Zeke looked dumbly at him and asked, "What's bad about it?" He seemed to be at a complete loss as to why something enjoyable sounding to him could be bad.
"Because it means we haven't been paid yet you idiot!" Said the other of the two men testily.
Zeke grinned big, "Oh don't you worry. I'll make such a mess of the first couple of kids that they'll pay us double and then I'll whack the rest of them up for fun."
Zeke laughed again at his words, but then stopped as a thought appeared to penetrate his thick head. "Hey I better go practice on something!"
He wandered off swinging away at the air with his big machete, as the two remaining men shook their heads while sharing a look between themselves as to the other man's cluelessness.
I scraped a knife off the shelf before me and both men stood up grabbing at their guns. I did it again, only more faint in sound and both men started forward toward my concealed position.
Two ropes hung down from the ceiling and I pulled myself up one of them hand over hand swiftly. Getting high enough I reached over and grabbed the second rope and then tensing I hung between both ropes and stilled the movement of the ropes.
The two men came around the corner and ambled down the aisle as they searched the ground floor of the warehouse. They came to the two ropes and I wiggled them slightly. Dumbly they looked up and I let go.
My feet landed on their shoulders and I drove them both face first to the floor and before either of them could even begin to recover I swept a knife down into their backs were their hearts should of been. They both immediately became still beneath me.
I heard a loud grunt and glancing to the left I saw wacko boy. He started running for me grunting and screaming like a maniac, as he waved the large machete around in the air overhead.
I glanced to the side and saw a broom leaning up against some crates. I reached out for it and swung the broom end upwards and calmly said, "Cut the top of this broom off for me would you."
Zeke came to a tottering halt as he stared at me wildly and then obediently he swung the machete cleanly taking off the top of the broom leaving me with just the handle in my hands.
"Thank you." I said before sweeping the handle of the broom upwards to crack against Zeke's already crackpot head.
Woozy from the realignment of his senses he tottered on his feet as I smashed upward again with the broom handle at the hand holding the machete. The machete went flying upwards into the air and I dropped the broom handle as I stepped closer to Zeke.