The Trigger Effect
© 2005 By Ken Glassmeyer
© 2005 By Ken Glassmeyer
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What is that lame doing in that fine BMW, Snake? Yo' you gone crazy?"
Jeren bumped his head on the steering column when he heard Kellen come up and speak to Snake so sharply. At the sound of of Kellen's voice he had a sudden sense of alarm and grief. He saw the whole evening as he looked at the wires that were pinched between his thumb and forefinger. The leads went into the car alarm he was currently disabling. How did he get here. This was crazy. He was supposed to go to church that night for youth group. Okay, scratch that. If he was going to repent, he shouldn't lie. He used the whole church thing as an alibi to go see a cute girl. Stupidity being an epedemic tonight, he now found himself under a car he was helping thugs to break into, he didn't even go over and get a taste of the honey he had planned on visiting. His sweaty fingers were the only thing that stopped these two wires from activating the alarm that would bring cops, that is if he lived long enough to be arrested. One of these dudes would probably shoot him just before they ran off to hide. Jeren did the only thing he knew to do and started praying under his breath as he finished disarming the cat alarm.
"So you dudes thought you would go and get some swag without checking in with me?"
Snake peered at Kellen dangerously. "Check with you?"
Kellen leaned right into Snake unafraid. "Did I stutter?"
"You got some stones on you lil' dude," Snake grunted, but he was already backing down.
Jeren watched the exchange has he finished up and slid out from under the car. He started looking for a place to be other than the middle of these two thugs if they threw down. Suddeenly the group of thugs turned away from the confrontation and focussed on getting the loot from the car. Jeren was amazed how fast they worked. Anything of value was taken from the vehicle in less than a minute, including several hidden compartments that including a baby nine gat that was strapped underneath the driver's seat. Jeren's eyes grew wide when he watched Kellen pull it out and admire it breifly in the light of the street lamp before slipping it into his briefs and pulling his baggy shirt over the gun handle. It was nickle plated and very cold looking. Jeren was glad to see it disappear out of sight.
The crew started down the street to the next vehicle that looked promising. Jeren no longer wanted to be cool. H e wanted to be back home eating nasty liver and onions. Anything would be better that hanging out with these guys. They were more like hungry pit bulls than kids.
