This is the 70th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Bait and Switch, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 10th February 2013
Word count: 625
“Hell, boy, you ain’t got nothing to show for it,” the masked gunman said in a Southern US accent.
“Had to try,” the middle aged man in a business suit said.
“Guess you did,” the gun man chambered a round in his shot gun. “So where’d you want it, head or the chest?”
The middle aged man took a deep breath, “I don’t suppose neither is an option?”
“Sure it’s an option, then I’ll pop you in the balls and stomach, that your choice?” the good old boy said.
“Well, I guess I’ll have option four. Drop your weapon, get on your knees, and lace your fingers behind your head,” the business suit getting up.
“What?” the gunman asked confused.
“You ask a lot of question Mister Strong,” the business suited gentleman brushed himself off, “But you haven’t asked the right one yet.”
“Who are you?” the gunman said, gripping firmly to his shotgun, but somehow held in thrall.
“Now that’s a question worth asking,” the businessman said, “I’m a private in the US Army.”
“Bull,” the gun man said, “Your British.”
“The name’s Robert Randolph Routledge the second. So, are you going to surrender or do I have to call my friends in?”