Chapter Five

While Levon was still in his car, Josh got out of his, which was parked far away enough from the shack.

Josh arrived at exactly 8:59. He stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk that looked as if it hadn�t been paved in a decade.  He waited until exactly 9:00 and he hit the cracked buzzer on the door. It didn�t buzz. He pressed it harder and it abruptly sounded. Levon caught up to Josh.

Of course, three officers greeted them. Deeds, the black, burly (but short) man was there. He stood behind the two other officers. A bit overweight man, with brown hair and gray streaks popped his head through the opening of the door. He wore wore black pants, a black shirt, and a silver belt buckle. His hair was slicked back. The other man had thick black hair, and a bit of stubble around the bottom of his face. He wore a police uniform.

The men shoved Josh and Levon into the building. They were shoved in front of the police officers purposely, to be mislead. The thick, dark haired man smirked at Deeds. Deeds smiled briefly.

�Excuse me, sir,� Levon said in his most professional voice. Josh knew to keep quiet. He also knew about the staircase ahead. He put himself first for that reason. Josh used the frigid, bitter cement wall to guide his body.

�Shhh!� The man answered.

Finally, they reached the end of the staircase. A door was opened for Josh. The subterranean room smelled musty. The three police officers grabbed guns out of their pockets. Levon wasn't going to settle for anything less than he wanted. He was stupid to Josh, surprisingly. He wondered how Moses survived them, assuming he, himself was going to die, too. 

"Sir," Levon said to Deeds. "What happened to that lady in your car the other night?" 

Deeds quivered.

The overweight one, Tilman butted in. "Nothing, b!tch."

The other one's name was Lazerov. He snickered. The overweight one looked at Lazerov. Lazerov cleared his throat and moved towards Levon. Levon, being the short man he was, was very choked up by Lazerov's young, strong hand. Levon's head touched the wall, but not as hard as his back did. Lazerov pulled Levon to the center of the room. Mr. Wallace felt something circular, metal and cold touch his stomach. He almost felt it was painted black. He was right. That was the last thing he felt before he blacked out. The color. The pain of it. He honestly could have said he felt like there was a bullet in his stomach.

"FU**CK!!" Josh yelled. He stood by the wall where Levon was. He bent over a tiny bit, with his knees too. He didn't expect to be next, but he was.

It was a miracle Josh had the strength to pick up his cell phone. He tossed it near his ear. The side of his face was too wounded to be touched. 9. 1. 1. He touched his phone with blood. "Hi," he mumbled. "We've been shot." Josh didn't want to, nor did he need to say anymore. 

With such a remote location to attend to, the ambulance wasn't going to make it. Josh knew it ahead of time. He slowly closed his eyes, even though he wasn't dead yet. Josh hoped that all the money Edison was worth meant that he could be helped.

Levon could have barfed up his stomach if he wanted too. He tried to contain his blood though. 

Finally, two ambulances arrived. They busted down the stairs with FRAT clear of the scene. Josh wasn't sure if he was still alive. He guessed he was when he saw a stretcher with people around it.

Levon felt valiant, like this was his time to be at his best. This is what he did for work.

On the stretcher, Josh was barely conscious. The right side of his face was purple and bloody. The bullet hung low in his cheek. It was heavier than any weight or pressure he had ever felt before. A neck brace disallowed Josh to look behind him. Josh heard comments about not making it, and a man yelled, "Please!!" He didn't have the ability to recognize it was Moses. Then Josh felt a prick in his shoulder, and that's all he remembered.

Prologue/Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Epilogue
This story was written by K8, and some ideas may originally belong to David J. Burke, the writer of Edison. Some of the story is K8's own work, BUT NOT ALL OF IT. The writing is K8's except for a few quotes, but the concept is David J. Burke's, except for a few scenes.