My first fiction so please be gentle, story is just basically about Four hitpeoples and their antics.
Obviously its not as good as some peoples writting *Cough* LadyAeriths *cough* but yea be gentle and try to enjoy.
Now they entered the most time consuming part of the process "The planning" Kenneth made a suggestion "I'm thinkin simple shot from a distance to the head" Brooklyn laughed "How armature" "What who your talkin to pretty boy" "Ladies, ladies can we please put the handbags away" Emma chuckled "I’ve got a better plan for our dear pedo" everyone huddled over the table as she delve deep into her plan with the rest of the group.
"Ok so its settled, Kenneth I want you positioned over on the building across the street from the Montague, Emma your going to stay here and be techy support, Brooklyn, I want you in the penthouse at 9pm at the latest any later and the plan goes to shit. As for me ill stay here and offer radio support with Emma". Everyone nodded and acknowledged that they all had important roles that needed to be played and needed to be played to perfection.
Brooklyn pulled up outside the Montague, throws the taxi driver his money and walks into the hotel dressed in a blue jacket and some black jeans. Kenneth sat on the rooftop of the building across the road from the hotel, he flicked open the suitcase and assembled his death bringer, his almighty PSG1. Emma sat down in her chair next to a computer, turned the screen on and began filing through maps of the hotel floors. Johnny sat next to Emma and put in a headset he also threw Emma her headset...
The ear piece in Brooklyn's and Kenneth's ear fuzzed as Emma and Johnny's voices became clearer and clearer. "Ok Kenneth what can ya see in the penthouse?" Emma quizzed "Well there’s two cleaners in there at the moment, no sign of the target" "Brooklyn keep an eye out" Johnny said. The hotel was very classy and had a very cosy feel to every room. "Brooklyn you are not allowed on the penthouse floor, you may need to get creative" Brooklyn walked into the arcade, looked around, he enjoyed the sound of arcade machines, all the sounds just seemed to harmonize in a perfect tone. The noises were suddenly ruined by a sound in Brooklyn’s ear "Target is in the penthouse, should I take the shot?" Kenneth asked in a rushed voice, Johnny replied "Negative we have some extra objectives, we need to retrieve some photographs in the targets possession, also he needs a quick interrogation".
Brooklyn walked over to the elevators and pressed the penthouse button, he unzipped his jacket and pulled out a 1911 pistol and screwed on the silencer from his pocket as the elevator climbed the building. "Damn it Brooklyn I hope you have a plan" Emma complained, Brooklyn laughed and said "Would you expect anything less" the elevator stops and opens revealing a short corridor to the door. Before he walked out he saw a security camera to the left of the elevator, the gun creped out of the elevator and shot the lens of the camera "Bulls eye" Brooklyn said satisfied with the shot. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer..."Who is it?" "Hotel services we have a package for you" Brooklyn slide the gun behind his back and waited for the door to open, it opened.
At the door stood a average sized male in his early thirties dressed in a dressing gown "well weres the package...wait weres your uniform" the man asked beginning to panic "Oh that" Brooklyn pulled the gun from behind his back and shot the target in the shoulder. "Wow I bet that piece of lead in your shoulder fuckin hurts" Brooklyn laughed through his teeth. He looked through the joggers laid out o the bed and pulled some photographs out of the pocket, Brooklyn took a look at them and threw a scornful look back at the man "You sick fuck, get up!" he drags the squirming corpse into the bathroom and threw him in the bath. "Ok I've gotta get info out of you sicko, wait what do I need to find out...EE what do I need" the earphone buzzed in his ear "We need the location of the money, he'll know what you mean".
Brooklyn walked into the kitchen and got a kitchen knife from the rack, he walked back into the bathroom and said in a calm tone "Where’s the money?" "I don't know what the fuck your on about!" Brooklyn dove the knife into the knee of Danny and began to cut into it. The mans screams of pain were unheard. "I could do this all day, but it can end right now if you tell me where the money is". Danny started into Brooklyn’s eyes "Lookin to kiss me, well fuck you, Brooklyn shot Danny in the same kneecap. He took Danny into the living room in front of the fireplace "Gradual burning hurts allot more than a knife and bullet in the knee" Brooklyn slowly puts the targets head closer and closer into the fire, Danny screams in pain as his face begins to slowly but surely burn Danny’s once unburned face. Grabbing the fire poker, Brooklyn sticks it into the back of the poor mans neck "OK OK ILL TELL YOU...Its under the bed".
Brooklyn shakes his head satisfied with his work, walked over to the bed and pulled out a suitcase "Wait Brooklyn" Kenneth interrupted "some ones using the glass elevator to the penthouse" "Who is it Kenneth ?" "looks like a.....cop" Brooklyn stood up with the suitcase and began to ponder a quick escape, he took a deep breath in ".......O yeah" he pushes Dennis head fully into the fire place, his screams went louder, louder, then began to get quieter as his heart began to stop. "Get out of there now Brooklyn, its getting to dangerous, don't risk your cover" Emma began to yell down the headset. Brooklyn walked outside onto the balcony. He signalled Kenneth, some cable flew across the sky and hit the wall. The doors behind Brooklyn flew open "FREEZE!"....Brooklyn span around grabbed the gun the hand was in slid the slide of the gun off the gun, he hit the officer in the stomach and threw him over the building. Not wasting anymore time Brooklyn grabbed hold of the cable and went across the cable slowly climbing his way across over to the building Kenneth was at.
"I guess now would be a bad time to say I don't like heights" laughed Brooklyn "Eyes on the prize" Johnny responded. He finally got to the building and stood next to Kenneth, "Next time take the shot Kenneth...please" "Last time I shot someone in front of you, you bitched all day about me almost blowin your head off" Kenneth laughed "Well you did". Kenneth packed away his rifle in a long suitcase disguised as a trumpet case. They both reached the ground after travelling down many halls and stairs in order to avoid any possible confrontations with anyone, they then exited the back door and caught a bus back the nearest club. They walked the rest of the way back to base.
Brooklyn walked in and threw his suitcase on the table "Who’s the money for ?" Kenneth asked Johnny "Its our payment" he responded. They opened the suitcase and all laughed at the exact same time. Brooklyn began to sing "Take the money and run" as they all opened up some drinks and celebrated a good hit. They took the money out one thousand at a time and wired it to a different bank account anywhere in the world to avoid detection. "Job well done everyone" Johnny congratulated, "What a minute...what’s this in the bottom....OH shi-" BANG !
Mother*$"£@*
The explosion engulfed Brooklyn, Emma, Kenneth and Johnny in a fiery blaze. Kenneth tried sitting up, but the ringing in his ears was unbearable and he fell back on the floor. Emma lay up against the wall, her vision blurry and her heart weak she could feel something cold trickling down her cheek, blood. Johnny was out cold with burnt money in his old hands. Brooklyn lay there eyes open staring at the ceiling which was soon overrun with flames. Everyone blacked out.
Three weeks later, Johnny woke up in a bed next to some heart monitors constantly bleeping. The sterol smell of clean surfaces and injections crept up his hairy nose. His eyes slowly opened immediately he panicked "What’s happening ahhhhhhh !" a typical blonde nurse ran in to the room with a syringe in her hand, Johnny hears a weak voice "Sir calm down, doctor ! doctor !" He feels a sharp stabbing in his side. Johnny's motion's begin to slow down and his vision begins to blur again, he nods off and passes out.
In a police station Brooklyn has fully recovered but is in a different problem to Johnny. "You killed Danny Smith didn’t you, you filthy criminal" a police officer slammed his gun on the table in the interrogation room "Danny Smith...remind me I only remember bodies" Brooklyn answered with a little smirk across his face. Crunch ! the officer smashed Brooklyn’s in the face with the butt of his gun. "Give me a straight answer you inconsiderate prick" the police officer demanded an answer "Look, if you give me the straight answer ill send you to a high security prison and not into the gas chamber" "I’m not afraid of your petty threats officer, if I wanted, I could break out of this god forbidden shit hole and leave no trace I was ever, even, here". The officer looked at him not as confident as he should have been, because he knew Brooklyn could. The blood from the police officer's attack dripped from Brooklyn's nose, they both stared at each other neither backing down from the challenge of threats.
Emma sat at a bar drinking down her shots, the barkeeper put his elbow down on the bar “Shit Emma when you gunna start payin your tab?” she laughed and said “maybe when you start giving me shots that aren’t diluted…one more shot Barney” the greasy hobo sat next to her snickered and replied “You said that ten shots ago”. She drank down another and another and another shot. Emma began to talk to herself out of drunkenness “I wonder if those guys got out of the building ok” she began to waver from side to side on her stool, it didn’t take long for her to fall off and start snoring. “Shouldn’t we do somthin boss?” one of the waiters said “Na leave her be for twenty minutes or so, she looks like a drunken angel” They both laughed uncontrollably and kept up their work.
Kenneth as usual lit up his large Cuban cigar, took a deep breath in and then breathed out smoke crawling through his nostrils. “That shits gunna kill you one day Kenneth” he was told as someone nudged him “What’s that Riley” “You heard me anyway, back to business” Riley puts a file on the table and opens it “This guys name is Randy Carlson, your friendly local neighbourhood drug dealer. We need him gone, erased as it were” Kenneth nodded, took the picture, put it in his pocket and cut off some of his cigar with a rusty cigar cutter.
Somewhere in Las Vegas a group of ten people were sat around a table warring over a recent event “How do we know the bomb took care of them!?!?” Someone yelled “We don’t know anything about them yet, for all we know we could be in danger at this very moment” “He’s right they might have already fucking found out who double crossed them” one panicked “They wont stop hunting us if they find out” “Everyone get a grip, there have been no reports of any professional hits lately aside from the sniper attack the other day on a drug sellers turf, but that’s not they’re style, they go for professional hits”.
They all continued to argue over what to do until one of them stood up “If they are still out there we need to draw them out and bring them together again, I think we need to lure them out with another dangerous, challenging, high pay job again…”
Kenneth got a call on his phone from Riley “Yo man we got a call for you a call from an EE” Kenneth looked surprised to no one but himself, he closed his mouth and explained “Don’t fuckin move ill be there in a sec”. He closed his cell phone and dashed down the road as fast as his legs would carry him. He burst into the small estate building dashing into Riley’s office “she still on the phone?” Riley yawned and tried to say “See for yourself” Kenneth picked up the phone “Emma!?!?” “Hello Kenneth, how are you?” “Don’t bullshit me Emma, you only ever contact us if there’s a job, come on I need my fix of killing” a little giggle echoed through the phone as she responded “I knew you would be interested, but first we need to bust Brooklyn out of custody and get Johnny from the hospital. Meet me at the Dead mans casino and we can plan our next move”. The dial tone followed, Kenneth put the phone down.
An hour later Kenneth approached the casino, the lights from the casino lighting the night sky and the sounds of winners and losers in a casino. Emma strolled down the road dressed as if she was attending a party, she wore a very sleek dress that seemed to flow like a calm ocean. Kenneth tried to keep his eyes on her face and stopped them from wandering south. “You goin to a party or something ?” he muttered through his teeth “We both are” she smiled, her smile lit up his face. “Don’t think anything of it, the sergeant for the police station Brooklyn’s bein held in, gambles here” “you look very-” “Don’t say it or ill break your arm” Emma stopped Kenneth before he finished his sentence. “So shall we me lady” Kenneth joked, she smiled from the corner of her mouth and walked into the glowing casino.
“So Brooklyn, we’ve been here for hours on end and your still not cracking…im impressed” the officer said sarcastically with a hint of anger in his voice “Your not at all, your disgusted by me, truth is, I do exactly the same thing as you, but I do my job better. We both hunt down killers, rapists etc. But I kill my prey you put them in jail and let them get out in a couple of years if their lucky” Brooklyn explained using multiple hand gestures for no apparent reason. “So your saying your better than me?” the police man said in pure shock “Oh god no, that would be hypocritical of me, after all I am a killer, you guys just cant prove it. It really is to bad this is all of record, to think you could have used that against me” Brooklyn laughs while leaning back on his chair, the police officer’s eyes are filled with rage, Brooklyn wasn’t taking him seriously and that began to get under his skin.
Johnny lay in bed under sedation staring at the ceiling noticing people and doctors every now and again checking his status and injecting more sedatives into him. He could barley hear himself think they were pumping so many sedatives into him. He woke up after a drug induced sleep and sat up staying calm for some reason. “Nurse…NURSE !” he yelled almost injuring himself, a nurse came running “Yes sir?” “Why am I stuck in this smelly bed ?” he questioned her “Well sir, there was an explosion and we had to resuscitate and then treat you for some extreme burns” “Well im feeling much better and I want out…NOW” he smiled evilly at her. “Sorry sir but we cant allow you to leave-” “No miss you don’t understand, I want out now” the nurse began to reach for the syringe on the side, Johnny’s hand flew out for his side and grabbed it and stabbed it into her arm. She groaned as the sedative quickly took effect, she hit the cold floor “Goodnight child.”
He moved his legs to one side and stepped out of bed, Johnny fell and his legs smashed against the floor “Oh crap num legs” he began to give his legs a quick couple of slaps to try and get some feeling in them. He crawled towards the cupboard and began to shuffle through the cupboard, Johnny found a wheelchair all folded up. A doctor ran into the room curious of all the noise, before he could react to the unconscious nurse the wheelchair hit him from the side, the doctor fell to the floor complaining of the pain in his legs as Johnny picked up the wheelchair and began to wheel himself out of the hospital.
Kenneth looked around the casino standing next to Emma, his eyes widened at the size of the halls, the ceilings could be compared to the height of the skies above. “Egh your such a tourist Kenneth” she says putting her hand on her forehead “So I cant enjoy an actual decent invention of man?” Kenneth complained “Not when we’re on business” “Calm down Emma, relax.” They both stepped up to the check in desk “Excuse me, but could you tell us if Mr Blisk has arrived?” Emma asked the worker responded promptly after typing something into his computer “He has, he’s currently in his room” Kenneth gave the worker and evil look “Which room?” “Ummm room…175” he answered with a sound of fear in his voice. Both Kenneth and Emma walk into the closest elevator, plated in a golden frame.
The doors closed with some cheery background music “Here’s the plan, I get the information from Blisk and I want you to just…stand there and look pretty” Emma explained, Kenneth gave her a nasty look and said “Whatever, but no fucking in there” Emma put her hand over her mouth and laughed. The elevator stopped, they both walked down to room 175 and knocked on the door, a man dressed in his uniform stood there staring at Emma and Kenneth “…Can I help you?” he asked scratching the back of his head, Emma walked right up in his face and began to say very seductively “You can help me” she pulled on his tie and walked into his room closing the door behind her. “Right ok ill just…get a soda” Kenneth said strutting over to the machine. Several minutes later Emma stepped out of the room straightening her hair, she holds out her hand and reveals a key “To the Brooklyn’s cell” Kenneth opened his mouth to ask something but Emma answered the question before he even asked it “No I didn’t, I shot him and it took me awhile to find the key” Kenneth retorted “Yea I bet you shot him.” They walked out the casino Emma’s dress flowing in the wind and Kenneth’s head shinning I the sun.
Kenneth and Emma walked down the street, Emma began to talk “So we have a new rendezvous point” “I take it that’s where we’re goin now then?” Kenneth replied “Yup that’s right Kenneth.” The sun was just setting behind the colossal buildings an both Kenneth and Emma had arrived at the new hideout, it was a mechanics shop with several car garages. A squeaky sound comes from inside and out from the office roles Johnny in his temporary wheel chair, there was a long silence as the wind kicked up some dust “What the hell ya starin at Kenneth aint ya never seen a cripple before?!?!” Kenneth burst out in laughter with Johnny “Its been awhile Johnny” Kenneth tries to say through his laughter “How ya been?” “Aside from bein temporarily numb in my legs, im tip top, but lets get back down to brass. Brooklyn’s being held in the police station a couple of blocks away, plan is we go in there a break him out, guns blazing” Johnny sets down the plan. “Sorry I don’t agree with that, it would cause a lot less collateral damage if we can get one of us in there undercover and sneak him out” “You suck the fun out of everything” Kenneth moaned. “Never the less she is right, Kenneth its gotta be you” “Why me” “Well for one im in a fuckin wheelchair and Emma just isn’t officer material, no offence Emma” “None taken” she replied quickly. “Ok Kenneth, I want you to break Brooklyn out, you’ll find your uniform in the locker over there” Johnny finished his sentence and pointed to a rusty locker.
The sun was setting in the distance, the police station was quiet not a sound could be heard. Brooklyn had been in for another round of the officers “Interrogation techniques”. His face was bruised and the area around his nose was stained in blood, Brooklyn clenched his fists together tightly, then slowly released them from his vice like grip, starring at his hands he slowly closed his eyes and feel asleep. A figure walks down the holding cell halls carrying a set of keys glistening in the last little flicker of sunlight. A key crunched into the holding cells lock, Brooklyn’s cell door opened. “Who’s that” murmured Brooklyn in a weak voice “Your worst nightmare” the man burst out laughing “Na im kiddin its me brother” Brooklyn limped to his feet “Kenneth…damn man…you put on weight” Brooklyn laughs weakly “Shut up” they both laugh not realising how much noise they were making. “Come on lets get out of here brotha” Brooklyn puts his arm around Kenneth’s shoulder and begins to walk with a slight limp…”HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”
They both slowly turned around to see several police armed to the teeth. “Hey lads, behind you” they turned around and saw Emma holding a grenade throwing it up and down. “Bang, bang” she threw the grenade in the middle of the police, everyone tried to dive out of the way, the grenade exploded catching the officers in the flames and the big explosion. Kenneth and Brooklyn got up and followed the running Emma, “nice one Emma, you haven’t gotten rusty in your experience with fire crackers” Brooklyn laughed bobbing up and down as they ran. Helicopters flew over head of the police station “Crap we’ve got company” Emma said sounding worried, “ok lets head to the armoury and see what they have” they all ran into the armoury, not a big selection but some good choice firearms. Brooklyn picked up two standard issue pistols, Kenneth pulled out a shotgun from the stand and pushed several shells into it. Emma ran for the console in the corner and began to hack her way to try and find a way out.
A large explosion blew the front doors of the station off, several grenades came through the smoke and popped, unleashing a strong wall of cloudy gas into the room. Brooklyn limped over behind a table and slid one magazine into each of the pistols and waited for the sound of running footsteps “Emma what’s the situation on the cameras?” Brooklyn yelled across the room, “Its weird no ones coming in, no wait there they are, two on the left Kenneth”. Kenneth span out from behind his cover and fired into the two approaching SWAT, one of them grabbed his shoulder in pain the other one feel to the floor squirming In pain. “Brooklyn two to your right” He stepped out of cover and fired accurate single shots from each gun each hitting a spot that temporarily disabled the enemy. The barrage of SWAT stopped “Maybe they learned they cant come in that way”. Suddenly a long silence…the smoke began to creep past everyone’s feet, nothing, not a sound, not a movement, not a single footstep only a slither of blue and red lights from the cars and or vans.
Obviously its not as good as some peoples writting *Cough* LadyAeriths *cough* but yea be gentle and try to enjoy.
Fetish funs
Kenneth lit up his cigar as they all sat around the old wooden table with strong coffee mug stains in the wood. Johnny ran his hand over his cold hairless head and then threw some photographs on the table. The pictures showed a man in his early thirties. "This Lady and gents his Joseph, Joseph isn't the problem its his brother Danny boy, Danny boy currently is working in the trade of child pornography and actual kidnapping of several children...none of them survived their terrible ordeal. He lives in a penthouse suit on the top floor of "The Montague" hotel" Brooklyn interrupted "Spoiled paedophile, on the plus side hotels are always fun for getting in and out without arousing attention" Emma began to explain "This doesn’t sound like my kind of alley unfortunately the possibility of innocent deaths would be to great for my explosives in that hotel".
Now they entered the most time consuming part of the process "The planning" Kenneth made a suggestion "I'm thinkin simple shot from a distance to the head" Brooklyn laughed "How armature" "What who your talkin to pretty boy" "Ladies, ladies can we please put the handbags away" Emma chuckled "I’ve got a better plan for our dear pedo" everyone huddled over the table as she delve deep into her plan with the rest of the group.
"Ok so its settled, Kenneth I want you positioned over on the building across the street from the Montague, Emma your going to stay here and be techy support, Brooklyn, I want you in the penthouse at 9pm at the latest any later and the plan goes to shit. As for me ill stay here and offer radio support with Emma". Everyone nodded and acknowledged that they all had important roles that needed to be played and needed to be played to perfection.
Brooklyn pulled up outside the Montague, throws the taxi driver his money and walks into the hotel dressed in a blue jacket and some black jeans. Kenneth sat on the rooftop of the building across the road from the hotel, he flicked open the suitcase and assembled his death bringer, his almighty PSG1. Emma sat down in her chair next to a computer, turned the screen on and began filing through maps of the hotel floors. Johnny sat next to Emma and put in a headset he also threw Emma her headset...
The ear piece in Brooklyn's and Kenneth's ear fuzzed as Emma and Johnny's voices became clearer and clearer. "Ok Kenneth what can ya see in the penthouse?" Emma quizzed "Well there’s two cleaners in there at the moment, no sign of the target" "Brooklyn keep an eye out" Johnny said. The hotel was very classy and had a very cosy feel to every room. "Brooklyn you are not allowed on the penthouse floor, you may need to get creative" Brooklyn walked into the arcade, looked around, he enjoyed the sound of arcade machines, all the sounds just seemed to harmonize in a perfect tone. The noises were suddenly ruined by a sound in Brooklyn’s ear "Target is in the penthouse, should I take the shot?" Kenneth asked in a rushed voice, Johnny replied "Negative we have some extra objectives, we need to retrieve some photographs in the targets possession, also he needs a quick interrogation".
Brooklyn walked over to the elevators and pressed the penthouse button, he unzipped his jacket and pulled out a 1911 pistol and screwed on the silencer from his pocket as the elevator climbed the building. "Damn it Brooklyn I hope you have a plan" Emma complained, Brooklyn laughed and said "Would you expect anything less" the elevator stops and opens revealing a short corridor to the door. Before he walked out he saw a security camera to the left of the elevator, the gun creped out of the elevator and shot the lens of the camera "Bulls eye" Brooklyn said satisfied with the shot. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer..."Who is it?" "Hotel services we have a package for you" Brooklyn slide the gun behind his back and waited for the door to open, it opened.
At the door stood a average sized male in his early thirties dressed in a dressing gown "well weres the package...wait weres your uniform" the man asked beginning to panic "Oh that" Brooklyn pulled the gun from behind his back and shot the target in the shoulder. "Wow I bet that piece of lead in your shoulder fuckin hurts" Brooklyn laughed through his teeth. He looked through the joggers laid out o the bed and pulled some photographs out of the pocket, Brooklyn took a look at them and threw a scornful look back at the man "You sick fuck, get up!" he drags the squirming corpse into the bathroom and threw him in the bath. "Ok I've gotta get info out of you sicko, wait what do I need to find out...EE what do I need" the earphone buzzed in his ear "We need the location of the money, he'll know what you mean".
Brooklyn walked into the kitchen and got a kitchen knife from the rack, he walked back into the bathroom and said in a calm tone "Where’s the money?" "I don't know what the fuck your on about!" Brooklyn dove the knife into the knee of Danny and began to cut into it. The mans screams of pain were unheard. "I could do this all day, but it can end right now if you tell me where the money is". Danny started into Brooklyn’s eyes "Lookin to kiss me, well fuck you, Brooklyn shot Danny in the same kneecap. He took Danny into the living room in front of the fireplace "Gradual burning hurts allot more than a knife and bullet in the knee" Brooklyn slowly puts the targets head closer and closer into the fire, Danny screams in pain as his face begins to slowly but surely burn Danny’s once unburned face. Grabbing the fire poker, Brooklyn sticks it into the back of the poor mans neck "OK OK ILL TELL YOU...Its under the bed".
Brooklyn shakes his head satisfied with his work, walked over to the bed and pulled out a suitcase "Wait Brooklyn" Kenneth interrupted "some ones using the glass elevator to the penthouse" "Who is it Kenneth ?" "looks like a.....cop" Brooklyn stood up with the suitcase and began to ponder a quick escape, he took a deep breath in ".......O yeah" he pushes Dennis head fully into the fire place, his screams went louder, louder, then began to get quieter as his heart began to stop. "Get out of there now Brooklyn, its getting to dangerous, don't risk your cover" Emma began to yell down the headset. Brooklyn walked outside onto the balcony. He signalled Kenneth, some cable flew across the sky and hit the wall. The doors behind Brooklyn flew open "FREEZE!"....Brooklyn span around grabbed the gun the hand was in slid the slide of the gun off the gun, he hit the officer in the stomach and threw him over the building. Not wasting anymore time Brooklyn grabbed hold of the cable and went across the cable slowly climbing his way across over to the building Kenneth was at.
"I guess now would be a bad time to say I don't like heights" laughed Brooklyn "Eyes on the prize" Johnny responded. He finally got to the building and stood next to Kenneth, "Next time take the shot Kenneth...please" "Last time I shot someone in front of you, you bitched all day about me almost blowin your head off" Kenneth laughed "Well you did". Kenneth packed away his rifle in a long suitcase disguised as a trumpet case. They both reached the ground after travelling down many halls and stairs in order to avoid any possible confrontations with anyone, they then exited the back door and caught a bus back the nearest club. They walked the rest of the way back to base.
Brooklyn walked in and threw his suitcase on the table "Who’s the money for ?" Kenneth asked Johnny "Its our payment" he responded. They opened the suitcase and all laughed at the exact same time. Brooklyn began to sing "Take the money and run" as they all opened up some drinks and celebrated a good hit. They took the money out one thousand at a time and wired it to a different bank account anywhere in the world to avoid detection. "Job well done everyone" Johnny congratulated, "What a minute...what’s this in the bottom....OH shi-" BANG !
Mother*$"£@*
Three weeks later, Johnny woke up in a bed next to some heart monitors constantly bleeping. The sterol smell of clean surfaces and injections crept up his hairy nose. His eyes slowly opened immediately he panicked "What’s happening ahhhhhhh !" a typical blonde nurse ran in to the room with a syringe in her hand, Johnny hears a weak voice "Sir calm down, doctor ! doctor !" He feels a sharp stabbing in his side. Johnny's motion's begin to slow down and his vision begins to blur again, he nods off and passes out.
In a police station Brooklyn has fully recovered but is in a different problem to Johnny. "You killed Danny Smith didn’t you, you filthy criminal" a police officer slammed his gun on the table in the interrogation room "Danny Smith...remind me I only remember bodies" Brooklyn answered with a little smirk across his face. Crunch ! the officer smashed Brooklyn’s in the face with the butt of his gun. "Give me a straight answer you inconsiderate prick" the police officer demanded an answer "Look, if you give me the straight answer ill send you to a high security prison and not into the gas chamber" "I’m not afraid of your petty threats officer, if I wanted, I could break out of this god forbidden shit hole and leave no trace I was ever, even, here". The officer looked at him not as confident as he should have been, because he knew Brooklyn could. The blood from the police officer's attack dripped from Brooklyn's nose, they both stared at each other neither backing down from the challenge of threats.
Emma sat at a bar drinking down her shots, the barkeeper put his elbow down on the bar “Shit Emma when you gunna start payin your tab?” she laughed and said “maybe when you start giving me shots that aren’t diluted…one more shot Barney” the greasy hobo sat next to her snickered and replied “You said that ten shots ago”. She drank down another and another and another shot. Emma began to talk to herself out of drunkenness “I wonder if those guys got out of the building ok” she began to waver from side to side on her stool, it didn’t take long for her to fall off and start snoring. “Shouldn’t we do somthin boss?” one of the waiters said “Na leave her be for twenty minutes or so, she looks like a drunken angel” They both laughed uncontrollably and kept up their work.
Kenneth as usual lit up his large Cuban cigar, took a deep breath in and then breathed out smoke crawling through his nostrils. “That shits gunna kill you one day Kenneth” he was told as someone nudged him “What’s that Riley” “You heard me anyway, back to business” Riley puts a file on the table and opens it “This guys name is Randy Carlson, your friendly local neighbourhood drug dealer. We need him gone, erased as it were” Kenneth nodded, took the picture, put it in his pocket and cut off some of his cigar with a rusty cigar cutter.
Somewhere in Las Vegas a group of ten people were sat around a table warring over a recent event “How do we know the bomb took care of them!?!?” Someone yelled “We don’t know anything about them yet, for all we know we could be in danger at this very moment” “He’s right they might have already fucking found out who double crossed them” one panicked “They wont stop hunting us if they find out” “Everyone get a grip, there have been no reports of any professional hits lately aside from the sniper attack the other day on a drug sellers turf, but that’s not they’re style, they go for professional hits”.
They all continued to argue over what to do until one of them stood up “If they are still out there we need to draw them out and bring them together again, I think we need to lure them out with another dangerous, challenging, high pay job again…”
Kenneth got a call on his phone from Riley “Yo man we got a call for you a call from an EE” Kenneth looked surprised to no one but himself, he closed his mouth and explained “Don’t fuckin move ill be there in a sec”. He closed his cell phone and dashed down the road as fast as his legs would carry him. He burst into the small estate building dashing into Riley’s office “she still on the phone?” Riley yawned and tried to say “See for yourself” Kenneth picked up the phone “Emma!?!?” “Hello Kenneth, how are you?” “Don’t bullshit me Emma, you only ever contact us if there’s a job, come on I need my fix of killing” a little giggle echoed through the phone as she responded “I knew you would be interested, but first we need to bust Brooklyn out of custody and get Johnny from the hospital. Meet me at the Dead mans casino and we can plan our next move”. The dial tone followed, Kenneth put the phone down.
An hour later Kenneth approached the casino, the lights from the casino lighting the night sky and the sounds of winners and losers in a casino. Emma strolled down the road dressed as if she was attending a party, she wore a very sleek dress that seemed to flow like a calm ocean. Kenneth tried to keep his eyes on her face and stopped them from wandering south. “You goin to a party or something ?” he muttered through his teeth “We both are” she smiled, her smile lit up his face. “Don’t think anything of it, the sergeant for the police station Brooklyn’s bein held in, gambles here” “you look very-” “Don’t say it or ill break your arm” Emma stopped Kenneth before he finished his sentence. “So shall we me lady” Kenneth joked, she smiled from the corner of her mouth and walked into the glowing casino.
“So Brooklyn, we’ve been here for hours on end and your still not cracking…im impressed” the officer said sarcastically with a hint of anger in his voice “Your not at all, your disgusted by me, truth is, I do exactly the same thing as you, but I do my job better. We both hunt down killers, rapists etc. But I kill my prey you put them in jail and let them get out in a couple of years if their lucky” Brooklyn explained using multiple hand gestures for no apparent reason. “So your saying your better than me?” the police man said in pure shock “Oh god no, that would be hypocritical of me, after all I am a killer, you guys just cant prove it. It really is to bad this is all of record, to think you could have used that against me” Brooklyn laughs while leaning back on his chair, the police officer’s eyes are filled with rage, Brooklyn wasn’t taking him seriously and that began to get under his skin.
Johnny lay in bed under sedation staring at the ceiling noticing people and doctors every now and again checking his status and injecting more sedatives into him. He could barley hear himself think they were pumping so many sedatives into him. He woke up after a drug induced sleep and sat up staying calm for some reason. “Nurse…NURSE !” he yelled almost injuring himself, a nurse came running “Yes sir?” “Why am I stuck in this smelly bed ?” he questioned her “Well sir, there was an explosion and we had to resuscitate and then treat you for some extreme burns” “Well im feeling much better and I want out…NOW” he smiled evilly at her. “Sorry sir but we cant allow you to leave-” “No miss you don’t understand, I want out now” the nurse began to reach for the syringe on the side, Johnny’s hand flew out for his side and grabbed it and stabbed it into her arm. She groaned as the sedative quickly took effect, she hit the cold floor “Goodnight child.”
He moved his legs to one side and stepped out of bed, Johnny fell and his legs smashed against the floor “Oh crap num legs” he began to give his legs a quick couple of slaps to try and get some feeling in them. He crawled towards the cupboard and began to shuffle through the cupboard, Johnny found a wheelchair all folded up. A doctor ran into the room curious of all the noise, before he could react to the unconscious nurse the wheelchair hit him from the side, the doctor fell to the floor complaining of the pain in his legs as Johnny picked up the wheelchair and began to wheel himself out of the hospital.
Kenneth looked around the casino standing next to Emma, his eyes widened at the size of the halls, the ceilings could be compared to the height of the skies above. “Egh your such a tourist Kenneth” she says putting her hand on her forehead “So I cant enjoy an actual decent invention of man?” Kenneth complained “Not when we’re on business” “Calm down Emma, relax.” They both stepped up to the check in desk “Excuse me, but could you tell us if Mr Blisk has arrived?” Emma asked the worker responded promptly after typing something into his computer “He has, he’s currently in his room” Kenneth gave the worker and evil look “Which room?” “Ummm room…175” he answered with a sound of fear in his voice. Both Kenneth and Emma walk into the closest elevator, plated in a golden frame.
The doors closed with some cheery background music “Here’s the plan, I get the information from Blisk and I want you to just…stand there and look pretty” Emma explained, Kenneth gave her a nasty look and said “Whatever, but no fucking in there” Emma put her hand over her mouth and laughed. The elevator stopped, they both walked down to room 175 and knocked on the door, a man dressed in his uniform stood there staring at Emma and Kenneth “…Can I help you?” he asked scratching the back of his head, Emma walked right up in his face and began to say very seductively “You can help me” she pulled on his tie and walked into his room closing the door behind her. “Right ok ill just…get a soda” Kenneth said strutting over to the machine. Several minutes later Emma stepped out of the room straightening her hair, she holds out her hand and reveals a key “To the Brooklyn’s cell” Kenneth opened his mouth to ask something but Emma answered the question before he even asked it “No I didn’t, I shot him and it took me awhile to find the key” Kenneth retorted “Yea I bet you shot him.” They walked out the casino Emma’s dress flowing in the wind and Kenneth’s head shinning I the sun.
Breakout city
Brooklyn lay down in his cell and began to count the little dots on the ceiling to pass the time away. There was a knock at the door followed by a scraping across the floor that was a dish of food coming in for him to eat “Eat up Maggot.” Brooklyn walked over to the bowel of food “Charming, mashed potatoes and not sure what that is, ill pass” he declined the offer and throwing the dish at the door. The cell was cold and dark, the only flicker of light was that from the hallway, a toilet and a mattress were the only signs of any humans life in the cell. Brooklyn sits on the mattress and begins to sleep the time away. It was only a matter of time before they had another interrogation round, Brooklyn knew it, he wasn’t sure he could control himself from his lust for killing. It was perfect in a room with one police officer and no cameras, a perfect chance to rip someone’s throat out and start an escape, the worst case scenario wouldn’t be pretty though. “I wonder what everyone doing right now…”
Kenneth and Emma walked down the street, Emma began to talk “So we have a new rendezvous point” “I take it that’s where we’re goin now then?” Kenneth replied “Yup that’s right Kenneth.” The sun was just setting behind the colossal buildings an both Kenneth and Emma had arrived at the new hideout, it was a mechanics shop with several car garages. A squeaky sound comes from inside and out from the office roles Johnny in his temporary wheel chair, there was a long silence as the wind kicked up some dust “What the hell ya starin at Kenneth aint ya never seen a cripple before?!?!” Kenneth burst out in laughter with Johnny “Its been awhile Johnny” Kenneth tries to say through his laughter “How ya been?” “Aside from bein temporarily numb in my legs, im tip top, but lets get back down to brass. Brooklyn’s being held in the police station a couple of blocks away, plan is we go in there a break him out, guns blazing” Johnny sets down the plan. “Sorry I don’t agree with that, it would cause a lot less collateral damage if we can get one of us in there undercover and sneak him out” “You suck the fun out of everything” Kenneth moaned. “Never the less she is right, Kenneth its gotta be you” “Why me” “Well for one im in a fuckin wheelchair and Emma just isn’t officer material, no offence Emma” “None taken” she replied quickly. “Ok Kenneth, I want you to break Brooklyn out, you’ll find your uniform in the locker over there” Johnny finished his sentence and pointed to a rusty locker.
The sun was setting in the distance, the police station was quiet not a sound could be heard. Brooklyn had been in for another round of the officers “Interrogation techniques”. His face was bruised and the area around his nose was stained in blood, Brooklyn clenched his fists together tightly, then slowly released them from his vice like grip, starring at his hands he slowly closed his eyes and feel asleep. A figure walks down the holding cell halls carrying a set of keys glistening in the last little flicker of sunlight. A key crunched into the holding cells lock, Brooklyn’s cell door opened. “Who’s that” murmured Brooklyn in a weak voice “Your worst nightmare” the man burst out laughing “Na im kiddin its me brother” Brooklyn limped to his feet “Kenneth…damn man…you put on weight” Brooklyn laughs weakly “Shut up” they both laugh not realising how much noise they were making. “Come on lets get out of here brotha” Brooklyn puts his arm around Kenneth’s shoulder and begins to walk with a slight limp…”HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”
They both slowly turned around to see several police armed to the teeth. “Hey lads, behind you” they turned around and saw Emma holding a grenade throwing it up and down. “Bang, bang” she threw the grenade in the middle of the police, everyone tried to dive out of the way, the grenade exploded catching the officers in the flames and the big explosion. Kenneth and Brooklyn got up and followed the running Emma, “nice one Emma, you haven’t gotten rusty in your experience with fire crackers” Brooklyn laughed bobbing up and down as they ran. Helicopters flew over head of the police station “Crap we’ve got company” Emma said sounding worried, “ok lets head to the armoury and see what they have” they all ran into the armoury, not a big selection but some good choice firearms. Brooklyn picked up two standard issue pistols, Kenneth pulled out a shotgun from the stand and pushed several shells into it. Emma ran for the console in the corner and began to hack her way to try and find a way out.
A large explosion blew the front doors of the station off, several grenades came through the smoke and popped, unleashing a strong wall of cloudy gas into the room. Brooklyn limped over behind a table and slid one magazine into each of the pistols and waited for the sound of running footsteps “Emma what’s the situation on the cameras?” Brooklyn yelled across the room, “Its weird no ones coming in, no wait there they are, two on the left Kenneth”. Kenneth span out from behind his cover and fired into the two approaching SWAT, one of them grabbed his shoulder in pain the other one feel to the floor squirming In pain. “Brooklyn two to your right” He stepped out of cover and fired accurate single shots from each gun each hitting a spot that temporarily disabled the enemy. The barrage of SWAT stopped “Maybe they learned they cant come in that way”. Suddenly a long silence…the smoke began to creep past everyone’s feet, nothing, not a sound, not a movement, not a single footstep only a slither of blue and red lights from the cars and or vans.
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