(continued from my post here)
"Idn'it crazy ta want to see them burn for what they've done to ya?" A loud burst in front of the red Ford's hood stops Reginold's thinking abruptly.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screams the forty-something year old man as he dives out of the grievously shot up truck and behind a nearby dumpster. Wiping sweat off of his forehead he spies a gleam on the well polished surface of his service issued M-16. He rolls left behind a crate and immediately starts shooting the side of the dumpster. A well groomed man in his thirties falls to the ground, blood pooling from around his lifeless midsection.
"How mad is this now, Reggi? This yer new life? Killin' innocent civilians?" A brief glance around shows that the man is alone. Reginold searches his person with the well trained motions of a professional and finds a CSA badge and some paperwork detailing Reginold's crime spree over the last few days. "Ahaha! Not so inn'cent are we... Mr. Harre?" He tosses the paperwork into the now defaced dumpster and clutches the badge and walks towards the now owner-less SUV. Reginold tosses the badge and his rifle into the passenger seat and squeezes his belly behind the wheel. "G'damn!" he sputters as he locates the seat adjuster and slides the seat back three clicks.
"Wonder if this'll satisfy that woman from the cafe? Who the hell knows what women want anyways?" Reginold muses as he reaches for the coffee cup meant for Mr. Harre to enjoy. "Now, let's see what kinda man he really was." Reginold opens the lid, sniffs and takes a light sip. smack.. smack "Straight black coffee! Hahaha! Such a shame! We mighta been friends... (he leans over to examine the badge a little closer) Gerald!
Reginold slams the door, puts the idling SUV into reverse and backs onto the street. The man pauses, thinking of his therapist. "Wonder where else I can let a little tension go!"
"Idn'it crazy ta want to see them burn for what they've done to ya?" A loud burst in front of the red Ford's hood stops Reginold's thinking abruptly.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screams the forty-something year old man as he dives out of the grievously shot up truck and behind a nearby dumpster. Wiping sweat off of his forehead he spies a gleam on the well polished surface of his service issued M-16. He rolls left behind a crate and immediately starts shooting the side of the dumpster. A well groomed man in his thirties falls to the ground, blood pooling from around his lifeless midsection.
"How mad is this now, Reggi? This yer new life? Killin' innocent civilians?" A brief glance around shows that the man is alone. Reginold searches his person with the well trained motions of a professional and finds a CSA badge and some paperwork detailing Reginold's crime spree over the last few days. "Ahaha! Not so inn'cent are we... Mr. Harre?" He tosses the paperwork into the now defaced dumpster and clutches the badge and walks towards the now owner-less SUV. Reginold tosses the badge and his rifle into the passenger seat and squeezes his belly behind the wheel. "G'damn!" he sputters as he locates the seat adjuster and slides the seat back three clicks.
"Wonder if this'll satisfy that woman from the cafe? Who the hell knows what women want anyways?" Reginold muses as he reaches for the coffee cup meant for Mr. Harre to enjoy. "Now, let's see what kinda man he really was." Reginold opens the lid, sniffs and takes a light sip. smack.. smack "Straight black coffee! Hahaha! Such a shame! We mighta been friends... (he leans over to examine the badge a little closer) Gerald!
Reginold slams the door, puts the idling SUV into reverse and backs onto the street. The man pauses, thinking of his therapist. "Wonder where else I can let a little tension go!"
