“Well, do your best. Skeeve? Would you join me outside? I don’t think you’re going to want to see this.”
He was closer to being right than he knew. Even though I had been through some rough and tumble times during recent years, that didn’t mean I enjoyed it
even to watch.
The door was barely shut behind us when a series of thuds and crashes erupted inside. It was painful just to listen to, but it didn’t last long.
“I told them to take their time,” Shai-ster said, scowling at the silence. “Oh well, I guess …” The door opened, revealing one of the white team. “If you’ve got any more lessons out there, I suggest you send them in. These two didn’t teach us much at all.”
He shut the door again, but not before we caught a glimpse of the two bodyguards unconscious on the floor. Well, Guide was on the floor. Nunzio was kind of standing on his head in the corner.
“Tough little guys,” I remarked casually. “It must be the four arms. Think you could find work for them in the Mob?”
Shai-ster was visibly shaken, but he recovered quickly.
“So they want to play rough. Well, that’s fine by me.”
“You aren’t going in there alone, are you?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
He favored me with a withering glance.
“Not a chance.”
With that, he put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud blast. At least, that’s what it looked like. I didn’t hear a thing.
Before I could ask what he was doing, though, a thunder of footsteps announced the arrival of two dozen Mob reinforcements.
Neat trick. I guess the whistle had been too high for me to hear… or too low.