doesn’t look like he’ll be much trouble, so he doesn’t count.” I heard the Latino man next to me scoff as if he were offended, but I’m not sure why. It’s not as if the men outside were wrong about that. I had fixed him up many times after he had stupidly picked a fight with someone, and there was one thing I knew for sure about him: he couldn’t take a punch. “I’m still not sure about this, Dami. I don’t want to make Uncle Tony mad, but this is a little extreme, don’t you think?” “I know what you mean, Gray, but it’s not like we’ve got much of a choice in the matter. He’s the only family we’ve got, and who knows what he’ll do if we don’t pull this off. Anyways, on the count of three we’ll kick, alright?” I heard the men start their countdown, but by then I had backed away. I grabbed the closest weapon I could find (which happened to be the second nurse shoe) and poised myself ready to attack. As the door came flying open and the men rushed in, I threw the heavy, clog-like shoe with deadly precision. It smacked right into the forehead of the first man and he pathetically fell to the ground. I’m not sure what Carlos was doing (he was probably too stunned to move seeing as how we were in a REAL fight for our lives), but I decided to focus on the other man rather than him. The second man ran slightly ahead of the first, but he must have been a little preoccupied trying not to get hit with projectile shoes because he didn’t seem to notice Brutus come running into the area with a full kettle of hot tea. “Maggie? What’s going o—?” Brutus was cut off when he ran straight into the second man, the hot tea spilling all over him. “AHHH!” the other man started to yell as he tried to get the scalding tea off his face and chest. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” Brutus asked the man with concern on his face. He threw the now empty kettle to the ground, where it hit the first man, who was just starting to get up, right on top of the head. This would-be assassin once again fell miserably to the ground. Brutus looked around with horror as he saw these two men in pain because of him. I knew he hated to see people hurting like this. He probably wanted to do something to help, but I wasn’t taking the chance. We needed to leave and find some place safe. I grabbed Brutus' arm and pulled him passed the two men and out of the apartment. R Page 85
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