“Please explain to me who thought that was a good idea,” Wendy said as she put a Glock-19 with a suppressor on the table. Jill turned to Gina and asked, “what?” Gina looked at Jill then back at Wendy trying not to stare at the gun. After a moment of silence, Gina said, “it all started with a girl.” Jill asked, “what?” Gina fought the urge to smile knowing it wouldn’t end well.
Note: the "churched" error in the last paragraph will be fixed in the next section.
Four hours earlier, Gina and Jill sat in a car on a corner watching a man as he stood there waiting for something. He was in black-leather pants with a black button-down shirt, black tie under a black leather jacket and a black pork pie hat with a quail feather. Gina said, “he looks like the kind of guy that if he isn’t trying to touch your ass is singing about how he wants to touch your ass.” Jill was behind the wheel with Gina riding shotgun. They found this guy the day before giving off this, “I sell drugs” vibe, and they decided to wait and watch. Some time passed with nothing happening when Gina asked, “I saw you are taking a few days off, are you going away?” Jill didn’t answer for about a minute. She finally said, “I try and take my mother’s birthday off so I can go see her……That is my real mother than those people from the car.” Gina could see this was a topic Jill just wanted to let go, so she asked, “you want some company? maybe making the trip would be easier with two?” Jill wiped back a tear and said, “yes that would be nice, and maybe I could show mom I’m not alone.” Gina nodded to the man and said, “OK here we go.”
A group of teenage girls approached the man. They were in school uniforms with knee-length tan skirts, white polo shirts underneath dark blue blazers. The man did little to hide his glare as they passed. One of the girls turned and walked back to him. She was tall with long straight ash-brown hair with just a few freckles across her face to add character. She was maybe sixteen or seventeen. Like all the other girls, she had her phone out in her hand. They couldn’t tell what they were saying to each other, but it must have been something. She blushed as he smiled and ran his hand across the stubble on his face. The girl moved in closer as she showed him her phone. The guy put his right hand into her jacket around to the back and whispered something into her ear that made her smile.
Jill turned her head away from the two until Gina said, “and there it is.” Jill looked up and saw the girl walking away with a fearful look. Jill asked, “there what is?” Gina asked, “what, you didn’t see it?” Gina turned on her iPad and replayed the video. She pointed out, “first she shows her payment to his account on her phone, then he slips his hand behind her and drops the drug into a pocket on her skirt or sown into the lining.” He kissed her neck then stroked her breast through her shirt with his left hand almost holding her in place. The girl’s look changed from slightly flirty to wanting to get out of there. Gina said, “she knows that once her cash runs out, he will get more than a quick kiss or touch.”
Jill asked, “what?” Wendy picked up the gun and pulled the slide back and unscrewed the suppressor. She eased the slide back and put the gun down while holding the suppressor up. She asked, “what’s this?” Gina said, “yes I know it was stupid, but I didn’t want to give this ass hat any more of our time, and I thought it would be ok.” Jill asked, “what?” Both Gina and Wendy stared at Jill. Wendy said, “this suppresses not silences, and you need to use subsonic ammunition for it to work.” Jill said, “I don’t know what you two are saying. All I can hear is my heart and that fucking gun, but if you are saying don’t shoot a gun inside a car then don’t worry, that shit isn’t happening again.” Wendy sarcastically asked, “what?” Gina lost her battle as she started to laugh. Wendy said, “Darren is replacing the windshield from where the brass chipped the inside, as well as the powder-burned liner. I also think you two should apologize to him, or you might end up in one of the crap cars from now on.” Gina made a jerking motion with her hand. Wendy said, “a simple sorry would work but…… You know, do whatever comes naturally to you.”
Jill pointed to the television in the common room and said loudly, “what the fuck is that?” They turned to see a news broadcast just outside a church. The windows were blown out, and smoke poured out. The broadcaster was talking about a blast and terrorists. The blurry images of bodies being carried out filled the screen with some of the shapes being child size. The three women joined Gina’s children in the common room as they watched the news. Gina’s eight-year-old daughter Maria Rose made a jerking motion and asked, “what does this mean?” Gina responded, “it means your grounded if I ever see you do that again.” Maria Rose put her hand down into her lap then she looked at her younger brother’s lap and made a disgusted realization. The news talked about the church and how many people were inside as well as how many it could have been if the bomb had waited. Wendy said, “just listen to them, it’s like they wanted a bigger body count.” The church shifted then caved into itself. Maria Rose asked, “is this like the gas station?” The broadcaster’s face changed from an almost hungry look to one of sorrow as they confirmed the presence of a daycare in the basement of the church and the many young bodies.