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Vacancy

Kyle J Cisco

     Red light illuminated the parking lot of the motel. Jessie let out a sigh as she grabbed her Glock 19 and attached the silencer. She tucked the gun into the back of her pants. 113-B the numbers on the door were slanted and the paint of the green door was dotted with red where the paint had peeled. The door creaked opened, she walked in taking note of the man on the patio outside, as well as the doorman.
    “The boss is waitin outside for ya,” the doorman said.
    She walked to the patio taking in the details of the room as she passed through. The sink dribbled water one drop at a time. Every other cabinet had been left open. The room smelled of bleach.
    “So you have the art?” the boss said.
    “Where is my daughter? she said.
    “In time. First the art, then we can discuss your daughter.”
    The boss placed his hands together as if he were praying, revealing his golden pinky ring and Rolex watch. She shifted in her chair. The gun made sitting difficult.
    “The art is in the trunk of my car. Now please give my daughter back to me,” she said.
    “Good, now we are getting somewhere.” The boss waved to the other man. “Billy, take the agent’s keys and get the art. Then bring the girl in.”
    She handed her keys to the man. He headed out the door. Once the door creaked closed she pulled the gun.
    “Now listen to me, grease ball, me and my daughter are getting out of here alive.”
    “Jessie, Jessie, you know that was never an option,” he said. “No one crosses Victor Gilanto, and lives.”
    Sirens pierced the silence as Jessie stood from the table, and grabbed the cuffs from her back pocket. The man tried to flip the table but it was too late. A shot sounded in the room as the door collapsed and hit the floor.
    “FBI, nobody move.”
    “Federal agent don’t shoot!” Jessie said, raising her hands.
    The body of Victor Gilanto lay still on the floor a gun in his hand and blood formed a circle around the body.
    “Good work, Jessie. We have your daughter, and the henchman Billy is in custody.”
    “Did you get a chance to tell him he had been played before he died?”
    “No, but I think he got the hint with the sirens.”
    As Jessie headed outside the motel room where cops hurried about to cordon off the area. Two cops came out with handfuls of drugs and guns from inside the room. This was to be one of the biggest busts of the year.
    “Mommy!” said a voice from across the parking lot.
    Jessie looked to her little girl as she sprinted toward her. Once she saw her little girl a smile crossed her face from ear to ear, as she ran to meet her with open arms.
    “I am so sorry baby are you ok?”
    “Did you get the bad man, Mommy?”
    “Yes, baby, I did. Now let’s go home.”
    Lights of blue and red danced along the front of the motel. Boots pattered on the blacktop of the parking lot as the swat team gathered the remaining drugs and guns from the room. The vacancy sign out front of the motel flickered red as the red neon No disappeared leaving only the word Vacancy on the sign.



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