Disguise (a short story)

Disguise

Barney Ross aka Shaky, the smartest and most well-known criminal mastermind

Andrew McCoy aka Andy Mac, a DJ legend

8:00 AM

"Hey Shaky I got another job request."

"What is it?"

"It's a silent death for a kid,"

"A kid?" .

"Yeah he's that famous DJ boy."

"Oh him, How much is the bounty?"

"Uh let me check... OH WOW."

"What is it Sniper?!" "Yeah what is it?" Someone asks from the crowd.

"The bounty for the kid is 4 billion."

Like the domino effect, forty pairs of eyes go wide at that money. Out of the crowd someone asks, "Hey Shaky if you don't want that bounty I'll take it!"

Voices erupt from the crowd in questions.

"I am not going to give up this bounty for nothing." He bluntly states.

"Good luck Shaky," Sniper says.

"I'm off to get ready, we'll stay in touch."

"Okay."

An unknown voice muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, "He won't be able to do it, no one will." And with that, he walks away from the group. Everyone stares in shock, and a secret worry.

8:30

"La la laaaa, boom pow, epic drum solo!" Comes booming along with music behind a closed door.

"GET UP!!" Yells an angry roommate. Heavy footsteps thump against the growing music.

Agghhhhh!! Let gooo!" said Andrew with his eyes squeezed in protest.

"Not until you get up and get out!" A very annoyed best friend yells.

"You're gonna be late for practice!!"

"I don't need to go to practice, I'm a DJ!" A stubborn voice booms.

"Well you can't stay here!!" Marcus, Andrew's best friend, shouts.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're just going to go back to sleep, and make me do everything!!"

A tired voice yawns. "Ugh fine." A defeated body sits up.

"Thank you," A satisfied smirk played on his lips.

"Mmmh."

"Hey you know there's a bounty on your head from that party last week?" He worriedly states.

"Really?" An oblivious voice pipes up.

Flashback

"Look man I don't know why you were there but I know you only people on this list are supposed to be in that room. Can you tell me why you snuck in?" A scared voice says smoothly.

"No. Don't ask me again or I'll shoot." Andy says without hesitation.

"Okay please just don't shoot me!" As fear gleams in his eyes.

"Leave now." An angered voice booms.

"Yes I'm going."

BAM BAM!!

"You should have ran faster."

"Plea..se ...please.... don't.." A dying voice gasps.

"Good Night."

BAM BAM!

20 minutes later

"Oh god Andy what did you do?!" A worried Marcus exclaims.

"I kept him quiet."

"Well we gotta hide him and you.."

"Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?"

"Probably hang low or go with you till it's time to go to the party."

"God I hate you Andrew I really do."

Blue eyes grin with a plan in mind.

9:00 PM

Sleek black dress shoes squeeze into an unfamiliar territory

9:12

Bright orange "Chucks" dance with the light post shadows

9:13

Still breaths gleam in the moonlight walkway waiting for the signal

9:15

Puddles splash as precious footsteps align with a familiar technique

9:15

"Over, Shaky do you copy?"

"Here, over"

"Copy that. You in place, Shaky?"

"Yes over"

"Good luck, over"

9:18

Ring! Ring!

"Hello?"

"Hey Andy!"

"Yeah what's up?"

"You coming to the party?"

"Yeah on my way, why?"

"No reason, this party's just weird without your music."

"Ha, see you there ."

"Ight bye."

9:21

Steady hands make sure the gun is locked and loaded.

9:23

Footsteps get closer.

9:24

Relaxed blue eyes stare into a barrel of a gun.

9:25

"You trying to kill me aye?"

No response from the sleek man in black.

9:26

Alrighty then..

9:27

BAM! BAM!

9:30

The man in "Chucks" responds with an evil grin.

9:50

Live from Gordanto City I'm Laura Henson, it seems that the legendary criminal mastermind Barney Ross aka Shaky has been found dead by his

own weapon.

Barney Ross aka Shaky, dead fool

Andrew McCoy aka Andy Mc DJ legend and criminal in disguise