Jester and Ace returned to the orphanage and parked in the parking garage.
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Ace turns to Jester, "Ok," he starts and reaches behind his back, "Here," He hands Jester another gun.
"I still have the one you gave me earlier," Jester says and pulls it out of his pants.
"I know," Ace holds the gun out to him, "this one is for your left hand."
"Why? I wouldn't be able to hit the broadside of a barn with my left hand," Jester tells him.
"Yeah, but they don't know that," Ace smiles.
"Oh. That's a very good point," Jester says and takes the gun. "But what about you?"
Ace's sideways grin grows, "Thought you'd never ask boss." Ace gets out of the car. Jester follows suit and watches as Ace approaches the trunk. He pulls out an Ak-47 and slams a clip in it.
"A machine gun?" Jester asks. "Isn't that a bit of an overkill? It's a bunch of nuns and a couple social workers."
"A machine gun? No, this isn't a machine gun, this is a crowd control gun. People tend to do whatever you ask when you point one of these babies at them," Ace explains.
"I can see why, and it's not even pointed at me," Jester grins. "So do you have a plan? Or are we just winging it?"
"We walk in and start shooting at the ceiling. That's gonna make everybody run, duck, or hide. The administration building is separate from the rest of the orphanage. There's a hallway straight down the middle with a door at each end. We go room to room and get everybody out in the hallway. Then we lock everybody up in one room. Then we question those social workers," Ace explains and shoves a few extra loaded clips into his pocket.
"Ok," Jester nods nervously.
"Boss, you can't go in there with that kind of attitude," Ace shakes his head and shuts the trunk.
"What attitude?" Jester shrugs.
"That 'I really don't want to be here. I don't wanna hurt anybody' attitude. Nobody's gonna tell you shit cuz they won't take you seriously. You gotta make them scared of you," Ace tells him. "Get mad. They are possibly the only thing standing between you and Mr. J's baby. For all we know, they adopted her out to child predators. Do you think they're gonna tell a rational person anything?"
"Right," Jester nods, "we're the bad guys that are going to shoot them if they don't cooperate."
"Exactly," Ace says and unbuttons his shirt, "here, change clothes," he hands him a t-shirt, "We can't have them recognizing our clothes." Ace pulls on a different shirt.
"What if they recognize our voices?" Jester wonders.
Ace shoves a clown mask into his hand, "That's why it's important that we yell. And this'll muffel it some. It'll hide our hair too," he says and pulls his down over his head. Jester nervously nods and puts on the mask. "Ok. You ready?" Ace asks.
