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OMP 11.8 - It's not the way it looks...
Jan. 28th, 2008 03:13 pm"Really, sir, I swear, it's not the way it looks..."
"Then you tell me, boy, just exactly what is it that I'm supposed to be seeing?"
Ben licked his lips, looking around. He was inches from the door, a shopping cart of supplies behind him. Rock salt, lighter fluid, everything that makes a good hunter. However, the two shotguns and bag full of ammo really were a bit noticeable. But hey, no one had been at the weapons counter to help him, so he had to help himself!
And true, he wasn't at the door by the registers, and instead sneaking out the service entrance by where the gardening stuff was. He looked over his shoulder and his car Layla was just there waiting for him. Hell, he even had unlocked the trunk and it was just sitting there waiting for him to dump the stuff, gun the engine and get the hell out of the Walmart parking lot.
"Well, you see, there was this hot blonde, and she told me that if I could sneak this stuff out past the guards, she would... well, you know." Ben gave his best "I'm-really-not-doing-anything-wrong" smile. And he wasn't lying. Ruby was a hot blonde, and he was working off her shopping list.
"Tell me another one."
Ben blanked. Crap, if he was here any longer, he was really going to get noticed and be in a lot more trouble. But he did need the stuff...
"Listen, how about this... we could - Oh my god is that Carrie Underwood?"
The clerk whipped his head around, and Ben moved fast. He stomped on the guy's foot, and when he doubled over, kneed him in the chin. The guy was out cold. Quickly, Ben dragged him into the gardening area, pushing the shopping cart along until the automatic doors closed behind them.
Minutes later the camero was packed and Ben checked over the clerk, who was still unconscious but otherwise fine. "Sorry about that, man. Just be consoled with the fact that in getting your ass kicked, I get to kick some demon ass."
By the time the clerk came to, Ben was already on the interstate, jamming to the copy of Zepplin IV that somehow made it's way into the shopping cart as well.
"Then you tell me, boy, just exactly what is it that I'm supposed to be seeing?"
Ben licked his lips, looking around. He was inches from the door, a shopping cart of supplies behind him. Rock salt, lighter fluid, everything that makes a good hunter. However, the two shotguns and bag full of ammo really were a bit noticeable. But hey, no one had been at the weapons counter to help him, so he had to help himself!
And true, he wasn't at the door by the registers, and instead sneaking out the service entrance by where the gardening stuff was. He looked over his shoulder and his car Layla was just there waiting for him. Hell, he even had unlocked the trunk and it was just sitting there waiting for him to dump the stuff, gun the engine and get the hell out of the Walmart parking lot.
"Well, you see, there was this hot blonde, and she told me that if I could sneak this stuff out past the guards, she would... well, you know." Ben gave his best "I'm-really-not-doing-anything-wrong" smile. And he wasn't lying. Ruby was a hot blonde, and he was working off her shopping list.
"Tell me another one."
Ben blanked. Crap, if he was here any longer, he was really going to get noticed and be in a lot more trouble. But he did need the stuff...
"Listen, how about this... we could - Oh my god is that Carrie Underwood?"
The clerk whipped his head around, and Ben moved fast. He stomped on the guy's foot, and when he doubled over, kneed him in the chin. The guy was out cold. Quickly, Ben dragged him into the gardening area, pushing the shopping cart along until the automatic doors closed behind them.
Minutes later the camero was packed and Ben checked over the clerk, who was still unconscious but otherwise fine. "Sorry about that, man. Just be consoled with the fact that in getting your ass kicked, I get to kick some demon ass."
By the time the clerk came to, Ben was already on the interstate, jamming to the copy of Zepplin IV that somehow made it's way into the shopping cart as well.
