Page 117 of Trading Paint
Once I got to Bellingham, we found ourselves back to our usual ways.
“Is this where we’ve reached the point of no return?” Sway asked outside the apartment complex we stood in front of dressed in our usual, all black, breaking and entering gear.
“I’m pretty sure we passed that when we got out of the car.”
“Good point.” She acknowledged with a nod and then pulled her hood over her head. I kissed the top of her head.
“Remember what that asshole did.”
Sway began nodding her head as the she was preparing for battle, tossing her head from side to side and bouncing on the balls of her feet while shaking her arms at her sides. I chuckled watching her display and then she clapped her hands together. “Let’s do this!”
“Listen,” I put my hands on her shoulders and grinned. “Control yourself. We can’t afford to get caught doing this.”
She nodded but her enthusiasm soon vanished when we approached the door to his apartment.
Tommy came running up behind us holding a paint ball gun as though it was a rifle.
“Where did that come from?” Sway asked with excited eyes. She had a thing for paint ball guns.
“Oh please. I used to live in Elma. Of course I would have a paint ball gun.” He remarked.
“You don’t have to be so rude!” Sway punched his shoulder.
Tommy pushed her back. My hand jetted out to stop him. “Push her again and you’ll regret it.” I warned him.
“That’s right.” Sway taunted behind me.
It took me a while but I got them focused enough to complete the task at hand. “Are you sure it was this apartment.”
Sway shot me an alarmed expression. “Well fuck...now I’m not sure...it was dark.”
“Fuck it.” I took a deep breath, braced my hands on the doorframe and kicked as hard as I could. Much to my surprise, the door came crashing down.
Sway, Tommy and I just stood there looking at each other, amazed I was able to kick it down, when Sway giggled and then stopped abruptly and gazed at me with a completely blank expression before saying. “I don’t think it’s his apartment.”
Twelve doors later, we still hadn’t found his apartment and I was positive this was not a good thing. My legs were sore, Sway was sweating profusely and Tommy had shot up everything with that damn paint ball gun. We had to get out of there before the police came because surely someone had to of noticed the breaking of doors by now. Also, I don’t know if I need to point this out, but some of the doors we broke down, people were home.
Sway and I hid behind a group of trees when we heard police cars and what was Tommy doing?
He was loading his damn paint ball gun—in plain view.
I decided by myself that since I broke down the doors, it was up to Sway to get him. I leaned back in the grass panting. I did just break down twelve apartment doors. I was exhausted. “Go get him.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.” I kept my expression grave and not friendly. “At some point everyone must take one for the team. Guess whose turn it is?”
“Mine?”
“Yes, now go.” I swatted her ass when she stood brushing the grass from her jeans.
This had bad idea written all over it but so did this entire mission. My paranoid thoughts were confirmed just moments later when the police swerved into the parking lot, shinning their lights on Sway and Tommy, holdinga paintball gun, dressed in all black.
It couldn’t have looked much worse than that.
There has been a few times in my life when I thought, “Well that should have gone differently.” Now wasn’t any different. We should have thought this through a little more.
Sway wasn’t impressed and hadmecornered as they questioned Tommy about the paint ball gun, at this point, they didn’t know it was us that broke down all those doors. “Listen, you got me into this mess,” she not so calmly replied shoving my chest. “Get me out of it!”
