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Show Night Keys/11 strap over his head and put his cap on. Dollar rose and loomed over the desk. "Don't be getting yourself in trouble now." Harris stood with his feet apart, adjusted his billyclub and levelled his finger at Dollar. "If the lieutenant comes out here checking up and sees that whiskey, we're both in trouble." Dollar wasn't impressed. "I'm going to get that little bit of cable because it belongs to me, understand?" His voice was soft but threatening. "Ain't no need of you worrying about it." Harris pushed the door open. "Come here, man." Papers scattered and something crashed onto the floor as Dollar started around. Harris cut through the personnel gate and clanged the hasp down and had the lock hooked through and snapped by the time Dollar hit the chain link. "What are you going to do with that stick, boy? I'll take that stick away and whip you." "Says you." Harris bolstered the billyclub and started up the drive. With both gates locked Dollar could get out through the parking lot or stay in the guardhouse but could not get intdj the grounds or the plant. Not with an eight foot outer fence topped with barbed wire. "I'll whop you so hard it'll, put your heart out," Dollar called. Harris continued (towards the shipping bay. "Where you going? You can't go nowhere. I'll be here. You hear?" |