An American Crime Saga: Part One
Hello, loyal readers! This here story is part one of a five part crime story… with Jimmy Neutron… whatever. Just always remember, Read and Review (Or I'll Stop Writing!!!)
Chapter 1:
"Ring! Ring! Ring!" The phone blared throughout the entire city home of former boy genius, James Isaac Neutron, or Jimmy as we all know him. Now, the reason I refer to Jimmy as a "former boy genius" is due to the fact that we all know him from his younger days. Jimmy is now 27 years old and is married. To who? Well we all know that.
Cindy… (or Cindy Neutron as she is now called!) is the typical wife, always controlling of the couple. Jimmy also now works at a local computer software facility, which he is of course the star programmer. He has not talked to his father in a very, very long time since Jimmy's mother died of cancer. Jimmy also has no children and remains in touch with good friends Carl, Libby, and Sheen.
Yep, life is good for James Isaac Neutron. But that is all about to change. Starting with this phone call.
"Hello?" Jimmy answered the phone, still tired having just woken up.
"Yo, Jimbo!" the voice on the other line screeched.
"Sheen, what inclines you to call at seven o' clock in the morning on a Saturday?" Jimmy asked with a hint or so of fake enthusiasm.
"Yeah, well… is there anyone else on the line?" said Sheen.
"Let me see…" Jimmy peaked out of his bedroom door and immediately saw a note left by his loving wife stating: Be back later, there is some leftovers you can heat up in the fridge… Cindy. "Nope, just us!" Jimmy answered .
"Okay, well, ummm…, can you meet me down by Sam's Ice Cream Parlor, Jimmy?" Sheen seemed nervous.
"Yeah, sure, but what's this all abou…" Jimmy couldn't finish, as Sheen had hung up after hearing the word, yeah.
"Sheen, what is it this time?!" Jimmy said to himself as he walked down his wooden stairs to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, which was covered with magnets and couple photos of Cindy and Jimmy, and took out some leftover lasagna. Yawning, Jimmy walked over to the dark brown colored micro-wave and put the lasagna inside, pressing 2:00 and ENTER.
"What is in the papers today…" Jimmy yawned and opened up the newspaper to the third page, Arts & Sciences. Skimming through the paper, he saw nothing of interest. After closing the newspaper, he noticed the front page headline.
DON MAXX LAZANO STRIKES AGAIN
Shrugging it of as nothing he should be concerned with, Jimmy walked out the door and entered his Maroon Honda Civic. Where was it Sheen had wanted to meet, Sam's Ice Cream Parlor? He pulled out of the driveway and turned left, on the way to the meeting point.
Jimmy casually walked in through the front door and looked around for his friend. Not seeing Sheen in the restaurant, Jimmy approached the register.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Sam Jr. asked. Incase you didn't realize, this is the son of Sam, the initial owner.
"Ummm, I was told to meet a friend here. Have you seen a Sheen Estevez?"
"Yeah, he's out back, just take the back door."
"Thank you." Jimmy wondered, why would Sheen want to meet me in the back of Sam's?
As Jimmy looked around the back, he was amazed to see about fifty men, all dressed in red and purple, the colors of the local street gang, Los Gatos Rojos. Each one was brandishing the typical gang pistol.
Suddenly, as if they had all noticed an intruder at the same time, they raised their respective pistols and pointed them at Jimmy. Jimmy, nearly soiling his brand new denim jeans, prepared to run for his life when a familiar voice called out for him.
"Yo, Jimbo!" Sheen welcomed his pal, " Baje sus pistolas!" Sheen told the gang. They all lowered their pistols.
"Sheen… ummm…" Jimmy was too shocked for words.
"Yeah, well, we are Los Gatos Rojos, or the Red Cats. You know, the gang." Sheen explained.
"Uh huh…" Jimmy muttered.
"Yo, you eaten lately, Jimmy? You don't look all too good." Sheen asked.
"Uh Uh…" Jimmy responded, remembering the lasagna he'd left in the micro-wave.
"Here lemme buy you a sundae, ¡Lance en chorro este hombre un helado con frutas y nueces, el hombre!" Sheen ordered one of the men. and the man ran out to buy a sundae.
"W..W..Why are y..you here, Sheen?" Jimmy said timidly.
"Well, I'm the leader of this here unit of gangsters, Jimmy. And to answer your next question, we need you here simply because we need your intelligence." Sheen explained.
"My intelligence? Why?"
"I just got word from Salvador Castillo, our leader, that we have insufficient funds to move the gang outwards and throughout the United States. So, I've been told to assemble a group that could pull off a history making heist of Retroville central bank. We need your intelligence to get us through this."
"How mu..much money?" Jimmy asked.
"About $300,000,000." Sheen answered.
"Whew! Ummm… I'm not sure about this, Sheen. I mean, I'm no criminal! I have a wife, a job! I..I don't even.. I haven't even.." Jimmy explained.
"There's $5,000,000 in it for you if you pull it off. That's more than enough to move you and Cindy out of the city and start a family in the suburbs. And I tell you what, you can even buy a ticket to hide out in some exotic country. Think of it as a three year vacation!"
"I'll have to talk it over with some people, first." Jimmy told him.
"Just call me with an answer, Jimbo."
"Alright, see you, Sheen."
"See ya, Jimmy."
Jimmy walked out of the ice cream parlor, forgetting to grab the sundae Sheen had insisted on buying him. He just wanted to get home, talk it over with Cindy, and sleep on it.
He had to admit, though, $5,000,000 is pretty tempting. He didn't see all that much wrong with committing one crime to save a future family from growing up in a crime riddled city.
Now if only Cindy would think that way…
So, how was it? Please review and be ready for about four more chapters of part one before I start part two. For now, just be patient and read more of my stories. Especially "Locked in the Basement", and most of my others are not for the weak at heart… See Ya!