3.
“I told you to leave it be.” Donnie the Hulk or Don for
short, looked at the officer who was lying on the ground bleeding from the
gunshot wound and was dying. “I would not have shot you then.”
It was a simple job; walk in and rob the counter. And at
2200hrs, it was closing time and all was well, the lady behind the counter paid
up as if she was doing the day’s count but an officer of the law had stepped in
for his drink.
“Lacy, I need a drink.” Wrong call at the wrong time and night
to do it at the wrong branch.
“What the ---” The Officer saw the gun in Don’s right hand. When
the officer reached for his holstered gun, Donnie had leveled the drawn gun at
the officer.
“Don’t make it my day. You ain’t Doc Holiday and I ain’t
stupid either.” Don cautioned the officer. It had worked but not everyone was
buying when it came from the lady.
The lady screamed.
The officer drew his gun.
The Hulk was shot in the left thigh.
That was all Don needed to do soon after.
“Kill or be killed.” Don remembered her training well. That
was hours ago in the thousands.
Don the Hulk, they called her.
“Put her at point and she will shield you.” That was the butt
of the joke in the mess hall but Donnie did run point. Her truck was the fore
in the convoy. The Hulk was given to her as suggested, a huge lady shield with
a square face who if was with a different gender could had been a star
quarterback. Instead, she joined the Army until she aced her left knee during a
convoy ambush. She then joined the logistics; which involved driving through
the states on the long night haul nights. She was frustrated and did here round
on the Manager which earned her the docks.
“It was a bad fuck. He could not last the pace. I gave him a
new hole in his belly. He won’t be fucking even at Hell.” Don told the Judge.
After her release from prison time, she ventured into various
off jobs. That did not pay off and she became an enforcer for the mobs where
the intimidated may be women. It was fine but the money was not enough, and she
joined the small gangs in the robberies. It gave her more money and the zest to
live again. Don
carried on the new image of the girl next door with the pony tails despite her
frame.
“Damn it hurts.” Don limped to her
car and then contemplated the action to take. There was a lockdown and the cops
are jittery on nights like this. If she was stopped, the cops may even pull her
for a felony on her past or worse if they knew of the shootout, she will be dead
within the hour. That one was confirmed when they traced her gun to the officer
she killed then.
No one likes a cop killer.
Don reached for the phone. The
clock was 2211hrs. She has a number he can call. No one answered and it was to
leave a message. She did that.
“Hotel California, I am Don 54.”
That was his code name. “I am coming in. GSW to the left thigh. ETA ten
minutes.”
There was a pause and then the automatic
reply came through.
“Ten-Four, Don 54. We are ready for
you.” The machine replied.
Don had been there before. It was a
mob friend she had picked up at the street. The other had a shootout at some
streets away and called Don. She was nearby and being the good Samaritan, she
picked up the guy. He told her of the Hotel and took him there. It was her
introduction to the place and she joined in with the annual subscription. They also
told her the hotel have a morgue and mini crematorium in the basement.
“They will cremate you after you
die. No ID’s needed. No sent off but a simple burn off.” Don liked it that way.
It was like when you died in action, and your body not recovered, all they
could do was a letter to who you have waiting but not Don. She was a single and
had no one. Her money was in her safety box or with her girlfriends.
Don arrived at the hotel and saw
the lineup of cars. She stopped the car and stepped off. She limped to the
entrance and saw the two guys standing by the Ford Expedition with the damaged
fender.
“Quiet night?” Don smiled at them. “I
won’t bitch on it. What is the time?”
“2300hrs. It’s always at this hour,
I was told. Are you going in?” It was Glenn who asked when he saw the limp.
“The lobby may be crowded.”
Don gave him the middle right
finger. She then proceeded on from there. Once she reached the entrance, the two
sentries were there.
“I am going in.” Done told them,
“Not today, sister. The Hotel is
fully booked.” It was then the doors opened and the nurse appeared with the
wheel chair.
“Take a seat.” Don was told. She
did as she was told and was carted in. The nurse looked at the two sentries.
“Don’t ever get in my way.”
Don first sight was the armed men
with automatic rifles. She wanted to reach for her own gun but held back guard.
She knew that if she does that, she will be dead with more than the holes she
has. The nurse appeared then.
“Hey, Nurse. Who is the bitch? And
where is my father?” It was Danny who approached the nurse. They met before the
elevator.
“Wait for the doctor’s call.” The nurse
told Danny.
“That is my father in there. Tell
me or I will go up there myself.” Danny threatened. The nurse just ignored him
and pushed the patient into the elevator. The elevator doors closed and Danny
was left standing there.
Danny knew the rules.
No one disturb the doctor.
No one will harm the doctor.
No one tell the doctor what to do.
Those were the doctor’s rules.
So
were the songs he liked to be played at the treatment room. He had a section of
lyrics at the lobby. The door does not have a chime. When the chime is pressed
it will play this song.
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here
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