The man slammed on the brakes when he saw a huge bulge crossed on the road. Despite the dark, no moon, noted that it was the trunk of a fallen tree. "Somebody put it there, fuck" was said, and deftly maneuvered to violent braking did not lose control. He did not put the high beams when he sensed a ghostly image of the window of his left side. Although he had shown good reflexes, as the vehicle stopped suddenly was hit and felt the cold tap in the temple.
- Get down and pirá old, give, get or get burned, get down Get down!
The boy tried to control his shivering right hand holding a short 32 pointing at the head of the motorist.
car stereo female voice emanating from a cheesy singing a tune: "If you're not here, I do not know / what am I doing loving you." The smell of burning from the friction of the tire on the asphalt permeated the whole scene.
"Easy boy, now I give you everything, now I'm low, but do not be fooled, do not do shit, you know?
The avenue was deserted, as usual at two in the morning. The lantern that corner was broken. The man tried to see the boy's face, but could not. The minimum clear orange glow coming from the interior lights of the car (the board, the music player, the light that is activated when the man opened the door but not down), and the two beams projected headlamps, such as lightning splitting the white half black night.
"I hope you turn off the Low Jack boy, param. "The man tried to gain time, sought to reverse the unequal battle waged against the barrel of the gun and the nervous finger on the trigger.
"Do not make me no, eh! Turns and runs that shit, let's go! "The Young was now somewhat embarrassed, never before were stealing someone had offered off the alarm.
Meanwhile, the music was still covering the gaps in the choppy dialogue: "I will pour my dreams / you some day if I have."
- Who laburos you, kid? I really know all, eh, do not you know me? How laburos Hardy? "Looking to control the situation, the man sharpened the view and pan the scene. In the corner where the lights came weak service station a block later identified a high-powered motorbike that he thought he recognized. From there, with both hands on the handlebars, a large person overseeing the work of the young offender.
- Is the Skinny on the bike? Flaco! I, Flaquito!
The thief, angry and confused, fast screamed, almost intelligible
- I recognized idiot! I put it! I put and rajamos!
"You do not put anyone, fool. I left there. "Said the motorcycle in the distance, and asked," Saldivar?
"Sure, Dude, me, brother. If even you were looking for! Look how I come to find ...
Just then the bike went to the scene. The boy ran to the side of a gentle push, he shook hands with the man who was being assaulted and smiled.
dear, "said the self-, look at what got you quilombo if you do not recognize, uh ... who is this kid? To control, tell ...
"Everything's fine, nothing happens. How's it going?
- Look, on that I wanted to talk ... Let's do so. Shell followed to the other corner, we take something and then tell you.
The big man who was nicknamed "Flaco" rose to the bike. The kindled, waited Saldivar's car boot, and left behind.
The boy of 32 was alone in the corner. He hid the gun in his back held by the belt and adjusted his loose shirt outside the trousers, hiding the bulge. He walked away in the opposite direction taking the car of their victim and his friend's bike. The stereo finished fray in the air: "Walking in a sky without stars / trying to figure out who was / is a hell to Paradise." He walked down the left lane right next to the wall, where light from other lamps lit street itself came with less intensity.
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