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cmk418Season 3 Quote - "You'd need a lot more than some shank to take me out" - Chris Keller
Vern was right. If he’d have wanted to kill Keller, Keller would be dead. The old man knew enough of his habits and his haunts that it would happen in the most public setting possible. It wouldn’t be in the quiet intimacy of a storage room as he shelved copy paper. Vern wouldn’t have stabbed him in the back either. He’d want Chris to know who was driving the shank into him. There’d be a group of them too. Aryans tended to travel in packs. One would hold the prey, while the others would attack, and they would switch off as they needed.
Like they did with Operation Toby.
Not being able to see Beecher was the biggest inconvenience of this whole thing. Here Chris was laid up, instead of using his considerable charms to get closer to Toby. It would work too, just like it had with Bonnie. He was certain of it. Despite the protests, Toby still wanted him. It would take more than some shank to keep him off his game with Beecher.
Keller’s thoughts turned momentarily back to the person that shanked him. It would have to be someone who knew where he would be at that particular time. Someone who was aware of his movements and could quietly get into place without being noticed. Someone whose arms slipped around him as easily as in a wrestling hold.
Toby.
Keller discounted the thought as quickly as it came to him. It was crazy. It just showed how much the man had permeated his mind. Toby would never hurt a soul, could never hurt a soul.
It was why Chris loved him so much.
Vern was right. If he’d have wanted to kill Keller, Keller would be dead. The old man knew enough of his habits and his haunts that it would happen in the most public setting possible. It wouldn’t be in the quiet intimacy of a storage room as he shelved copy paper. Vern wouldn’t have stabbed him in the back either. He’d want Chris to know who was driving the shank into him. There’d be a group of them too. Aryans tended to travel in packs. One would hold the prey, while the others would attack, and they would switch off as they needed.
Like they did with Operation Toby.
Not being able to see Beecher was the biggest inconvenience of this whole thing. Here Chris was laid up, instead of using his considerable charms to get closer to Toby. It would work too, just like it had with Bonnie. He was certain of it. Despite the protests, Toby still wanted him. It would take more than some shank to keep him off his game with Beecher.
Keller’s thoughts turned momentarily back to the person that shanked him. It would have to be someone who knew where he would be at that particular time. Someone who was aware of his movements and could quietly get into place without being noticed. Someone whose arms slipped around him as easily as in a wrestling hold.
Toby.
Keller discounted the thought as quickly as it came to him. It was crazy. It just showed how much the man had permeated his mind. Toby would never hurt a soul, could never hurt a soul.
It was why Chris loved him so much.
