Date: 2010-08-27 03:43 am (UTC)
Jesus fucking Christ onna surfboard, 's ev'rybody innis town lost'eir minds? Mob's gone t'clawin' fer blood now, heavin' rocks 'n beatin' 'gainst th'door'n howlin' like demons from hell. 'm jes' tryin' t'think ovvour choices when a boy speaks up. Di'n't even bloody notice'im 'til'e started talkin'. "Hey. We're keepin' safe in the bakery 'till this passes. I figure it'd be safer there fer you than our here on the street."

Well, mebbe not ev'rybody'n town. Nu's inclined t'take'im up onnis offer, an' she turns t'me. "Should we go in, sweet Ain't much we can do out heah, an' I ain't goin' to try to get Benedict, not against that crowd." Also says she c'n speak t'th'river, if'n thin's get real bad.

"I got m'own ideas, if'n thin's go'at route," I says back t'er, real quiet. Pretty sure'at boost I got'd lend 'tself t'some int'restin' d'fenses. But only if'n't came t'at.

"Meantime, though, 'm thinkin' yer right." I sigh. Ain't no way we c'n get t'Ben'dict now, an' I ain't willin' t'die nor bring th'town down on th'Lot azza whole tryin'. Ben'dict, if'n yer innocent, 'm sorry. If y'ain't, damn ya fer bringin'is on allovus. "Lead th'way," I says t'th'boy.
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