WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! Skippy head butted the glass window of Pemberton’s Hardware store until the tiniest crack formed and a slow but steady trickle of water poured onto the floor.
“That’ll never hold,” Sharon said.
Cole pounded his thumb down on the detonator button, yet the alligator remained intact. “Damn this thing!”
The great hunter looked around the store, putting his mind to work on what could be used to extricate everyone from this dismal state. He saw a canoe.
“Rusty, Burt! Get that upstairs now!”
“Sure thing, boss,” Rusty said.
“We’re on it,” Burt added.
“Sharon,” Cole said. “Get Maude upstairs.”
“Cole,” Sharon said. “What are you..”
WHAM! Skippy was getting angrier and that crack was getting bigger. More water trickled in.
“No time to explain!”
Sharon nodded and put her arm around Maude, nudging her toward a stairwell located behind the counter. Maude shook Sharon’s arm off. “Unhand me, woman! I’m fine.”
Cole checked the chamber of his Angry Barracuda. One bullet left. He would need to make it count. He grabbed a menacing looking chainsaw with an extra long blade, then searched the store frantically until he found a gas can behind the counter. He used it to fill up the chainsaw, then grabbed a piece of rope.
SMASH! The store window was obliterated, and shards of glass sprayed all over as water gushed in, flooding the entire bottom floor. Cole narrowly escaped being swept away as he headed upstairs.
Skippy swam inside and looked around for his target. He’d grown a visceral hatred of Cole and wanted him dead. Seeing his opponent nowhere, he roared out of sheer frustration, then waddled upstairs.