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Wolf in the Hens House
#WritcoStoryPrompt7
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling it's contents all over the sidewalk. Chason rushed ahead to help her stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse.
Instead he watched as the man to her left turned and looked at her, scowling. Chason noticed he was wearing an earpiece in his right ear, indicating he wasn't alone and he was probably involved in some sort of operation.
Were the two of them working together? Probably not. Judging by the look in the man's eyes he was maybe surveillancing the older woman; but why?
Chason decided to play it safe and pretended to not notice the suspicious looking man. He continued forward to help the old woman who was now kneeling next to her purse shuffling the contents back into the bag.
"Hello ma'am," said Chason, extending his hand. "Let me help you up."
The woman seemed a bit shaken and untrusting of Chasons help, but she excepted his hand and said, "Thank you."
Chason spoke very softly and deliberatly in the woman's ear as he helped pull her to her feet, "There's a man to your left I think is watching you, do not look! are you ok, Do you need help? Blink twice for yes, I do not want to tip anyone off."
The woman spoke aloud nervously, looking me in my eyes and blinking twice, "Could you walk me to the bank, please, Mr?
Chason wondered to himself what he might be getting himself into. Why was she being surveilled and what was she bringing a gun to the bank for? Is it possible the surveillance isn't surveillance at all, but a lookout?
The bank was only at the corner of the next block away, and before he could stop his mouth from saying yes, the word slipped out. Chason now regretted his eagerness to help this strange old woman.
As they began walking toward the bank, Chason noticed there were more men who seemed to be watching. Two men were walking behind them keeping a dilliberate distance of maybe 20 feet. Not too far back to not be able to react and reach the old woman if by chance something were to go wrong.
Across the street there were also two men who seemed very interested in what the old woman was up to. All of the men had ear pieces in their right ears, and all had the gait of military personnel. The whole situation made Chason uneasy.
When they reached the bank Chason made an attempt at getting away from the situation. As he opened the door and held it open for the woman he smiled and started to say, "Have a wonderful day Ms..." but she interrupted.
In a hushed but stern tone she said, "Please don't make any attempt to walk away, they will not allow you to get away Mr. Chason. I am sorry, but I'll explain everything when we get inside."
Chason was perplexed. How the hell did this woman know who he was?
Hesitantly, Chason followed the woman inside the bank.
( stay tuned for chapter 2 )
Hello readers. I thank everyone who reads my material and I hope I am able to keep my readers interested. I love to write and especially like to hear from my readers. please don't be afraid to give me constructive criticism, for it will only help me to be a better writer and hopefully with time become the best form of myself I can be. If anyone reading has suggestions of how I can make my writing better and more importantly make my stories come to life, please, don't hesitate to let me know. I am looking forward to your insight. Thank You
© Kinga77
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling it's contents all over the sidewalk. Chason rushed ahead to help her stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse.
Instead he watched as the man to her left turned and looked at her, scowling. Chason noticed he was wearing an earpiece in his right ear, indicating he wasn't alone and he was probably involved in some sort of operation.
Were the two of them working together? Probably not. Judging by the look in the man's eyes he was maybe surveillancing the older woman; but why?
Chason decided to play it safe and pretended to not notice the suspicious looking man. He continued forward to help the old woman who was now kneeling next to her purse shuffling the contents back into the bag.
"Hello ma'am," said Chason, extending his hand. "Let me help you up."
The woman seemed a bit shaken and untrusting of Chasons help, but she excepted his hand and said, "Thank you."
Chason spoke very softly and deliberatly in the woman's ear as he helped pull her to her feet, "There's a man to your left I think is watching you, do not look! are you ok, Do you need help? Blink twice for yes, I do not want to tip anyone off."
The woman spoke aloud nervously, looking me in my eyes and blinking twice, "Could you walk me to the bank, please, Mr?
Chason wondered to himself what he might be getting himself into. Why was she being surveilled and what was she bringing a gun to the bank for? Is it possible the surveillance isn't surveillance at all, but a lookout?
The bank was only at the corner of the next block away, and before he could stop his mouth from saying yes, the word slipped out. Chason now regretted his eagerness to help this strange old woman.
As they began walking toward the bank, Chason noticed there were more men who seemed to be watching. Two men were walking behind them keeping a dilliberate distance of maybe 20 feet. Not too far back to not be able to react and reach the old woman if by chance something were to go wrong.
Across the street there were also two men who seemed very interested in what the old woman was up to. All of the men had ear pieces in their right ears, and all had the gait of military personnel. The whole situation made Chason uneasy.
When they reached the bank Chason made an attempt at getting away from the situation. As he opened the door and held it open for the woman he smiled and started to say, "Have a wonderful day Ms..." but she interrupted.
In a hushed but stern tone she said, "Please don't make any attempt to walk away, they will not allow you to get away Mr. Chason. I am sorry, but I'll explain everything when we get inside."
Chason was perplexed. How the hell did this woman know who he was?
Hesitantly, Chason followed the woman inside the bank.
( stay tuned for chapter 2 )
Hello readers. I thank everyone who reads my material and I hope I am able to keep my readers interested. I love to write and especially like to hear from my readers. please don't be afraid to give me constructive criticism, for it will only help me to be a better writer and hopefully with time become the best form of myself I can be. If anyone reading has suggestions of how I can make my writing better and more importantly make my stories come to life, please, don't hesitate to let me know. I am looking forward to your insight. Thank You
© Kinga77
