Shark Killer

In the air, final briefing

"Ok, yall know what our boy looks like. I doubt if he will go with a disguise. He don't want no confusion in there"
G explains as they study the picture from the boat e-mailed earlier by Ricky. "And remember your text message codes. No talking.
Ninemil, we gonna let you out a block early so you can amble your bum lookin self on down there.
LTD, I want you in there about fifteen minutes ahead of them so you can order and be in place.
And make sure you sit with a view to the hallway leading to the restrooms.
Done had that checked out. It goes out to a back door. If he gets goofy Ninemil will be out back waitin on him.
James, you gonna be right behind the wheel and Skinnyman I want you wid me. Just follow my lead"

In the back

Fifteen minutes to wait. Round in the chamber. Safety on. ####ed and locked. Check the money in the magazine.
Check it again. Have a smoke. Or two. Nervous. Waiting.
Where did that guy come from? Just an old bum I suppose. Big old loose jacket. Hat pulled down low.
Something is not right about him though. But what?
He's all stooped and moving slow, but...but what? Don't worry about it son. Focus on what you have to do. Just be cool.
Have to send the text when I leave the truck.
G expects me to round the corner forty seconds later. Time to move. As I get close to the old bum it hits me.
He is not as he seems. Clothes are clean.
What skin I can see is too smooth. Then I get it. A disguise. To the casual passerby he is just some old vagrant.
Most people look over someone like that, not at him.
No officer, didn't get a good look is what a witness would say. Then he turns and gives me a wink and a sly grin. And I recognize Ninemil.
LTD is seated inside with a disguise of his own. Loose fitting Dallas Cowboy jersey to downplay his muscular build. Hat to cover his shaven head.
No flashy jewlery, no tats. Just your average sports fan enjoying some wings and a pitcher of iced tea.

In the front

"There comes our badboy, just like I figured" G tells his crew as Chad leaves the gift shop next door and heads into the restaurant.
"Yo boss" says James. James rarely speaks but it's always meaningful.
"What is it James?" G answers.
"That car just pulled up? Well that girl, she be the one in dat picture from da boat." he explains.
"Well, well. So it is. And who might that rough looking dude with her be? Poor old Chad.
He probly done tole that ho 'Just wait here and daddy will be back in a flash. With the cash'.
Bout time he's out da door, ole back door dude here comes out da closet and here they be. Just keeps gettin better"

 

Ok,ok guys. Ended my week thursday afternoon so I have no excuses.
Soon, I promise.

 

"Got a question boss" asked James
"Shoot" said G
"Why didn't they just wait back at the motel, when Chad comes back, pop him there, get the money and go"
"Think about that James. You think she trusts that chump any more'n he trusts her?
If he had planned on taking her along,he would have checked out and brought her to start with.
Nah, ole Chad got other plans. And so do we now. Too public out here. We know what Penelope and studly gonna be doin.
They gonna be trailin Chad. Now all we gotta do is trail them. And Ricky and Ninemil gonna be bringin up the rear in that big ole Pete.
Hope he got some room left in that trailer. Jus might come in handy"

Bleep...bleep...bleep. A series of texts informed G that both parties are seated and the exchange has taken place.
During the lull, G takes the opportunity to free text Ninemil informing him of the change of plans, telling him that he will be riding in the big truck with Ricky.
G figures if Chad gets hip to being followed and tries to double back, an eighteen wheeler crossways in the highway would make a fine roadblock.

"I hope you choke on it" Ricky says through gritted teeth as he slides the SI magazine across the table.
"Now,now Ricky, don't be such a spoilsport. It's so unbecoming of you. Glad you saw fit to cooperate.
Now let's just enoy our meal like two mature adults and put this whole affair behind us"
"I hope you get some uncurable STD from that skank and die a lonely, painful, horrible death" Ricky growled.
"Oh Ricky, don't be such a poor loser. Maybe if you weren't such a barbarian, her hotness would still be in your lap with her tongue in your ear.
Oh, and that spanking thing? She said you never did it right. Said it felt like a toddler playing pattycakes" Chad said announced gleefully.
"Don't even try to piss me off. We are way beyond that. Just stay out of my life"
"Oh I plan to. I plan on walking out that door and going about my merry way. And if you know what's best, you won't have any crazy hero plans"
As Chad stood up and wiped his lips with a napkin, LTD hit the send key indicating the meeting was concluding.
Having already settled his bill, LTD ambled toward the exit. His job was twofold. To make sure Ricky went straight back to his truck and not go off on Chad.
And to provide backup should some unexpected muscle show up. He started toward the car at an oblique, keeping Chad in his periphery.
Ricky rounded the corner of the building to find Ninemil waiting by his truck.
Penelope looked up from the line of coke she was doing and said "Here he comes, start the car"

 

"I can tell I'm in Florida. Seen that white girl doin some nose candy over in that white car" LTD said as he got in.
Brother G caught him up on the latest developments, including the identity of the girl and the change of plans.
That was when recognition set in, brought about by the mention of cocaine.
"Oh hell! Now I know where I done seen that boy. Last year when I was down in Panama City doin bidness.
Ole studly there was with some scary lookin guys from Miami. He wasn't family, more like a wheel man or maybe does some enforcement work.
I seriously doubt he is sanctioned on this here. Them guys don't do small stuff. This is a private deal, most likely chasin that poon.
Even so called hard core gangstas ain't immune. I should have second thoughts about hittin this dude" G explained.
"Outa respect boss?" James asked.
"Partly, but mainly I don't want no Columbians with machine guns chasin my black butt. But I really don't see a problem.
If they knew what he was up to, they would probably thank me for doin him.
Didn't count on this boys, but we can handle it. Gotta take him down hard. Only way. He's a shooter"
"Reckon how they got hooked up boss?" LTD inquired.
"No tellin. Most likely seen her on the beach or maybe in a club. Wants to impress her.
Starts talkin about being in the Columbian mob, Miami, all that stuff.
She already got a taste for the powder and been thinkin on how to separate Chad from that green she know be comin in.
What ole studly ain't figured out yet, is she most likely done planned on separating herself from him in the very near future"

"#### babygirl, take it easy on that stuff. We ain't even paid for it yet" Studly told Penelope.
"Don't you worry none about that daddy. This little ole eight ball will be on the house when we walk in there and pay cash for a couple ounces.
Step on it some and triple our money in J-ville tomorrow night daddyo"
"How bad you want me to hurt him?"
"No more than necessary to relieve him of what he is putting in the trunk of that rental car. No need getting dirty if you don't have to.
Besides, when I tell Dominic that Chad has no intention of paying him the fifteen grand he owes him, his days on this earth will be limited"

Chad had been gone almost a full minute when James commented on studly and Pen not following behind yet.
"Figured him for a pro" G explained."Bet he done slipped a homing device on that car.
Got one now that's compatible with a common GPS unit. Long range deal too. Less than a hundred bucks on the internet.
What a country. He's gonna give him a decent lead. Not too worried. We gotta hang back too. He ain't lookin for us.
But this ain't his first rodeo, which means he's always lookin for something.
He done let that ho get in his head, so he gonna be a little distracted, but he still gonna be dangerous.
Ok, boys. They pullin out. It's show time"

 

Chad done got in knee deep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPHuE5pDlEs

 

I was trying to act cool, but my nervousness obviously showed, as I wheeled out of the lot with Ninemil recieving our instructions via text.
"You nervous man?" Ninemil asked me.
"Yeah I reckon so" I admitted.
"Understandable. Can I give you some advice?"
"Sure"
"Don't think" he tells me.
"Huh?"
"Just what I said. Thinkin get ya killed. Things can happen so fast, you ain't got time to think noway. Just react.
Funny thing is, most times you won't remember what you did, so there usually ain't nothin to think about afterwards either"
Aside from that stupid shark, I had never shot anything besides a inanimate targets.
When I really got down to it, I didn't want to see Chad die, scum that he was, I think I could take him out though, push come to shove.
"Hey Ninemil, you ever...uh" I tried to ask.
"You mean I ever kill somebody? Yeah. That's something else you don't want to think about. But it was him or me.
Let me splain somethin. We ain't like the Bloods or the Crips. Them boys just flat crazy. Difference is, Bro G runs a business.
What folks think about that business is one thing. But it's business first, and sometimes things get rough.
But if we never had to fire a shot, that would be good too.
I come from LA when I was twelve years old to live with my aunt in Memphis. Never was too good in school.
Got a job at the car wash. That's where I met G. Did a good job on his Benz and he took a liking to me. That was ten years ago.
I been shot twice. Ain't no fun bro.
I ain't no coward, but wouldn't hurt my feelins none if all the excitement is over, time we get there"

"I see studly didn't follow Chad. He knows something, so we follow him" G instructed James.
Chad went south on Eglin Parkway, which leads to US98, the coastal highway running east/west along the Gulf of Mexico.
Studly went weast on Hughes street, then turned left on Beal Parkway, running parallel with Eglin.
Beal intersects 98 west of the Eglin junction.
Studly had surmised, via transponder, which direction Chad was going on 98, which was apparently west.
Despite the headstart, he was only a few hundred yards ahead of studly and Pen when the made the right turn onto 98.
Once out of the outskirts of Fort Walton Beach, Chad set the cruise on the speed limit and studly did the same thing, lagging back about an eighth of a mile.
Free of heavy traffic, James was able to keep his target in sight from a respectable distance.
"What are we waiting for?" Penelope asked, antsy from the coke and here own greed.
"Chill out babygirl. Can't you see we're out on an open highway here? He will stop eventually. Just hope he don't go all the way to Pensacola"