This story was actually inspired by Still Bullet's review of Chapter 17 of Barney Begins. She said that Barney needed a break from all the action, so I wondered, "What if he was suddenly extracted from City 17 and put on a tropical island?" RESULT: ATTACK OF THE PLOT BUNNEHS!

"Barney! HELP! I don't have any ammo!"

I spun around. A rebel was charging down the street, pursued by four manhacks. He carried a shotgun, but he said he didn't have ammo. Pffft. Manhacks. I shot them all down in a matter of moments.

"Phew, thanks. Now can we go back to S29?"

"Aww, the fun was just beginning!" I laughed.

He just humphed and walked off. As he was passing an intersection, a bullet suddenly whizzed past his face.

"What was that?" He asked. A second bullet was fired out of a window. It connected with his head. The rebel flew backwards, halfway decapitated.

I frantically looked around for some cover. I saw an old, rusted car behind me. I charged behind it and looked at the window. Looks like a sniper had situated himself in that window. He fired at a metal lamp post behind me, in hopes of the bullet ricocheting in my direction and killing me.

I cam out of cover briefly and fired at the window. Another bullet was shot by the sniper, hitting the car's side view mirror.

I suddenly couldn't move. The world seemed to become dim. A man with a gray suit seemed to come out of nowhere. He had a huge grin on his face. "Barney, you have been fighting too much recently. You deserve a rest. And what better place to send you than a lightly inhabited tropical island? Their Pińa coladas are top notch, I gotta say. Seriously. You need a break. So enjoy the two hours I'm giving you to unwind. Laters!" The world faded.

I found myself sitting on a lounge chair on a beach. The sand was white and the sky was pink and it was all paradise. I was dressed in nothing but soft animal furs.

I looked around me. Two very pretty women were standing by me, smiling. They wore grass skirts and animal furs as well.

One was holding a half coconut with a reed sticking out of it. The reed was hollow, so I guess it was a straw. She smiled and offered it to me. I didn't know what to say. A few seconds ago I was fighting a sniper in a deteriorating city in Eastern Europe. Then this suited man comes out of nowhere and sends me to a tropical island.

"Excuse me, where am I?" I asked one of the women. She just smiled and adjusted my lounge char for me so that I was lying down

She motioned for me to turn onto my stomach. Both women knelt down and began giving me a massage. I accepted the half coconut. A sweet smelling liquid that looked a bit like melting snow was handed to me. I sipped it out of the reed. It was a pina colada, and it was top notch, just as the suited man had said.

I let out a smile and relaxed.

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As the sun slipped under the horizon, my massage stopped. The suited man (not suited anymore!) walked up to me. Now, he was dressed in animal furs as well.

"Kay, Calhoun. Two hours is outta here! Now I have to put you back into City 17. Not that I don't enjoy it. So I'm gonna just spend some time on this island 'til you get yourself into some deadly problem again. Peace out!" The world went black again.

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I awoke lying behind a car. "What just happened?" I asked out loud.

I heard a bullet hit the car. I would think later. First, this sniper had to be taken care of.

Once I had finally shot the right place in the dark window, I heard a scream from the sniper. I guess that was the end of him.

But something didn't feel right. I looked at my clothes and gasped.

THE END!

I'll leave it up to you to figure out what he was wearing!