Zane
Crouching, ready to spring into action, I assess the situation.
There are two dudes, dressed all in black with hoodies on. One is a man. The other is a teenager. The man has moved to the counter and is peering around it, while the teenager shifts nervously from side to side just inside the door. From here, I can’t see if either of them has a weapon.
Blake calls from the kitchen. “I’m not taking orders. I’m closed.”
I can tell he has moved closer to the kitchen door. I glance back at Laura, and her eyes are laser focused on me. She looks scared to death.
I give her a reassuring wink, and her facial expression softens. She lifts her hands and forms a heart with her fingers and rests them on her cleavage.
I give her another wink, acknowledging her message has been received, and I fully intend to let her tits show my cock their appreciation tonight.
Then I turn my focus back on the perps and begin easing forward.
I have a clear shot if I need to take the man out. I lift my gun and aim.
Blake walks through the kitchen door, wiping his hands on a towel. "We’re closing early for Christmas. I’m not taking orders. I’m sorry. Come back after Christmas.”
The man answers, "We didn’t come for food, old man, but I do want all your dough. Open the register.“
Blake stops, puts his hands in the air, and warns them. “You’re making a mistake. You should leave before it’s too late.”
The smaller dude laughs defiantly. “Not without your Christmas cash.”
The man waves his gun at the cash register. “Open the register, now!”
I ease closer, gun aimed, ready to fire if he points it at Blake.
Blake says again. “I’m warning you. You need to leave before you get hurt.”
“Warning us?” The teen laughs and then brandishes his gun. “Dude, you don’t get to tell us what to do. We are the ones with the guns. Now, open up the damn drawer so we can get out of here.”
Blake shrugs cool as a cucumber, then steps towards the register. “Get ‘em, Batman.” He says, forcefully, and then all hell breaks loose.
I charge forward, yelling, “POLICE, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!”
Batman springs into action charging the man at the register, barking and baring his teeth. He looks as ferocious as he is.
"HOLY FUCK!" The man yells, and the teenager shouts, “DOG! DOG! DOG!”
“GET ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE GROUND! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! GET ON THE GROUND!”
I’m ten feet away.
The man points his gun at Batman.
“GET HIM, BATMAN!”
Batman leaps. His mouth as wide as it will open. The whites of his flared eyes showing. Fierce as fuck!
BANG! The gun goes off!
