I pull the patio door open and run out first. I can feel Chas behind me, but next thing I hear is a gunshot and Chas yelling. Dropping the pillow slip on the dry grass, I turn around to find Chas limping a bit. I can see the owner of the house pointing his gun our way. I hear a clicking of his gun as he pulls the trigger again, but this time nothing happens. I reach out, grabbing Chas. Chas is holding dearly to that damn pillow slip. I grab it from his hand and tosses it. "Fuck that shit " I shout and grab Chas by his hand, pulling him along. I don't want anything to hold us down. "No, get that shit " he yells. I glance over my shoulder, realizing the owner of the house must be out of bullets after only one shot or his gun is jammed. I don't want to take a chance by reaching for that damn pillow slip. I yank Chas hard, causing him to move faster. We finally get to the street, seeing that D-Note isn't around. Chas points. "I parked down there." I look down at Chas' leg, seeing his pants leg looks soaked. Without saying any more words, Chas and I run for it as fast as we can. Limp or not he's on it. At his car I hop in the driver's seat. He tosses me the car keys. Starting it up, I begin to back up, and as I do something whizzes right past my damn head. I stop and look ahead. I can't believe I see a bullet hole right in the center of Chas' windshield. "That cat shooting at us. Gooooooo " Chas hollers as he reaches for his gun from his waistband. He places his gun out the passenger's window, aims, and lets off a few rounds back at the old man. I am so shocked I lose myself for a minute and then press down on the gas pedal hard as I can while moving in reverse. Then I spin the damn car in a circle and shift the gear into drive, push the metal to the floor, and hit it. Gunshots rings out behind us, but nowhere near us.