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The Domino's Squad

We enter upon a busy street. The whizzing of cars flying by distracts us momentarily from what's really important. It's not the Wal-Mart a mile down the road. It's not the Burger King that happens to be the second Burger King in town. It's not even the $1 Jewelry Galore flashing brightly in front of Wal-Mart. We focus our attentions on a tiny corner of a lot sporting Pam's shoes and a piano shop. On the very end proudly stands a Domino's Pizza Parlor. The exterior is like any other Domino's; run down by the fierce competition of Pizza Hut and the convenience of Murphy's Pizza, but like all good stories that have morals to account for; it's the inside that counts…

Four employees of Domino's waited impatiently in the kitchen, drifting aimlessly around the ovens with pizzas cooking inside as they themselves cooked inside their grungy white uniforms. The emphasis for this year in the Domino's world was on crisp, uniformity. Along with the buzz on new movies such as the second Transformers and Iron Man, the employees looked more like clones ready for battle instead of young people working for minimum wage.

"He was specifically told to be here at 10;00. What is so hard about arriving to work at precisely 10:00. Or even better, he could have been here before; five minutes before. That's when studies, and professionals, and philosophers advise for new employees to arrive at work to retain a good reputation." Said the employee pacing between the swinging doors leading toward the counter and the public and the back door they enter through. After every cycle, he would stop at the back door and peek out the tiny window set in the metal.

"Will you chill, Echo?" Said another young man who was reclining on the counter, an action that happened to be a strict no-no in the restaurant. "He's already late. Don't bitch at him until he's actually here." Hevy, stretched over the clean counter tops, sat up and hopped down in one smooth motion.

Echo opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment their manager walked in. He should have known since Hevy went from sticking it to the man elevated above the floor to crossing his arms while standing solidly on the ground.

"Mornin' boys." Ninety-nine greeted the employees with a heavily Australian accent, much like their own accents. "I know it's early but…ah…where's Cut Up?"

"Late, sir." Echo interjected. Hevy and Fives were standing in front of him, so he leaned forward to make himself heard. Droid Bait was sitting Indian style behind all of them, not paying any attention, just looking up at the ceiling.

"That Cut Up. Well, seems you boys will have to make this delivery without him. Won't be too hard, will it?" He said with a smile. "Four strong boys like you."

"That's not gonna cut it when the regional managers show up." Echo murmured.

"Hey, guys!" Cut Up said as he threw the metal door open and busted into the room huffing. "Did I hear my name?"

"No. I said that's not gonna cut it." Echo said, we need to talk to you about that.

"No time dude! We gotta deliver this pizza in thirty minutes or the customer doesn't have to paaay…" He said the last bit in a whispered sing-song voice. He rushed around the kitchen like a missile, taking pizzas out and putting them in their card board boxes.

Hevy took the slip of paper out of 99's hand and saluted him. "Back in thirty minutes, maybe. Come on Droid Bait, off your ass."

"K. I'm gonna nap in the back." Droid Bait replied.

"Fine with me. Shot gun!" Hevy shouted, hefting pizza boxes onto his shoulder.

"Dammit, Hevy!" Fives exclaimed as he followed the rest out of the door. "Always calling shot gun, you bastard." He muttered.

"No complaining. Be a trooper."

Ninety-nine continued to hear the bickering until the engine of Echo's ancient, little car drowned them out. He shook his head. Somehow, he knew they would be his best team yet.

"So, the address is 320 Independence Road and the phone number is…"

"We just left the parking lot, we don't need to know all that yet." Hevy said. He leaned back in his seat with a hand on the Oh-Shit handle. Not that he needed it, he thought. Echo drove like a dead grandma. At least that's where he learned to drive.

"You know, Hevy, being prepared isn't always a bad thing. Go ahead Fives, read me that address." Echo said, methodically.

"Hey, Echo. How about going the speed limit; or five miles over like the law allows." Hevy said before Fives could open his mouth. Fives didn't say anything, just allowing the regular 'Hevy vs. Echo' bickering.

"If I was supposed to go to go 45 miles per hour then the sign would say 45 miles per hour." Echo said in the same teacher/student kind of voice.

It's damn annoying how he talks to me, Hevy thought. "Then you could go fifty." He replied. Keep your cool, keep your cool.

"No, that's not the point. Listen…" He pointed a finger in the air and opened his mouth wide to make Hevy understand.

"Hey! Independence! Right there, right there, right there, turn, turn, turn! Fives yelled pointing in front of Echo. Echo jerked hastily into the turn lane and made a quick left turn.

"Aaaaaaugggghhh!" Cut Up let out a high-pitched scream and threw his hands in the air. His fists thumped the ceiling. A bigger thump was heard from behind as Droid Bait rolled into the side of the car, not waking up from his nap.

"Three-twenty! Right there, right there!" Fives yelled again, pointing in the opposite direction. Echo spun the wheel, spinning the tires out and gunned the accelerator to avoid hitting another vehicle.

"Whooooo!" Cut Up yelled, now acting like he was on a roller coaster, hands still in the air. Droid Bait rolled back across the floor and hit the other side of the car.

Cut Up glanced at his phone. "Eighteen minutes. Hell, yeah! Let's go guys." He swung the door open and hopped out, running to ring the doorbell as Hevy hefted the pizzas onto this shoulder and also jogged to the door. Echo yelled at them as quietly as he could not to decimate the customer's yard.

"Shuuuush. They'll never know. Now, be quiet." Fives said behind him, playfully slapping Echo on the butt.

"Hey! That is sexual harassment."

"Come on, Echo. We're down to ten minutes." Cut Up said as he rang the doorbell.

Behind them one of the back doors opened and Droid Bait slowly crawled out. A man answered the door.

"Delivery!" Everyone yelled. There was a lazy delayed "delivery" as Droid Bait heard everyone else say it. Hevy lifted the pizza into the air and Cut Up and Fives posed on either side of him while Echo stated the amount the customer owed.

"There you go." Hevy said as he handed the man his pizza with a smile. They all returned back to the car. Droid Bait had just shut the door as the other four were heading back. He slummed back to the rear of the car, opened the door, and crawled into the back. Fives shut it behind him and then got in the car himself.

"Nice delivery boys! We did that in Arc Delivery Boy time!" Cut Up said.

"What the hell is an Arc Delivery Boy, Cut Up?" Hevy asked.

"I dunno." Cut Up replied with a finger on his chin. "I could've sworn I heard it somewhere…"