10-28-2020, 05:28 PM
Johnny used his years of expertise, and a handy lock-picking gadget, to enter Delia's room.
He opened the door, slowly, widening as he scanned the room for anything out of place.
Everything seemed to be in order. Barring one missing feature: The gorgeous lady he had
come to see. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the window, which was curiously
left open. He looked out onto the back alleyway, nothing to see there. He shut the window and
turned to view the room from this angle. Still, nothing to raise an eyebrow.
He thought to check the bathroom but with the door cracked and light off, it seemed pointless.
Still, he stood wondering. Maybe she fell and knocked herself out? Surely the light would've been
on had she ventured in there? But if it were just a quick trip, say, for a drink of water. Could he
chance it? A very uneasy feeling took him over as he stood there in contemplation.
Many years in this line of work taught a man a few things. One of which, was to sense danger.
He knew there was nothing there to worry about but that bathroom may as well have been a bright
blinking red light, complete with shrieking buzzer. No, he wasn't delusional. He was just good
at his job.
"Alright, I want you to come out with you hands up!" he shouted.
No sound. No movement. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Did the hidden love he had for
this glorious woman cloud his vision? Had he become a liability unto himself? Doubt was never
something to take serious hold of Johnny's mind, but in this moment...
"I'm not gonna ask you again, come out or I come in shooting!" he yelled with intention.
A whimpering voice suddenly took flight and Dempsey's fears were laid to rest. Most of them anyway.
"Okay, please, I am unarmed" shouted a pitiful voice from inside the bathroom.
Dempsey kept his gun firmly set upon the crack in the door. If things were gonna go sideways
then he was prepared to do whatever it took to walk away from this whole. He needed to see
Her again.
The crack widened and a tall, sweaty Orville emerged from the dark room. His hands held high.
Orville had some explaining to do. He had better hope his words were straight and true.
He opened the door, slowly, widening as he scanned the room for anything out of place.
Everything seemed to be in order. Barring one missing feature: The gorgeous lady he had
come to see. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the window, which was curiously
left open. He looked out onto the back alleyway, nothing to see there. He shut the window and
turned to view the room from this angle. Still, nothing to raise an eyebrow.
He thought to check the bathroom but with the door cracked and light off, it seemed pointless.
Still, he stood wondering. Maybe she fell and knocked herself out? Surely the light would've been
on had she ventured in there? But if it were just a quick trip, say, for a drink of water. Could he
chance it? A very uneasy feeling took him over as he stood there in contemplation.
Many years in this line of work taught a man a few things. One of which, was to sense danger.
He knew there was nothing there to worry about but that bathroom may as well have been a bright
blinking red light, complete with shrieking buzzer. No, he wasn't delusional. He was just good
at his job.
"Alright, I want you to come out with you hands up!" he shouted.
No sound. No movement. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Did the hidden love he had for
this glorious woman cloud his vision? Had he become a liability unto himself? Doubt was never
something to take serious hold of Johnny's mind, but in this moment...
"I'm not gonna ask you again, come out or I come in shooting!" he yelled with intention.
A whimpering voice suddenly took flight and Dempsey's fears were laid to rest. Most of them anyway.
"Okay, please, I am unarmed" shouted a pitiful voice from inside the bathroom.
Dempsey kept his gun firmly set upon the crack in the door. If things were gonna go sideways
then he was prepared to do whatever it took to walk away from this whole. He needed to see
Her again.
The crack widened and a tall, sweaty Orville emerged from the dark room. His hands held high.
Orville had some explaining to do. He had better hope his words were straight and true.
