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Randall approached Luca and bent over, picking up the man's revolver. He placed it in one of his large coat pockets. "I can take it from here, Mia," he grunted to the woman. She was visibly shaken, and she didn't need to deal with this guy today.
"C'mon," he pushed Luca with his own MP5 to the council tent. Randall chose the council tent for a reason--primarily, that it was empty right now. And he was going to give this cop an attitude adjustment. Randall disliked cops--they always got in the way of his work before the outbreak. Or he got in the way of theirs. Or both.
As they entered the tent, Randall's hunch proved to be correct. Chairs around a table, but no people. "Sit down," Randall grumbled. Luca did as he was instructed. Randall placed the man's .44 in the center of the table, and sat down two seats removed from Luca. He placed his MP5 on the table, as well, and then folded his hands on his stomach, reclining in his seat.
"I don't disagree with how you wanted to handle that," Randall nodded as he spoke.
"Then why'd you stop me?" Luca seemed indignant, causing Randall to scowl.
"Because this is a community, moron. Just because I think things should be done one way doesn't mean that's how it's gonna go. I'm not the center of the universe here. No one is. Got it?"
Randall couldn't help but chuckle. The guy, Luca, must've been on his own for a while to think he could waltz into a walled community and start calling shots. "What's your story, kid?"
Luca gritted his teeth as the old man called him a moron, lectured him how this was a "community." Bullshit. And then he laughed at him and called him a kid? Luca was younger than the guy by a lot--but he wasn't a goddamn kid by any means, either. Rather than start a fight, Luca inhaled deeply and tried to compose himself. The old man, Randall, wanted to know Luca's "story"--whatever that meant.
"I was a cop. Miami PD. Before the outbreak," Luca began, nodding to himself. "Outbreak came, dead started walking. Me and some fellow members of the force...we looted. Stole. Robbed. Killed. You know...had to stay alive." Luca was expecting his honesty would shock the man, but he continued before Randall could respond.
"One by one, the other guys got killed. It was just me, and I stumbled on this group. Saved their asses. Thought they'd repay me, but they didn't. Let me stick with 'em, though. Killed a cannibal reverend, so that was...fun." Luca paused a moment in awe--the situation with the reverend seemed like years ago now.
"And one of the guys...I guess he's the group's leader, he said his daughter was here. Ellen's her name, right?" Luca found himself much calmer all of the sudden, willing to talk to the man who'd just detained him.
Randall nodded slowly as Luca spoke, not at all surprised by the man's story. "Well considering you almost blew the Russian kid's head off, I'm not surprised. I didn't expect you spread good works after the outbreak. Cops...I bet you abused that badge, didn't you?" Randall eyed the Miami PD badge on Luca's belt.
He didn't let Luca respond to the question. Randall already knew the answer. "Yeah, do what you gotta do to stay alive. You're right. You know, no one knows this. Well, no one from your group. I killed people before the outbreak. For money. You know. To stay alive." After that, he stared at Luca for a moment. He could see the shock on the man's face.
"Got caught in the wrong business. No real education. It became...procedural after a while," Randall remarked, deep in thought now. "I didn't know the people I killed. Not really. I don't know why my employers wanted them dead. Some had kids. Hell, some were kids themselves. Not legally, but hell, 23 seems like a kid to me. Like you said, gotta stay alive. Pay the bills. Kill someone, and you put your kids through school. Funny how it works, isn't it? Yeah." Randall eyes Luca closely. He was pretty sure he had the guy figured out. All he needed was an attitude adjustment.
"You see this room, Luca? It's where the council meets. Where we discuss things. Bureaucratic bullshit, typically. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Not fun. But I'll tell you what, officer, I'd take boring, bullshit meetings over that little episode of goddamn anarchy you displayed just now. You understand me?"
Luca's eyes widened as Randall explained his life before the outbreak. The guy was a hit man? God damn. And Luca thought his life had been scummy. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Shit, man...gotta say, I'm impressed. You were a hit man, man!" Luca was, in part, faking his enthusiasm to get under the old man's skin, but it didn't seem to be working. His smile faded quickly as his brain registered what Randall said most recently, explaining to him the importance of their little council and meetings.
"Sure, sure. Okay. You're the boss. But man, the kid's a time bomb. And he's had the bite for a long time. He could turn any time. You really think showing him hospitality's the right thing to do? Maybe if he was dying of...fuckin AIDS or something. But this...disease...can kill other people when it kills him. You and your council gonna have that on their conscience?"
"Shut the fuck up," Randall waved his hand at Luca. He wasn't gonna let the asshole manipulate him. He was too smart for the cop's tricks. He didn't pay much mind to it beyond that. It was what Luca said next that captured Randall's attention.
"The kid is a time bomb. I know it." He nodded slowly, considering what could be done with Yuri. "Killing him may be the best option. But we do it after we get a majority to agree to it, dammit," he glared at Luca, not wanting the cop to think he'd "won" by having Randall agree with him.
"Until then, we don't do a damn thing. I'll discuss with Ellen. She may defer to her father, now that he's here. Which is fine. Guy seems fine. I can talk to him. But you're not gonna be popular around here after your little episode. So you're gonna stick with me. At all times. And if you act out again, I'm gonna shoot you in the kneecaps. You understand me?"
Randall slowly got out of his seat, picked up Luca's .44 from the table, and placed it in front of the cop. "Take it," he ordered. "I think you're pretty damn stupid, but I don't think you're dumb enough to blow me away."
Luca was perplexed. The guy was gonna give him his gun right back? After what just happened? "I get my gun, and I just gotta stick with you?" Luca went over the terms of their new "deal"--not as if he had much of a choice in the matter. He grabbed for the .44 and stood up. He was about equal height with the old man, and for a moment their eyes locked, serving as some form of contractual agreement between the two. Luca would play along, follow the rules, listen to the goddamn council. He'd do just about anything to keep his gun.
Just then, both men heard a gunshot come from Yuri's tent. Luca turned around quickly, slightly raising his .44.
"Calm down," Randall urged Luca. "Looks like we just got our way."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5