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"There's the Chevelle! Right out front, we're here." Juju was elated to finally have his future car in sight.
"Then it's simple. We put every bullet we got into the house while Juju steals the Chevelle." Harbo's plan sounds so simple, yet it's such a shame. Who knows who resides inside besides the target?
"Someone's coming out, don't let them see you!" Everyone crouches down at Juju's observation.
I take a peak out the window and see a small boy carrying a big bag to the trash can out front.
"It's just a kid. If there are kids living here we can't just shoot through the place."
"You never know. That boy looks about fourteen. He'll probably shoot you if you give him the chance," Harbo sits back up.
"When they shot at us you think they cared who they hit Dump? They just unloaded. We could've had a kid with us, he'd just be a face on a t-shirt now." Juju pulls out a handgun from under his seat. "I'm ready to take this car."
"You guys can't knowingly shoot up a house with a child in there. How about we set the car alarm off and when the guy comes out to check then you take care of him. That way no child has to be hurt."
"Leave it to Dump to try and make us better people. Playing this game with remorse is going to get you killed!" Juju opens the car door, placing a bandana on his face for a disguise. "I'll set off the alarm and hide in the bushes. Y'all better have me covered. Kid or not."
"I got you Ju," Harbo pulls out a chrome .45 and cocks it, placing a bandana over his face. "You still got that revolver Dump?"
I pull out the borrowed revolver from my pocket.
"Good, you better use it if Juju need you. None of that mister save the world shit."
Juju sneaks to the other side of the street and kicks the car, causing the alarm to go off. He sprints over the bushes and hides. Harbo opens the driver side door and moves to the hood of the car. Out of the house comes a man who looks to be in his sixties, draped in a robe and slippers.
"What happened baby? Who's out here messing with you?!" The old man says. He walks over to the car and inspects it, quieting the alarm with his key fob. If this is his car, we have the wrong house.
Another male exits the house. He looks to be in his early twenties, wearing a hoodie.
"What happened to her pops?" The male says, yet never getting a chance to hear the response.
Juju jumps out from the bushes and fires three shots into male, dropping him to the ground. Juju aims the gun at the Old Man. I fling open the car door.
"No!"
Juju grabs the Old Man and forces him back over to us.
