The Convicted Son-In-law

Chapter 10- The Robbery

"I said everybody to the fucken ground right now!"

Nobody had seen it coming. The robbers had jumped at them with weapons drawn out and shouting orders for everybody to lie down. And everyone had their chest to the ground in just seconds, except for Monica and Tanya who were still astonished by the 'grocery payment' debacle. 

"Do you want to die?!" 

The robber waved the gun to the face of Tanya who had turned around when she heard the man shout again. "I said hit the fucken ground! This is a motherfucken stick-up b***h!"

Tanya hit the floor first, gobstruck, followed by Monica and a calm Barry. The manager had long been to the ground as her rattled eyes met Barry's. The robbers were three, one manned the entrance, and one pointed his gun at the cashier's to open the drawers; while the one shouting orders smiled at the site of people upholding his every order.

"Now, you! Where's your manager?" The robber roared pointing at the cashier. 

She panicked and couldn't see the manager from where she lay down.  

"I'll ask you all one more time. Where's the fucken manager?" His hoarse terrifying voice trembled the area. 

Barry watched the manager panick, terror in her eyes and shivering with fear that someone would expose her any second now.

"I know where the manager is," Barry said, raising his hand up from the ground. 

The manager nearly instantly peed on herself.

"You!" The robber said, pulling Barry up with one arm. The aggressive robber was indeed strong, he pushed Barry towards the aisle with one arm and said, "Move! Take me to the manager!" 

The manager's office was at the back of the store. Barry had noticed it while shopping earlier. He had already decided. These robbers had pointed a gun at his wife and that was unforgivable. Perhaps if they had robbed the store without involving him and his family.

Furthermore, these thugs were amateurs. They had initiated a robbery without doing prior planning and investigation, as they knew neither the manager's office or the manager's identity.

"Move!" The bastard pushed him harder. At the end of the isle Barry pointed to the office. 

"There's the office sir," Barry groaned. 

"Who asked you to stop? You know what turn the f**k around." The robber pointed his gun at Barry. His long shirt rolled back exposing a dragon tattoo.

Barry recognised this tattoo and for a second his mind raced back to the night he and the Jackson Five murdered four gangsters with the same tattoo. There was no mistake about it, members of the men who killed his female friend wore the same tattoo. Barry's anger rose like an adranalin rush. 

"I said turn the f**k around, you wanna die?!" The robber said agitated.

When Barry had turned around, the robber lifted his arm up in the sky and brought the gun down with force, aiming for the back of Barry's head. 

"What!" The robber exclaimed stunned. 

Barry had caught his hand before it connected with his head. With his full strength, Barry wrestled the gun by twisting the hand that possessed it. 

The robber squealed with pain and disbelief, his biceps were twice the size of this i***t but he dared try wrestle the gun from him? He increased his power on the hold emmensely.

A swift kick landed on his left leg, which stretched his knee to the ground. The second kick followed on his other leg, which brought the thug down on both his knees. Caught by surprise, his handle on the weapon weakened then Barry knocked him backwards with the gun.

The thug tumbled a few metres away and immediately he composed himself, he reached for the back of his heel and pulled out a 9mm. Immediately he began shooting while he lay back on the concrete floor. 

BANG! BANG!

*Screaming crowd.

Barry had hid back into the aisle. He reached for his 9mm and stepped out of the aisle to face the thug. 

BANG!

Just as the thug got on his feet, a bullet hit him precisely right in between his eyebrows. And he crashed to the floor like a bag of tomatoes, dead.

"Boss, what the f**k is going on back there!" The thugs panicked. The one who stood by the door had rushed to check. Only to see Barry standing with the pistol in his hand. With his gun raised, he started shooting at Barry. He missed twice when he saw his opponent raising his rifle.

BANG! 

The thug collapsed backwards crashing into a baked beans display that collapsed alongside him making a rattling sound. The baked beans tins spread out all over the floor. One in particular, made a distance and rolled over like a coin to only balance steadily as the third robber watched it in shock. He had seen his partner start shooting and couldn't believe his eyes when he got shot dead. For a few seconds he stood dumbstruck. When the tin balanced, there was utter silence, his reasoning returned. 

"f**k!" He screamed and tailed out the front door, sprinting for dear life. 

"Hurry!" Barry grabbed Tanya and Monica up, dragging them out of the store running. "The securities are shooting the robbers, run!" He lied. 

While the manager still lay on the floor with the rest of the civilians, she was flabbagasted when she saw Barry return for the trolleys of grocery and rushing out. 

"What?"