Chapter 57 Last Rites (2/2)

”Yeah, it's with a girl from school. We just happen to be going somewhere together.” Laz didn't really want to explain to begin with, and seeing how happy the old man was, he wanted to talk about it even less.

”Well in that case, it's already been gassed up. Have a good time tomorrow.”

”Keys are in the ignition,” Bill added on.

”Thanks again.” As Laz walked over to the bigger and much more powerful bike, he couldn't help but get excited about it. Of course, it almost seemed like things were a bit too easy.

”Laz...” Bill's voice trailed off while he was frowning and wanting to ask a question.

”Yes Grandpa Bill?” Although Laz normally just referred to the old man who once chased him around while shooting at him, he was in a good mood today and so was a bit more respectful.

”Why do you have a gun stuffed in your pants?” Bill asked while making a weird face.

”Uh, cause it hurts to stuff it in my shoe?” Laz tried to act calm towards the question, but it came out sounding like something else entirely.

”Your date requires you to carry a gun?”

”It's for protection. You never know.”

”Little Laz, there are many different types of protection that one can bring on a date, but I don't think a date where a gun is needed sounds like my type of fun.”

”Besides, what the hell kind of cheap piece of garbage is that?” Bill seemed like he could see what was stuffed in the back of Laz's pants. Of course, he could only make out the outline of it.

”It's a 9mm.”

”Did you buy if off some sort of low life dealer?”

”Kinda stole it actually...”

The two old men looked at each other and starting laughing.

”That's my grandson.” Grandpa Crowe said with a smile.

”Way to be kid. But honestly, that cheap piece of garbage is only good for scaring people at most. It would only kill someone if you got lucky and shot them in the eye or something,” Bill added on, walking away.

He made his way into the house. It wasn't long before the sound of stuff being thrown around and other things breaking was heard.

Laz just exchanged a glance with his grandpa before sitting down next to him and grabbing a soda from the small cooler on the porch next to the seat.

Both young and old man sat there while enjoying the evening, listening to the sounds of Bill wreck his place behind them.

”AH, FOUND IT!!!” Bill yelled out, making Laz jump a bit while Grandpa Crowe just smiled.

The old man looked a little disheveled as he reappear in the doorway. Walking over, he reached his hand out and curled his fingers a few times, asking for Laz's gun.

Laz took it out and handed it to him. Bill took the gun, popped the clip out and ejected the round from the chamber before tossing the gun into a scrap metal box.

”Here, try this.” Bill passed a holster over to Laz that held a gun that was far bigger than the one he had before.

”What the hell is this?” Laz drew the gun out of the holster and drew it close to look at it. The gun looked brand new and weighed quite a bit. He saw the words ”Last Rites” etched on the barrel.

”Last Rites?” Laz asked while looking at Bill.

”You know, the old 9 mm would be nothing more than a stick in your hand. Now matter how much you wave the stick around and hit someone with it, it's still a stick. But this? This is like a sword. It's meant for only one thing, taking lives. This should be the last thing someone sees before meeting their maker. So remember that as well. You only pull this out when you mean to kill. Once it gets to that point, don't miss.”

Bill reached over and grabbed the gun from Laz's hand before aiming it out hay bail with a target on it. Using both hands, Bill took aim before pulling the trigger. The first thing Laz noticed was the gun cranked wildly in Bill's hands while a loud Bang echoed out into the sky. The next thing Laz noticed was the hay bail practically exploding and knocking backwards after getting hit.

”Holy shit.”

”That's why it's called ”Last Rites.” My own little modified Desert Eagle. It takes a .50 caliber bullet and the kick is wild, but considering your arm strength, you should do just fine with it. Bill handed the gun back to Laz while sitting down again. He passed over a few more preloaded clips as well.

”These fit right into the holster so make sure you practice changing them out.”

”Thanks Grandpa Bill,” Laz said, truly touched.

”Of course. Now though for the most important thing.” Bill said with a bit of a smile.

”Something else?” Laz asked while his eyes were shinning. He could have used his sense perception to figure out all these things in advance, but Laz kind of felt like doing that with family was rather rude.

”Yeah. The gun was easy to find. This took quite a while. Now remember Laz, you are still young and haven't gotten around a lot. But let me tell you something. You got to be careful out there. There is danger everywhere you look, no one will ever be honest with you, and more often than not, they will pass their problem on to you without ever saying a word. That's why, no matter how much you hate it, you have to have protection,” Bill explained with the most serious look Laz had ever seen.

'What is he going to give me next, body armor?' Laz couldn't help but wonder while Bill reached around behind him.

In one drastic movement, Bill set a box on the table while both old men sighed a bit.

”These have saved my life more times than I can count,” Bill muttered.

”Same here,” Grandpa Crowe agreed.

Looking at the box, Laz realized that it was a box of condoms.