“YO! Did you see that! I was all BLAM and ‘Get your head DOWN MUTHA and then BOOM! Botch was down I was all “Drop that shit or yer NEXT and, “
“Ya Teddy, we was there and we saw. You da man, Teddy, you da man,” chuckles Bruce, and Ike and Mike join in.
From the driver’s seat Liam shouts back, “Keep it down, we ain’t in the clear yet. And keep that Doc down too. Teddy, watch him.”
Beside Liam, Gavyn snorts. Bruce smiles again. They were made men, at last. That Yank with his cred and his gear have made the Sagolada Sixs players. And it felt good.
As the drive went on and the drugs wore off, the boys started to relax and to plan for their future for real for perhaps the first time.
“I say we take it to 9-ers. Those flat tops have been disrepectin’ us since day one and now we can BLAM! Take those MUTHAS DOWN!!”
“Shut the hell up Teddy. God, Liam you need to shut your baby brother up before Ike does,” Bruce yells up.
“Shut the HELL UP Teddy! FAACK you go on like a botch!” Liam has never handled come down well and Teddy knows he is in for a pounding if he doesn’t shut it, but being Teddy …
“Ya but A’m just sayin that they need to be taken down and now we can. Especially that PIG FRANCO!!”
“What about jewelry stores or banks?” Gavyn muses. “With these flash bangs, we can toss a couple in, grab the goods and be gone before their ears stop ringing. We can make some serious dough quick, upgrade our gear and join a real outfit. Then we can take it to the pig Franco and his 9-ers.”
Mike and Ike nod as Gavyn’s idea takes hold.
“In fact,” Gavyn starts, “ I know just th”
“FAACK!! Look out!!” Screams Liam as a van swerves into their lane cutting them off and forcing them into the guardrail.
“Hang on!” yells Gavin as he slams on the brakes and turns the van.
Everyone is thrown everywhere and the gear goes flying but Gavyn manages to stop the van without crashing. As everyone starts to get themselves together, it all goes south.
Before Bruce can even do more than stand. A burst of gunfire rips through the driver’s side door and Gavyn’s plans are drowned in a sea of blood.
Liam turns to shout something but before he can make a sound, his chest explodes like a dropped melon.
Somehow Teddy has gotten behind the Doc and has a gun pointed at his head and starts yelling,”You MUTHAS! Let us walk or the Doc is gonna get it!”
Teddy is shaking so bad Bruce can’t imagine how the gun hasn’t gone off yet. Mike takes a position on the wall of the van facing the front while Bruce and Ike flank the back door. No one has much of a plan for getting out of the van and, with Liam and Gavyn dead, no one is there to tell them what to do.
From outside a calm cold voice shouts out, “One chance! Release Winston, drop your weapons and come out.”
Teddy’s eyes bulge and he opens his mouth to yell something as his finger begins to tighten on the trigger but before he can do more than that, Teddy’s head all but explodes and coats the back of the van in blood, bone and brain.
As Bruce is trying to clear his eyes and face, Mike yells out about being hit. Faack this! “We are coming out,”yells Bruce. “Don’t shoot!”
“Hands high and slow, boys. Nice and easy.”
As Ike and Bruce come around the back, Ike about loses his shite and Bruce pales and starts to tremble. Mike just collapses flat – fainted!
“Ho Lee Fa aak,” stammers Ike, “Please don’t let that be them. Please oh PLEASE don’t let it be them!”
“I do believe they recognize you, Andre. How gratifying. No need for tedious threats or thumbscrews. Delightful! We will be back before Tea,” says a puny little shite carrying the biggest goddamn gun Bruce had ever seen. How in the hell can such a puny little faack like him even lift that gun – it’s twice the size of him for cripes sake!
Then the accent registers.
Ike pisses his pants and Bruce starts to hyperventilate. Bruce looks at the Bulldog and sees the drones getting back while the turret swivels and seems to look right at him.
“Now boys,” says Andre affably, “it seems that maybe you have hears of us as my friend suggests. This is good.”
But then his eyes turn flat, his gun rises and any semblance of kindness is replaced by a snarl, “You have 3. Talk. 1 ..”
Ike stands stunned unable to even blink, let alone take. It takes Bruce a time or two to get going but the story comes out. The Yank, the gear, the grab, and the plan. Wait for the commlink to give the destination.
As the story comes out, an Orc takes the Doc and sets puts him in the Bulldog. Andre seems satisfied with the story, which is good there is only one way that this ends if they are not, thinks Bruce.
Before they go, the British BFG guy turns back to them and addresses Burce.
“You know what? I think I like you guys. You did your job, no one got hurt more than they needed to and you showed uncommonly good sense in recognizing you were over matched. Despite the deaths of your erstwhile companions, you seem to be showing considerable fortitude in dealing with the loss, though it may just be shock, and you have cooperated and shown yourselves to be of strong character and flexible morality. We need men like you, so I have a proposition.”
He pulls out a credit stick and after a few seconds of playing with his comlink, tosses it to Bruce.
“Here is 1500 nuyen and an address. Get yourselves cleaned up, get some food and rest and be at that address at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon if you are interested in doing something useful with your lives. Or don’t. Up to you. Just remember, the next time we meet, I will be either standing beside you, or above your corpse. Choose your future wisely. Now go.”
Bruce and Ike grab Mike and begin to haul ass as the van peals away.
“Waa – waa – wat the HELL was that?!” Ike finally gets out. Di- did he just offer us a job!?”
“Ya,” Bruce replies nodding, “I think he just did.”
“Wat are we gonna do? I ain’t crossin them, nu uh. You know who they are? Wat are we gonna do? The 9-ers’ll come for us now. Wat are we gonna do!”
“I gotta think Ike, I gotta think” but in his mind, Bruce is pretty sure there is a way out and he twirls the credstick as they move on.