Entry 1
With the transcription of pen and ink to pixels complete, and two scenes edited so far, I wanted to give everyone a taste of what to expect from TR 893, more commonly referred to as Thomas Overholt. The second story in a series of six, the Green Coyote continues the saga where Victor Briggs left off.
What follows is an excerpt from the first scene. To set the scene: It is the present day, on a train headed north from the border toward California. Overholt and Teresa Aberdeen (a Lady J) are in the process of locating a shipment of cocaine when Tom stumbles upon the bodies of Amtrak guards stripped of their uniforms. He has Teresa call in the bodies to the authorities on the train, and has made his way onto the roof to avoid the legitimate guards. To his surprise, the imposters also took to the roof, but they are unaware that he is making his way toward them...
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"Hold on a second." Tom pulled out one of his peacemakers, taking careful aim at the center
guard. The hammer cocked back, rotating
a new round to the barrel. He squeezed
the trigger.
*‘No!’* Tom’s bullet went wild, slapping the train
roof between the man’s legs. *‘Was
that a gunshot?’*
“I told you to hold on a second!” The three men returned fire, peppering the
metal around him. He took a second shot
dropping one of them, before slithering to the gap behind him. Safely behind cover he turned his attention
back to the Lady J. “Thanks for that,
now they know where I am.”
*‘If it
makes you feel any better, I think I found the drugs.’* Tom ducked as another storm of lead passed
over his hiding spot.
“Not
really, but I’ll manage.” He lifted
himself up only to drop again, forced to keep down as more bullets came his
way. “Fuck this!” Tom slid the door to the car open and walked
inside brandishing his pistols. The
passengers screamed at his sudden arrival amid a gunfight. “This ain’t no stick up, and I ain’t no
terrorist. I’m in the middle of stopping
a cartel from shipping a hell of a lot of coke north. Now if you’d please move to the side of the
car, I gotta get up there to get these bastards.” They pressed themselves against the windows,
screaming as he ran past to the end of the car.
Tom opened
the door and glanced up in time to see one of the impostors kneel down at that
particular gap. Without a second thought
he shot the man, stepping aside as the lifeless body tumbled into the doorway. “That’s an Amtrak Guard! He’s killing the guards!” The hysterical woman clutched at her
children, squeezing them as Tom turned around.
“No ma’am,”
Tom’s talking skull only furthered the woman’s anxiety. “You see, him and his buddies are the ones
who killed the guards. I’m just killing
them for killing the guards.” She
screamed again. “It’s not like
that! I am doing a public service, like
taking out the trash and such.” The back
door of the car slid open, revealing a mass of legitimate Amtrak police. “Shit…”
Tom holstered his weapon, putting his hands in the air. “Hold your horses now boys,” he began to back
away, stepping over the body until he rested against the door.
“Freeze
scumbag!” Four guards had their pistols
aimed at the Reeferman while their superior addressed Tom.
“Listen, I’m
on your side.”
“I said
freeze mother fucker!”
“This just
isn’t gonna work for me,” Tom put his hands down. “I mean, you come in here guns drawn,
passengers are already freaking out, and you go and start cursing like
that. I mean seriously, what the
fuck. There’s no decency in the world
anymore.”
“Put your
hands up!”
“No.”
“Do it or
we’ll shoot!” Tom threw his hands up in
exacerbation.
“Car full
of people,” he turned around, “and this dumbass is gonna start shooting shit.” Tom flung the door open to everyone’s
surprise. “I’m out of here, there just
ain’t no manners anymore in this country.”
He slammed the door shut and disappeared from the porthole. No one moved until the car lurched, bringing
the Amtrak officers back to reality.
They rushed for the door, opening it to find that the Reeferman had
disconnected the cars. The head officer
stepped out onto the platform. As he
raised his gun to shoot Tom he heard the slide of a pistol smack shut. He looked up to see the last impostor aiming
down at him. A gun fired.
“Holy shit,”
the officer exhaled as the would-be assailant fell backward onto the roof. Looking ahead on the tracks, he could see Tom
spinning his peacemaker before sliding it into the holster.
“I
told you,” Tom yelled, “I’m on your side." =+=
Sadly, something happens to our operatives at the end of the scene that changes Overholt, sending him down the road of vengeance.
I must admit it is a relief to have the hardest part of the process behind me, and I look forward to bringing this Reeferman to life and to your eLibrary in the coming month or so. Until then, keep checking in for new posts and news.
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