Cool stuff on reading the next chapter! I'm still a wee bit nervous on writing, but I am getting more comfy as time goes on, along with trying to refine any edges on my writing.

For this chapter, try out BEC (Happy Birthday Bexy). Hey, it was made by the Living Tombstone and is a fun simple jingle, so I think you'll enjoy it for this chapter.

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The two blood-soaked men walked along the sidewalk, keeping their hands over their weaponry. It may have been so late that no one was out, but it never hurt to be cautious.

'It probably doesn't help that we wiped a whole gang out within the span of a couple hours, either,' the gunman mused. 'Gotta add that to my resume.'

"Hey Woolie," the masked man called to his partner. "There's something on your jacket."

"Yes, Matt. There is," Woolie snarked back. "A lot of blood."

"No, it's something else. Look," Matt pointed at his chest. Woolie looked down, only to have Matt's finger pluck his nose.

"Real fucking mature," Woolie remarked as Matt started to hyperventilate under his mask from too much laughter.

Suddenly, a yellow cadillac drove through the street and stopped at the two. The window rolled down to show a young man with brown hair that reached to his shoulders within. He wore two checker-patterned bracelets, along with a shirt with a purple mushroom and a skull and crossbones adorned on it.

"You up for a ride, Big Papa?" he asked from within with a wily grinning.

"You know it, you saucy son of a bitch!" Woolie replied giddily, opening the back door and jumping in.

"Please stop..." Matt muttered, climbing in afterwards.

"So I take it everything went well?"

"Where the hell were you, Liam?!" Matt spurted.

"You guys were taking a while, so I ran to the store and got some snacks," Liam said while digging into a bag of chips. "Shrimp flavored. Want some?"

"No!"

"Suit yourself," he curtly replied while shoving them in his mouth. "Anyways, you guys didn't answer my question: did everything go well."

"Depends on your definition of 'well,'" Matt grumbled.

Woolie scoffed. "Really, Matt? We got the job done, and neither of us were hurt doing it. How is that not well?"

Matt turned to Woolie. "Dude, that job was super anticlimactic! First off, those cronies were complete bitches! They couldn't aim for shit, and could barely fight! There were probably about a hundred! One hundred! Versus two! And while we're utterly amazing at our jobs and it's not surprising we won, it's still disapointing. Second, they called us 'Scrublords'," Matt visibly shook. "We're not the Scrublords, we're the Zaibatsu!"

"That's still up for debate," Liam stated with a grimace.

"I'm not finished! Third, even though they all sucked, almost everyone in there had a gun! All I had was a knife and an axe! How unfair is that?!"

Woolie shook his head. "Before we left, I asked you, 'Do you need a gun, Matt?' and all you did was reply, 'No, I'm good, Woolz! I'm gonna party like Bennett in there 'cause I'm a dumbass!'"

"I didn't say it like that, liar!" Matt retorted, watching a flash of anger go through Woolie's eyes before continuing. "I was gonna borrow Pat's shotgun, but he kept yelling at me saying I'd drop it."

"I can see why," Liam jumped in. "I mean, most of the scratches on your axe are from you dropping it."

"You don't know that! You have no proof!"

"I can look in your hands for evidence."

"Keep your eyes on the road!" Matt shook his head. "That's beside the point, assholes. Lastly, you got to take that elevator up to the boss. I had to climb 10 floors! Then we had to walk until Liam picked us up! Do you know how much that makes my abs ache?"

"You were the one who wanted to sneak up behind him through a backroom 'like a sneaky stabber', not to mention that you got to ride the elevator down. Hell, that's probably what held us up," Woolie replied before briefly pausing. "Wait, did you just say that your 'abs' ache?"

"Yeah," Matt said, completely undeterred.

"You don't have abs," Liam deadpanned. "Unless you count fat rolls as a six-pack."

"That's totally not true. Why do you think they call me Matt McMuscles?" he defended, trying to salvage his pride as Woolie started to laugh hysterically.

"No one calls you that," Liam cut in. "In fact, I'd dare to say that you weigh almost as much as Woolie and I combined."

Matt shot into a grin. "I don't, but even if I did, it would be sheer muscle mass."

"Whatever let's you sleep" Woolie simply said, calming down and diverting his attention back to Liam. "Hey Liam, where are we going?"

"Over to Pat's to get you guys cleaned for tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?" Matt questioned.

"Got a message from a man who said he was your employer earlier at the store. You know a David?"

"Yeah, that's his name," Woolie confirmed.

"Well, he wanted me to tell you two that after you finished your job, he wanted us to meet up with him."

"Where at?" Matt questioned, suddenly curious.

"At Silent Street in an old warehouse at 10:00 in the morning. He said to bring any other partners." Liam went blank. "Basically, Pat."

"Fine," Matt simply replied. "More jobs equals more money. I'll tell Leana that I'm at Pat's. Y'know, keep her from worrying."

Liam nodded. "Cool. Let's hurry before Pat opens the vodka. I don't want to have to deal with an angry and drunk Pat."

I'm sorry that this chapter is pretty uneventful (and quite possibly rubbish), but I did get a few character details out through their conversations and tried to make this as fun as possible. I'm still working on my dialogue interaction, so any comments would be appreciated. This was basically getting from point A to point B, but Chapter 3 ought to be coming pretty soon, so that's good.

Thanks for continuing to read this strange little word collection, and I hope to see you for the next chapter. Until then, cheers!

Fun Fact: The official currency for the Canopy Kingdom is "Bones." Expect that to be brought up a good bit.