MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

Anna, “Are you also on the run?” Bob put down Rachel and she remained standing next to him, with him
holding her hand.

“You can put it that way,” said Bob, “But I am working on straightening out every lie and misconception.”

“But who is behind all this?” asked Anna, “I don’t think my husband had any enemies.”

“It’s more complicated than you think ma’am,” said Bob.

That same night after Rachel had gone to sleep, Bob told Anna who were really after them.

She was seated on the bed and he was on the chair.


“It’s Willow, the Vampire lord who almost whipped up Can city two years ago.”

“I thought he had died in the fire.” “So did we all, but he’s here.”
“And what does he want my daughter for.”

“I am not sure ma’am, but he surely would do anything to get his hands on her.”

Anna’s face was sad; her eyes were dull and she couldn’t stop looking away from Bob as though she wanted to cry. She eventually did.

“They took my husband and son,” she whined, “And now they want her too.”

Bob moved to the bed, sat down next to her and hugged her. She continued crying in his arms.

“I won’t allow them to get their dirty hands on neither you nor the girl,”
said Bob.

Later that night, when they all had slept, with Bob too having dosed off and slept in the chair, while on guard, three range rovers pulled up at the motel, with four armed men in each one of them.

It was that same guy who had put a bullet in Tom’s head that led the gang. They all got out of the cars and walked towards Anna’s room. The rest of the men had submachine guns in their hands, yet their boss was barehanded.

It was late in the night and the whole place was quiet and deserted. It’s only wind that blew in all directions: trees shook and a little of the dust raised. It was a cold hazy night.


The men’s boss stood back with some men, and the four of them went to the door; one of those four pulled out a time bomb from his jacket pocket and placed it on the door and it stuck on. They (the four men at the door) moved backwards a little, and with a light explosion, the door bust inside the room. Bob and rest of the room occupants woke up in a quake of a second; the door had almost hit Bob, but he kicked it aside and it crashed onto the wall; he immediately got up from the chair as he pulled out his two long pistols from his gun-holster that was under his coat and tied around his waist. He instantly and rampantly started shooting towards the door.

Meanwhile, Anna pulled her daughter off the bed and she held her at her back. She also quickly got her pistol from underneath her pillow.

Her daughter and her where so shaky and frightened; Rachel was already crying.
“You brought those morons to us!” Anna screamed at Bob, furiously. Outside, the men at the door where standing aside it; they looked
caught off guard by the constant bullet shots that came through the
door. The other men who were standing away from the door scattered around too. Some hid behind their cars including their boss and others went and joined their colleagues at the door.

“They seem to have backup,” screamed one man at the door. “Gate, that damn bastard is here,” mumbled their boss, furiously.
The men at the door also started shooting back inside the room. Some
of them even stood in front of the door, but a distance away and others were shooting through the window. Bullets were all over the place inside the room, and Bob too was firing back rampantly.


“Go through the bathroom, I will take care of them!” said Bob, as he kicked his car keys towards Anna, which were already down on the floor.

Anna quickly picked up the keys and she and her daughter ran to the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door, pushed her gun inside her jean pants at the waist, opened the bathroom back window and helped her daughter jump out first.

“Come on honey, go, you’ll be fine,” she said.

In front of the motel the other villains and their boss got out of hand and shot all those people who had come out of the motel to see what was taking place outside. When some people realized the danger, they locked themselves further into their rooms. Some even seek refuge under their beds and in the closets.

The villains shot indiscriminately at the motel building.

Bob continued his gun battle with the villains that were on his case and managed to kill three; two at the window and one at the door. He calculatedly extended further towards the door: he somersaulted, crawled, stood aside, bent and did all the necessary and fine moves in his ability to dodge bullets and to further his offense against the villains.

Meanwhile, Anna and her daughter were out of the bathroom; she
(Anna) held her daughter by her hand. Rachel was crying profusely. “Mummy what about Bob,” cried Rachel.
“Bob will be fine,” said Anna, strongly. “Less go now!”

She and her daughter ran fast around the motel, got to Bob’s car fast got in and Anna ignited the car and drove off fast. The villain’s boss saw


the car get away, and that is when Bob pulled out of the room shooting sideways, front and everywhere Willow’s crooks were.

The villain boss after seeing the car get away, he had no time to react towards it, Bob was out and wiping out his men and so he had to counter-attack too.

Bob had killed all the men at the Motel’s verandah; he was further moving towards the rest who were hiding behind their cars, including their boss and beside the motel walls.

He killed them one by one while standing in the middle of the motel compound. He turned from side to side, bent over and down, dodged bullets tactically by standing aside their way, turning around and his long bullet proof coat bouncing the bullets back and jumping high up in the air.

He put bullets in the heads, hearts, legs, chests and backs of the villains, each one at a different turn. At last, in the process of shooting at two of the crooks that were hiding behind one Range-rover, he shot at its gas tank and it blew-up in flames and also affected the next one that stood next to it, except from the third one where the villain boss was hiding.

The two crooks died along in the fire.

When their boss saw his men finished, he was so agitated. He pulled out impetuously and ran towards Bob, shooting continuously at him; Bob too, ran towards him, shooting.

“Ah…” screamed the villain boss. Bob was dead silent.

As they were about to reach each other they both jumped up in the air, crossed passed each other; simultaneously, Bob shot him through the head and it split apart and he too shot him through the left shoulder.


They both eventually fell down to the ground; the villain boss was dead and Bob was injured.

Bob bled in pain as he got up, slowly, from the ground. There was a child up in the window of one room in the motel watching. When Bob got up from the ground and had put both his guns back under his coat, in the holster, he looked up and saw the kid. The kid waved at him and he waved back with his right hand. He got in the remaining Range-rover, its keys had been left in the ignition; he just drove off from the motel.

The next day, watching the sunset, Bob was standing on a hill top and looking out at the hilly terrain. He was composed and he looked okay.

As the sun went down he received a call; he pulled out his mobile- phone from under his coat’s pocket.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello, Mr. Bob Gate…” said the caller, happily. “Who I’m talking to?” asked Bob.
“This is professor Kazensky,” said the professor.

He was calling from his office at the University of Herkenberg. “Kazensky!” wondered Bob, “I don’t know of such a name or professor.”
“Relax my friend…” said the professor, “We shall get to know each other
soon, only time will tell.”

“I don’t understand,” said Bob.

“You want Willow dead?” said the professor. Bob was listening.


“Well, so do I my friend,” continued the professor, “You want me to help you get rid of you worst nemesis, we can always be a team.”

“I don’t take help from strangers,” said Bob. He then switched off his phone.

Back at the professor’s office, he just smiled gently and put down the receiver too.

As Bob was putting back his phone, another call came in.

“Not you again,” he protested and looked at its screen. He then took the call.

“Bob, you find us at the first gas station, Wales Park,” said Anna

“All right, and please, don’t talk or accept any help from strangers,” said
Bob.

“All right,” replied Anna.

They both hung up. Bob walked back to the road, got in the Range-rover and drove off.

He got to the gas station Anna and her daughter were waiting for him. There were parked across the road in Bob’s Mercedes Benz. Anna was seated in the driver’s seat and her daughter was in the back. When Rachel saw Bob pull up at the gas station, her face lit up with a smile. She bounced up and down on the seat with joy.

“Mum, he’s here,” said Rachel.

“I see him,” replied Anna. She had a joyful smile on her face too.


Bob in a rush parked the Range-rover in the gas station parking space and got to Anna and Rachel. He sat in the front passenger seat. Anna drove off.

“It’s so good to see you again Bob,” said Rachel. She bent forward and she and Bob took a peck on each other’s lips.

“I am so glad to know that you guys are still well,” said Bob. He looked at Anna. She looked back at him.

“We’re equally glad you’re still alive,” said Anna.

The day was already dark when they arrived at a cabin, in a very quiet forested jungle. The car was parked in front of the cabin.

“You have your gun?” asked Bob.

“Right here,” replied Anna. She pulled out the gun from her usual keeping place.

“Good, you guys stay here,” said Bob, “Keep on the lookout, in case of anything, scream, I’ll be with you.”

Anna and Rachel nodded their heads in agreement.

Bob got out of the car and walked straight into the cabin, switched on the lights and immediately pulled out his two long pistols from the holster and began searching every room and corner of the house. The cabin had two rooms, a kitchen