"What made you think you could get away with that bullshit-" Artcher commented, accenting his speech with a slight tap to the wound they had so poorly bandaged. The Wretch squirmed and hissed.
"Theres no where else, you would have done the same, everyones on guard." The Wretch coughed it out. He seemed to get confused or lost in his own sentence. By the end he was already unsure of what he was asked. The French team had come back and were hopping up onto the porch where we stood.
"You caught him!" The bearded leader smiled. The two younger ones looked on to the tied up Wretch and smiled in unison. " I didn't think Corperates had the legs for such a run!" They all laughed in unison. They gave us shit, we gave them shit. It didn't mean much.
"Hes talkin' nonsense" I said turning away to grab the bottle off the table. I took a hit. I extended the bottle to their leader. The bearded Blush we had called him behind his back, since had taken to drinking the lighter more feminine wine selection in our cellar. He took the bottle of what was some bitting and nearly black liquid compared to wine and handed it to his boys. "It unsettles the stomach you see" He said and tipped his head in thanks.
Still smiling, he turned his head and simultaneously drew the pistol from his hip and trained it on the Wretch. "He his rabid, like a dog. There are ticks here carrying this. Ive seen it. Happened to many of our group- our old group" He paused and realized something. " He wont tell us anything. Ill shoot him."
"Hey hey We don't have to-" I started in but was interrupted by tap of Capt. Blush's hammer. The Wretch flew back, propelled by the jet of blood exiting his chest where the bullet entered. He shook twice and it was over. "What the fuck."
"What we keep him and he eats our food, maybe slashes our throats away when we are sleeping. Or no wait, we let him go ? and he starves and goes mad in the jungle, sick with no aid? His mind has been rotted by disease. I saved him as much as myself and the rest of you"
"This is the kind of action that requires a discussion amongst the group godamnit" Anna proclaimed stepping forward into the face of Capt. Blush, Demanding an answer with her stare.
"I'd have to agree" I said taking the bottle back from one of the boys. Artcher was nodding.
"It would have been unanimous. I saved us time!" Blush said and laughed. He dismissed the anger Anna had directed at him and in french ordered the boys to pick up the body. He said something also that made them laugh. I have no clue what it was.
"No damnit this is not how were going to do thing" Anna continued, following Blush and his boys off the deck and toward the tree line. Blush strode alongside his boys who carried the body, one on either end, and continued dismissing Anna's objections untill they were out of earshot.
"Whats with Frenchie's fancy new attidude?" Artcher said standing up rifle in hand. He was feeling defensive and it could all be read in his posture.
"He's got 2 guys on his side now, Neither one of em' shittin' their pants anymore. Plus he's a leader. Taught or born. " I was looking off toward where they had gone into the trees. " Fuckin power trip."
"Godamn I really don't want to deal with any power-trip bullshit." Artcher said. "Theres always gotta be someone gettin' on this Power-trip bullshit man. Fuckin boyscouts, leave it to the french fuckin' boyscout to save our asses. Yeah right!" He was pissed. He got pissed alot.
"He was probably right about the rabbies thing. Ive seen it in a dog but never in a person. Simmilar. Creepy." I thought out loud. " Still, that was too bold a move. Least Anna's givin' em a talking to."
We were quiet until we heard Anna's sharp bark...
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