Alllllllllriiiiighhhtttyyyy!
Chibi-kun: LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!
Celes: *Looking as pissed off and threatening as she usually does* WRONG SCRIPT
BAKA!
Chibi-kun: Shuddap you wench!
Celes: Back off you freakin wanker!
Sailor Star Scream: *Multiple sweatdrops* Okay, can we dump some hormones here?
Celes: *Glares at Screamie before looking at Chibi-kun* Only if Liberacci does first!
Chibi-kun: Did she just call me the gay musician.
Sailor Star Scream: Yea. But ignore it. Everyone knows what I do and do not own.
There is a good chance that I'll have to bring some DBZ into this. Hehehehehe!
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&Farfarello's Office&
"Who was the job for?" Farfarello asked Trieze.
"New guy named Mamoru Calitri. They call him 'The Carpernter'. He's running all the
dark ponies down there now. He's a full-on, devil-came-down-to-Tokyo-Bay trip. He's bad.
Real bad."
"And this Calitri is the one after my brother?"
"Like stains on a mattress. You should know, I work for him. There weren't alot of opportunities
for a retired car theif on the gimp. He put me to work. But, I gotta tell you Farfarello, this guy scares
the shit outta even me."
Farfarello turned to the side in his chair, thinking to himself.
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&Calitri's place&
Nagi opened his eyes to see he was being handcuffed to the steering wheel of a car.
All of a sudden someone in a bulldozer pushed the car.
"What are you doing man?" Nagi shouted. "Stop! STOP!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Bridge&
Trieze's cell phone rang in his car. "Trieze Kushrenada?"
Farfarello watched carefully.
"Right." Trieze hung up the phone. He turned to Farfarello. "They have Nagi."
Farfarello's face took a determined look. "Take me there."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Tokyo Salvage and Steel (Aka Mamoru's Junk Yard/Calitri's place)&
Farfarello and Trieze drove up, and walked into the building while workers were working.
The sounds of a television set were heard. They looked up to see Mamoru Calitri watching a
baseball game.
"Mamoru Calitri, Farfarello Raines." Trieze introduced.
"They're trying...to learn your ways, understand your obsessions...but this baseball...it's
so bleedin' borin', idn' it?"
"Where's my brother?" Farfarello asked, slightly boredly.
"Farfarello Raines. Your legend proceeds you. Trieze tells me you're the best. After you left, all
auto-theft in the South Bay area dropped 47%."
"Where's my brother?" Asked Farfarello, starting to become annoyed.
Mamoru walked by some wooden thingymaboppers, and said "I'm proud of these, streddled chair from the
arts and crafts period. Mahogany table with cloud lift patton. Black walnut wine table. Metal's cold, ugly.
Wood's warm, clean. Provided by nature. To see a piece of furniture take shape is like watching a child grow."
Farfarello scowled, he was getting thoroughly fed up with this guy. I mean, who gave a fat damn about the compare
and contrast of metal and wood? He briefly wondered if it'd be a very good thing to Nagi's health if he used one
of those fucking arts and crafts period chairs to crack this guy over the head. He decided it wouldn't be, so he settled
for repeating his question.
"I asked you a question." He said as calmly as possible.
"They threw us outta London, threw us outta France. Here we are...flourishing really. Despite the minor inconvenience of
dispising everything about your country. On this list you'll find 50 cars, five-zero." (AN: OMIGOD MAMORU CAN COUNT THAT HIGH!)
Mamoru looked at Farfarello for a second before continuing.
"I need all 50 delivered to Tokyo Harbor pier 14 by 8:00 AM 4 days from now. I'm willin' ta pay 200,000 dollars."
"I'm not interested," Farafrello explained, exasperated. "I'm just here for my brother."
"Your Nagi came to me. He had streetcredit. The brother of the notorious Farfarello Raines. So two weeks ago I hired him. I advanced him
$10,000."
"Trieze told me. If it's about the money I can understand your anger. But that has to be settled." He set $10,000 in hundreds on the table.
"Ten grand, from me to you."
"I wish it was that easy." Mamaoru said disdainfully.
"I don't see the complication."
"I have 4 days to deliver 50 cars and I have no cars."
"Well that's another problem."
"It is another problem, idn' it? It's about me deliverin 50 top end cars because I said I would. Cause if I don't my South American friend goes somewhere
else from now on." (AN: He has friends?? *Goes into shock*)
He continued smoothly "And that's not good. It's a humiliation. Cause I'm the asshole who said I could deliver. Am I an asshole? Do I look like an asshole?"
Farfarello's eyebrows raised and he decided to be brutally honest. "Yeah." He said.
Mamoru threw the money at Farfarello. "I need that paper satisfied."
"I'm retired...and where the hell is my brother?"
Mamoru walked to the other end of the room and uncovered a coffin. "I made this as well. My first one."
He opened it. It was empty.
&Outside&
"It takes 80,000 tons of pressure to crush a car." Mamoru calmly informed Farfarello.
They could see Nagi in a car. "Nagi?"
"Who's there?"
"Farfarello."
"Oh shit."
"You okay?"
Mamoru nodded to someone and they began to crush the car Nagi was in.
Farfarello whipeed around and punched one of the guys, and pulled a gun on Mamoru. "SHUT IT OFF!"
"Turn it off!" Shouted Nagi.
"You have thirty seconds to consider your options." Mamoru said calmly.
"SHUT IT OFF!" Shouted Farfarello.
"One: You shoot me they kill you, your brother dies. Two: You lie, you take your brother and you run. I
hunt you down I kill you, I kill your brother and I kill your mother for all the aggrivation you've caused me.
Three: You take the job you steal some cars you make some money. You be a big brother."
Farfarello lowered his gun. The machine was shut off.
Mamoru walked by Farfarello. "8:00 am the cars are in the boat or your brother's in the coffin."
"FARFARELLO?!?!?! FARFARELLO GET ME OUTTA HERE!!! SOMEONE GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!" Nagi shouted from the car that was crushed
in halfway, so that the ceiling of it was so low, there was no real way out.
Farfarello calmly walked over to the car to start getting Nagi out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THAT WAS PART TWO!!!!
*Looks at her squabbling muses and sweatdrops*
....you win some you lose some...... *Sighs in exasperation*
The Screamaa,
Sailor Star Scream
Chibi-kun: LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!
Celes: *Looking as pissed off and threatening as she usually does* WRONG SCRIPT
BAKA!
Chibi-kun: Shuddap you wench!
Celes: Back off you freakin wanker!
Sailor Star Scream: *Multiple sweatdrops* Okay, can we dump some hormones here?
Celes: *Glares at Screamie before looking at Chibi-kun* Only if Liberacci does first!
Chibi-kun: Did she just call me the gay musician.
Sailor Star Scream: Yea. But ignore it. Everyone knows what I do and do not own.
There is a good chance that I'll have to bring some DBZ into this. Hehehehehe!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Farfarello's Office&
"Who was the job for?" Farfarello asked Trieze.
"New guy named Mamoru Calitri. They call him 'The Carpernter'. He's running all the
dark ponies down there now. He's a full-on, devil-came-down-to-Tokyo-Bay trip. He's bad.
Real bad."
"And this Calitri is the one after my brother?"
"Like stains on a mattress. You should know, I work for him. There weren't alot of opportunities
for a retired car theif on the gimp. He put me to work. But, I gotta tell you Farfarello, this guy scares
the shit outta even me."
Farfarello turned to the side in his chair, thinking to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Calitri's place&
Nagi opened his eyes to see he was being handcuffed to the steering wheel of a car.
All of a sudden someone in a bulldozer pushed the car.
"What are you doing man?" Nagi shouted. "Stop! STOP!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Bridge&
Trieze's cell phone rang in his car. "Trieze Kushrenada?"
Farfarello watched carefully.
"Right." Trieze hung up the phone. He turned to Farfarello. "They have Nagi."
Farfarello's face took a determined look. "Take me there."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
&Tokyo Salvage and Steel (Aka Mamoru's Junk Yard/Calitri's place)&
Farfarello and Trieze drove up, and walked into the building while workers were working.
The sounds of a television set were heard. They looked up to see Mamoru Calitri watching a
baseball game.
"Mamoru Calitri, Farfarello Raines." Trieze introduced.
"They're trying...to learn your ways, understand your obsessions...but this baseball...it's
so bleedin' borin', idn' it?"
"Where's my brother?" Farfarello asked, slightly boredly.
"Farfarello Raines. Your legend proceeds you. Trieze tells me you're the best. After you left, all
auto-theft in the South Bay area dropped 47%."
"Where's my brother?" Asked Farfarello, starting to become annoyed.
Mamoru walked by some wooden thingymaboppers, and said "I'm proud of these, streddled chair from the
arts and crafts period. Mahogany table with cloud lift patton. Black walnut wine table. Metal's cold, ugly.
Wood's warm, clean. Provided by nature. To see a piece of furniture take shape is like watching a child grow."
Farfarello scowled, he was getting thoroughly fed up with this guy. I mean, who gave a fat damn about the compare
and contrast of metal and wood? He briefly wondered if it'd be a very good thing to Nagi's health if he used one
of those fucking arts and crafts period chairs to crack this guy over the head. He decided it wouldn't be, so he settled
for repeating his question.
"I asked you a question." He said as calmly as possible.
"They threw us outta London, threw us outta France. Here we are...flourishing really. Despite the minor inconvenience of
dispising everything about your country. On this list you'll find 50 cars, five-zero." (AN: OMIGOD MAMORU CAN COUNT THAT HIGH!)
Mamoru looked at Farfarello for a second before continuing.
"I need all 50 delivered to Tokyo Harbor pier 14 by 8:00 AM 4 days from now. I'm willin' ta pay 200,000 dollars."
"I'm not interested," Farafrello explained, exasperated. "I'm just here for my brother."
"Your Nagi came to me. He had streetcredit. The brother of the notorious Farfarello Raines. So two weeks ago I hired him. I advanced him
$10,000."
"Trieze told me. If it's about the money I can understand your anger. But that has to be settled." He set $10,000 in hundreds on the table.
"Ten grand, from me to you."
"I wish it was that easy." Mamaoru said disdainfully.
"I don't see the complication."
"I have 4 days to deliver 50 cars and I have no cars."
"Well that's another problem."
"It is another problem, idn' it? It's about me deliverin 50 top end cars because I said I would. Cause if I don't my South American friend goes somewhere
else from now on." (AN: He has friends?? *Goes into shock*)
He continued smoothly "And that's not good. It's a humiliation. Cause I'm the asshole who said I could deliver. Am I an asshole? Do I look like an asshole?"
Farfarello's eyebrows raised and he decided to be brutally honest. "Yeah." He said.
Mamoru threw the money at Farfarello. "I need that paper satisfied."
"I'm retired...and where the hell is my brother?"
Mamoru walked to the other end of the room and uncovered a coffin. "I made this as well. My first one."
He opened it. It was empty.
&Outside&
"It takes 80,000 tons of pressure to crush a car." Mamoru calmly informed Farfarello.
They could see Nagi in a car. "Nagi?"
"Who's there?"
"Farfarello."
"Oh shit."
"You okay?"
Mamoru nodded to someone and they began to crush the car Nagi was in.
Farfarello whipeed around and punched one of the guys, and pulled a gun on Mamoru. "SHUT IT OFF!"
"Turn it off!" Shouted Nagi.
"You have thirty seconds to consider your options." Mamoru said calmly.
"SHUT IT OFF!" Shouted Farfarello.
"One: You shoot me they kill you, your brother dies. Two: You lie, you take your brother and you run. I
hunt you down I kill you, I kill your brother and I kill your mother for all the aggrivation you've caused me.
Three: You take the job you steal some cars you make some money. You be a big brother."
Farfarello lowered his gun. The machine was shut off.
Mamoru walked by Farfarello. "8:00 am the cars are in the boat or your brother's in the coffin."
"FARFARELLO?!?!?! FARFARELLO GET ME OUTTA HERE!!! SOMEONE GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!" Nagi shouted from the car that was crushed
in halfway, so that the ceiling of it was so low, there was no real way out.
Farfarello calmly walked over to the car to start getting Nagi out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THAT WAS PART TWO!!!!
*Looks at her squabbling muses and sweatdrops*
....you win some you lose some...... *Sighs in exasperation*
The Screamaa,
Sailor Star Scream
