boss... she is here. In my shop... with a man... you want me to what?... uh... s-sure thing boss..."

"Here. Good coffee!" The Russian comes back with two cups of coffee and sets them down in front of them. He then sits down with his arms crossed.
Taylor stared down at her cup, she then looked over at Garrison's. Garrison picked up his cup and was about to drink it. Taylor holds his arm to stop him from drinking it. She then asks:
"Why didn't you get any coffee?"
"Coffee go through me, very fast."
Taylor then takes the cup out of Garrison's hand and she sniffs it.
"Uhhh... Taylor?..."
She takes another whiff and she stares at the Russian with a smile.
"Garrison, you don't mind if we trade cups, do you?..."
Garrison gets very confused, but he just goes along with it.
"Uhh... sure..."
They swap cups and the Russian's eyes widen.
"U-uh... you said you had q-questions?... R-right?..."
Taylor holds the cup up to her mouth.
"That's right. We did have some questions... Let's start with this question..." She sets the cup down right in front of the Russian.
"What did you put in Garrison's coffee?..."
The Russian froze with fear. Garrison turned his shocked gaze to the Russian.
"Uhh... w-what y-you mean what I put in coffee? I-I put coffee."
"Well if you seem so sure, why don't you take a drink of it? Or you could tell us some information... about the Hunters."
The Russian was sweating like crazy. His expression changed and stared right into Taylor's eyes.
"I tell you nothing White Rabbit..."
Taylor then stands up out of the chair and pulls a gun out and shoots him in the leg. He screams and falls out of the chair. Garrison jumps out of his seat.
"TAYLOR! JESUS CHRIST!! THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"He was trying to kill you for one, and two, how else am I going to make him talk?" She goes over to the Russian who was holding his leg and was yelling. She crouches down and points the gun at his head.
"Now... tell me some good info or I'll shoot you in your other leg next."
"I tell you nothing!!"
Without hesitation, she shoots him again and he yells out again. Garrison can't handle all of the violence so he walks out of the room.
"Who is your boss?! Where are they?!"
"It doesn't matter if I tell you or not! They kill me anyway! So shoot me! Shoot me just like you did to my brother!!"
"Excuse me?.."
"You killed my brother!! He was part of a Russian mob and you killed every single one of them!! You fucking bitch!!" Taylor stood up and points the gun at his head.
"That's his fault for choosing a life of crime. He deserved it... just like you deserve this..."