The group headed out in the downpour. The street was slick with rain. They could barely make out the town hall through the sheets that the wind blew into their faces. Just as Lucas predicted, the group was as wet as they could possibly get without taking a dive into the surf. They found a window on the east side of the stone building; there were actually a half-dozen to either side of the town hall, however they all felt that they were in a position where being discreet and innocuous was the order of things.
They broke a window toward the back—Lucas used the butt of his rifle, and after clearing glass away, the men helped the women climb through the window. They immediately followed thereafter.
Danni switched on one of the flashlights and the group found themselves in an office with legal books on the surrounding shelves, a mahogany desk dominated the back area of the office.
“Our best bet is to find the courtroom to hold up in.” Danni informed her friends. “It will keep us away from the windows, and if we close the doors, we won’t have to worry about using the light inside.”
“You do that.” Lucas said. “You go and find the courtroom. I’m going to wait here awhile and see if the bikers show up.”
The others left Lucas, and headed further into the building.
The women started to filter out into the hallway to make room for the men coming in through the window. A handful of the men didn’t look like they were going to fit through the window, and Lucas knew he definitely wouldn’t want to have to mess with them. They look like they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anybody, including a cop. And they each had a teardrop tattoo coming down from the eye of their choice.
Jonathan came back to show Lucas where the others were. Everyone followed his lead.
“I found some more guns and ammunition. Among other things this place must triple as a cop-shop. The firearms look like they haven’t been used in quite some time.”
“Nice to know,” Lucas replied off-handedly.
They all entered the courtroom, a relatively round chamber with no windows; the lights were dim at the moment, and likely to stay that way. Casting more shadows than usual, while a pall seemed to settle over the room.
Everyone gathered inside, trying to find a comfortable space. Some took up sitting in the row of chairs that filled the back of the courtroom. They kept their weapons close to them. If they were going to have any surprises they wanted to be ready for them. There was no telling in which direction the night would go. Their consensus was that they were all dealing with something exceedingly unnatural.
It was only a matter of time before the bikers got out their bottles and pipes. And soon the aroma of Mary Jane was filling the room.
Something to take the edge off. Lucas mused, remembering the bottle of rum that he had with him. He took it out, took a snort, offered it around to the rest of the group.
So this is how it is going to be. Waiting it out to see what happens. And getting stoned in the process. Why not? This situation is hardly conventional. It doesn’t abide by any rules. Doesn’t follow any set pattern.
And what would Towlie say in a situation like this?
“Don’t forget to bring a towel”… and “Wantta’ get high”…?
It would seem like Towlie had the right idea, even if he was South Park’s worse character; people still loved him. And he would certainly be welcomed in a situation like this. Only he would be too stoned to care. And maybe that was the idea. Because outside walked death. And it was in one’s best interest to avoid death as long as possible. But the death outside was unnatural Unreal. Unnamable. And it was out to take out everyone in the building if it could. Or worse. And the worse you really didn’t want to think about. .
Those that took up seats tried to make themselves comfortable. Some even closing their eyes, trying to get some rest, putting their legs up on the seats in front of them. It was going to be a long night. Lucas could think of many places that he would rather be. Then cooped up in a courthouse waiting for the ball to drop. This is not how vacations were supposed to go.
You weren’t supposed to be trapped in a town full of mutated cultists worshipping some deranged god.