A Story Wherein A Man And A Woman Decide Enough Is Enough.

Chapter 3

Weeks past. Months past weeks. A year was cautiously approaching, although it backed off when the month began to spit. At last, the day came wherein Jack and Mildred would be taken to the finest courts in the land (originally it was the Food Court in Shropshire, although this was seen as unfeasible as the judge had once stolen a fork from there, and he was worried that they might want it back).

Mildred was worried. Very worried. People from miles around could smell her sweat, but that was a normal occurance, as the local villagers knew very well.
Jack, on the other hand, was less worried. Forwhy, you begin to wonder? He had a plan. A plan so marvelous he almost sneezed from the very thought of it. He had no thought to tell Mildred, as he was a man of Pride (Lions raised him for 6 months of his life, the cunning rubbed off on him). But before the plan could come into action, he needed some supplies.

"I'm just off to the shops, dear"
"GRADNHA!"
She had, so far, failed to grasp the English language.
"But I bought some bread yesterday, dear..."
"GRADNHA! HADNEAGRADNHA!"
"Yes, dear..."

He trudged off in the direction of the shops, made a sudden turn to see if anyone was following him, made anpther sharp turn, and walked off.
He was headed for John Q. Rockedalle's Gun Shop.


The Incident At The Gun Shop, A Few Hours Eariler...

John was closing up shop. A day's work had ben done, and mutiple weapons had been sold to the general public. The warm feeling that was always there after a hard day's graft had returned. All was well. Although, there was one thing that made John quiver in his boots.
The man with the gun to his temple. He hadn't noticed it before this time, although there had always been a subconcious thought. Unfortunately, thought alone cannot beat gunmen.