|Two's Company (standard:action, 7290 words)|
|Author: Goodsharkey||Added: Aug 28 2003||Views/Reads: 2218/1304||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A heist, a long road and a lot of money...|
The desert stretched out for miles all around, disappearing into the hazy line dividing land and sky. All was silent. The heat was intense, even sound waves were too hot and tired to travel. The only thing moving was the dark blue Mustang making it's way along the long winding road. Although technically it was a dark blue Mustang, it was covered in a thick layer of sand and dirt giving it almost the chameleon like property of disappearing into the surrounding desert. The dust thrown up by the wheels settled quickly without any wind to keep it airborne, and no sooner had the car passed than it gave the impression of never having been there. Inside sat Jake. He sat back in the front passenger seat, his feet sticking out of the open window. His baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. He wasn't sleeping; he just didn't want to have to talk to Cooper. Straining, even with his shades, to see in the blinding sun, Cooper was driving. His arm dangling lazily through the window. His leg was aching. He wished he had cruise control. There was nothing worse than these endless roads for bringing on leg cramps. He looked across at Jake, who seemed to have fallen asleep. How he could sleep in this intense heat, Cooper didn't know. "Jake! You awake?" Jake didn't respond. "This heat is a bitch ain't it?" "You said it." mumbled Jake, trying not to sound too interested. "So." Continued Cooper, "What you gonna spend your half on?" Jake didn't answer. "Jake!" Cooper slapped his shoulder. "God damn it Coop!" Jake swung his legs back in to the car and pushed his cap up from his eyes. "I said, what ya gonna spend the money on?" continued Cooper. "A car with air conditioning...... I don't know. Lots of things." "I'm gettin' a boat. A big boat. Then I'll never have to eat sand again." Jake looked out of the window. Desert, all the way off to the distant mountains. He reached over to the back seat and grabbed a metal flask. As he unscrewed the lid it hissed as a small amount of steam escaped from inside. He took a swig and flinched. "Jesus, this water's hot! Couldn't you have bought a proper flask?" "It's metal Jake, I thought it'd reflect the heat." "It doesn't work like that you prick. It has to be a vacuum flask. You may as well have bought a fucking kettle!" He closed the canister and threw it onto the back seat. It landed on top of a large canvas bag. Jake looked down at the bag, then slowly he looked up at Cooper. He hated Cooper. Cooper was stupid, and yet he had a large head. A ridiculously large head. Even taking into consideration the fact that his head was no doubt swollen in this heat, it was still incredibly large. "Can't be long 'til that last road block." Said Cooper looking up the long endless road ahead of them. "Yeah. Not long now." Cooper watched Jake from the corner of his eye. He didn't like Jake. Jake was way too smart. It was like he was always thinking, always calculating. He had a bad feeling about this partnership they'd started. However Jake was very good at organising and they wouldn't be here without him. He'd organised the ins and outs of the heist, got the guns and sorted the cars. They'd used one for the get away and then swapped to the Mustang they were in now. All Cooper had done was be at the back door at the right time. However, he had an uneasy feeling about Jake. As if he was planning something else. Cooper was planning something else. His mind was ticking over, working out just how he was going to get rid of his partner. The desert could hide a lot of things, he thought, looking out over the barren landscape around them. His thoughts were interrupted. "When we reach the road block, we do same as last time yeah?" asked Jake. "Sure." "Only this time, you get in the trunk." "Sure, sure." Jake looked across at Cooper's big head. He was stupid and yet he'd been working at the bank for three years and so was above suspicion. Jake had needed an inside man for the heist to work. After the job had been pulled, they had made their escape in a stolen pick up truck, changing to the Mustang when they'd reached the edge of town. Jake lifted his cap from his head and ran his fingers through his hair. It was damp and untidy. The heat had made it stick to his forehead. He leaned towards the open window and let the air blow through it. It was warm air but it felt good. He wiped the dirt from the side mirror and looked at his reflection. He looked a mess. He hadn't shaved for three days and his stubble was thick. He removed his shades to reveal his dark eyes. He hadn't slept properly for so long and his legs felt cramped. Cooper continued to observe him. Soon they'd be at the last roadblock and, as they'd agreed, it would be his turn to hide in the trunk. Jake had decided that as the cops would be looking for two men, if one of them hid then hopefully they'd be able to pass by without being stopped. At Click here to read the rest of this story (512 more lines)
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