Posted by gunsmoke on January 12, 1999 at 15:07:12:
Her name was Julie "the Jewel". In 1930 Chicago, she was the best hitwoman (or man) in town. Everyone wanted her to work for them and she did. The only person she truly worked for was herself.
She had been driving to get down the woods by the lake.
She called the area "Mobster Green" because so many mobsters were ferterlizing the area. Most put there by her.
She had a couple of small time operators in the back. They were Bill and Bob. They had done some little thing that pissed off Big Al.
Now Big Al wouldn't usually waste any time on these two, let alone send a top torpedo like "the Jewel" but times were tough. He just got out of prison on that gun beef, the Feds were after him for taxes and every guy with a bathtub was trying to get a piece of his action. SO to set an example, he got the Jewel.
The Jewel finally arrived at her spot.
The Jewel got out of the car to stretch.
Nice night she thought as she lit a cigarette.
She wanted to be ready. She was dressed smartly in a black pinstripe 3 piece suit. A white shirt and black tie completed her outfit. She wore flat shoes because she didn't want to be caught in the mud with heels.
She took out her snub nosed .38 from the shoulder holster from under her jacket. She also took out a switchblade and brought out the blade.
She opened the back door. Bill and Bob were tied up, gagged and blindfolded. She didn't want any trouble from these two. And she hated to listen to begging on such a long ride.
She reached in and quickly slit their wrist ropes and stepped back a few feet from the car.
Both men tore off their blindfolds and gags and tried to observe their situation.
They were screwed.
They both saw the Jewel.
"Hey wait your making a big mistake" Bob tried to explain.
"Shut up" snapped the Jewel.
"You both know why your here. You both know who sent me and you both know I could care less if you live or die. This is business" explained the Jewel coldly.
"You see those shovels in the back of the car" asked the Jewel.
Both men nodded.
"Grab one each and come with me" she continued.
Both men looked at each other confused.
"What the hell's going on" asked Bill.
"We're digging for buried treasure" laughed the Jewel.
Jewel pointed her gun at them and motioned the pair to two tress about ten yards away.
Each man stood in front of a tree.
"Now dig" she said as she lit a cigarette.
Both men again looked at each other. What the hell at least they were both still alive and they began to dig.
An hour and a half and 8 Lucky Strike cigarettes later, the Jewel said to stop.
The holes were about 4 ft deep and 7 feet long.
Bill suddenly realized they weren't trying to get something from the hole but put something in it, themselves.
"Hey wait we can make a deal" begged Bill.
"Yeah we'll disappear and you can say you hit us" contined Bob.
"Sorry boys, I have a code I live by. You know why they call me the Jewel" she asked them.
Both men assumed it was because she was so beautful. Hell that's how she got them. She looked so beautiful in that speakeasy. When she suggested that both men take her home, they practically fell over each other trying to escort her. Too bad, as they were fightig to open the car door for her, she came beind them with a blackjack.
"They call me the Jewel cause I'm valuble. They can count on me" she said proudly.
Both men dropped their shovels. Thinking about any chance to escape.
The Jewel knew what they were doing. Hell this was far from her first time doing this.
She took out a pair of handcuffs and a quarter.
"Heads or tails" se asked Bob as she tossed the coin in the air.
"Er..eh..heads" stammered Bob.
The Jewel caught the coin and looked.
"Tails you lose. Put these on" she said as she tossed the cuffs to Bill.
Bill put them on and Bob backed up to the tree scared. The Jewel walked to the car, keeping an eye on the pair the whole time.
It was dawn the sun had just come up.
Damn up all night she thought to herself.
From the car's front seat she brought out George.
George was her Thompson sub machine gun. Her only companion. George didn't leave or not call in the morning and always backed her up.
As she walked back, she pulled back on the machine gun's bolt priming the gun.
She got backed and aimed at Bob.
"come on please, we can work this out. I mean don't I get a last request of something" pleaded Bob.
"I'll give you a last cigarette" said the Jewel annoyed.
She always hated this part. Everybody begged at the end.
She took ot two cigarette and lit them. She handed one to Bob. She turned to Bill to see him standing quietly against the tree. Taking in a preview of hs own fate.
She took a couple of steps back.
"Hey wait. I'm not done my cigarette" explained Bob.
"Hell I didn't say you could smoke the whole thing" she answered as she let loose a short bust from the Tommy gun.
Six slugs tore into Bob's belly.
"AHHHHH ya got me" rasped Bob as he leaned into the tree trying to hold himself up.
She let loose another short burst and 5 more slugs tore into his belly.
Bob fell forward into the hole.
She walked over to see if he was dead. She looked in to see Bob laying on hs back looking at her.
"Ahhhhh I'm going...everythings getting black...ahhhh I'm going" rasped Bob again.
"So go already" snapped the Jewel as she let loose a longer blast from the Tommy gun.
Twenty five slugs ore into Bob's belly and chest. And he danced as every bullet hit.
When she was done she could see he was dead.
Her attention now turned toward Bill.
"No wait please" he said.
"Cover him up" she ordered as she leaned against a tree and lit a cigarette.
Bill did as he was told. He was to scared to show any emotion for his childhood friend now being covered by dirt.
Bill finished pretty quickly. He didn't know why. It's what was keeping him alive. Nerves probably.
"Ready for your cigarette" she asked.
"Yeah" Bill said meekly.
The Jewel was tired. She'd been up all night and didn't want to give up her edge.
"Put these back on" she ordered him handing him the cuffs.
He did as he was told as she got out her cigarettes. Only one left. She smoked too much she told herself. Oh well we'll share it. She lit it and held it out for Bill to take a drag, which he did.
Maybe it was fatigue but she thought he looked pretty cute. From nowhere, she leaned over and kissed him hard. He kissed back. Their tongues met and wrestled in their mouths. She was excited and noticed a bulge in his pants rubbing up against her.
Reality set in. What the hell was she doing. Was she going to loose everything and run off with this guy? Was she crazy? She knew Big Al would send someone else only now after them. And what about George, her only true friend.
She pushed him away and slapped him. He fell against the tree. She held the Tommy gun up and emptied it into him.
The bullets tore into his chest and belly.
Bill fell forward into the hole.
She did the math and realized she only hit him with 14 bullets. Usually that was enough but that damn Bob guy just wouldn't die.
She walked over to the hole and took out her .38. She fired once into his head and knew he was dead.
She looked into the hole for a moment and thought. She dropped the cigarette in the hole and took off her jacket. She leaned George against the tree. She picked up the shovel and began to fill in Bill's hole.
She'd have to make this up to George somehow. Maybe a nice oiling, she thought as she shoveled.
I hope you liked it. Again let me know. If there was something you liked or didn't let m know and I will change it for the next time.
So till later, take care and hope to hear from you soon.
Bob