I’m willing to admit that under the best of circumstances, Ean isn’t a coward. These, of course, weren’t the best and they hadn’t been for a long time. So when he turned and saw Big looming behind Little like a rook behind a pawn it’s understandable that he also saw a fight he couldn’t win. His anger dissolved into fear.
Little grinned. You were saying?
Uh, yeah. E chuckled weakly. If you don’t stop with the vandalism, I’m just gonna move and then there won’t be any weekend TV or random muggings for anyone.
You can’t move, Little pointed out. We slashed your tires. Now, I want some Mickey D’s, so gimme your wallet.
Ean’s eyebrow spasmed. Touche, E muttered, and he reached into his pocket. His wallet was halfway out when his eyes went big.
Holy crap! Ean yelped, staring past Big. Behind you!
Little spun around, knife at the ready. Despite himself, Big turned to look over his shoulder.
And Ean ran the hell away while The Gang was being distracted by absolutely nothing.