Mr. Spiegel and Ms. Valentine run over to the bleachers of the main chapel hall as she reaches the unconscous Mr. Black first. "Is Black dead?" she asked as Mr. Spiegel pushes her out of the way and feels the pulse on Mr. Black's neck. "So, is he fucking dead or what?"
"He is not dead." Spiegel answered.
"So what the hell is it?"
"He just passed out."
"He scared the fucking shit out of me. I thought he was stone dead for sure." Valentine gasped as Mr. Spiegel stands up and walks over to a table.
"No. But he will be for sure, if we do not escort him to a hospital."
"We cannot take Black to a hospital."
"Without fucking medical, this man will not through the dusky night. Those shotgun bullets in his stomach and leg are my fault. Now while that may not mean jack shit to you, it means a hell of a lot to me. And I am not going to just sit around with my thumb up my ass and watch him prepare for his demise."
"Well, first things first, staying here is wacko. We got to book out of here." Ms. Valentine said.
"So what the hell do you suggest, we go to a fucking hotel? We got a guy who was shot in the stomach and left leg, he cannot walk, he bleeds like a sheep, and when he is awake, he screams in pain and complete agony."
"If you have any idea, spit it out!"
"Vicious could help him. If we can get in touch with Vicious, Vicious can get him medical attention. Vicous could get a surgeon to come and see him."
"Assuming we can trust Vicious, how are we going to get in touch with him? He is supposed to be here, but he is not, which is making me fucking nervous about being here. Even if Vicious is on the up and up, he is probably not going to be that excited with us. Vicious planned this fucking robbery, but he has got a blood bath in his hands now. Dead ISSPs, dead thieves, dead martians... Son of a bitch! I tend to doubt he is going to have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I would try and put as much distance between me and this mess between are humanly impossible." Ms. Valentine said.
"Before you arrived, Mr. Black was asking me to take him to a doctor. Now I do not like turning him over to the ISSP, but if we do not take him, he is dead. He begged me to do it. I told him to hold off until Vicious arrived here." Mr. Spiegel said.
"Well Vicious is not getting here. We are on our own. Now, I do not know a goddamn someone who can help him, so if you know somebody, call them."
"I do not know anyone."
"Well, I guess we have to drop him off at the shrink. Since he does not know nothing about us, I say it is his decision."
"Well, he knows a bit about myself."
"You did not tell him your first name, did you?"
"Yes, I told him my first name, and where I am from." Mr. Spiegel denied.
The two survivors theives give a long silence and Ms. Valentine gives a blank look to her partner as she screams out: "Why the fuck would you do that!?"
"I told him where I was from a few nights ago. It was a usual conversation, Valentine."
"And what was telling Black your first name when you were not supposed to?"
"He asked." Spiegel said as Ms. Valentine looks at him like he is a fucking retard. "We had just escaped from the ISSP patrol. He just got shot. It was my fault he got shot. He is a fucking bloody mess - he is screaming in pain and agony. I swear to the laughing bull, I thought we was going to die right then and there. I am trying to comfort him, telling him not to worry, he is going to be okay, I am going to take care of him. And he asked me what my first name was. I mean, the man was dying in my fucking arms. What the sam fuck was I supposed to tell him, "Sorry, I cannot give out that piece of info, it is against Vicious' law. I do not trust him enough."? Maybe I should of, but I could not." Mr. Spiegel shouted out.
"Oh, I do not doubt it was quite wonderful--"
"Do not fucking patronize me, Valentine!"
"One small question: Do the ISSP have a sheet on you, where you told him about you?"
"Damn right, of course."
"Well that is that, then. I mean, I was worried about a mug shot or bruised shot possibility already. But now he knows: what you look like, what your first fucking name is, where you are from and what your specialty is. They are not going to have to show him a hell of a lot of photos for him to escort you out. That is it right, you did not tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection?" Valentine asked as Mr. Spiegel started to get pissed off.
"If I have to tell you again to back the fuck off, me and you are going to go round and round. I do not give a rat's ass if you are a girl or not!"
"We are not taking Mr. Black to the hospital."
"If we do not take him, he will die."
"And I am very sad about that. But some thieves are lucky and some are turned to road fucking kill." Ms. Valentine said.
"That fucking does it." Mr. Spiegel charges toward Ms. Valentine as she turns toward him just in time to get clotheslined to the ground. The two thieves have a very ungraceful and realistic fist and kick fight. They go at each other like a couple of alley cats in a wrestling ring. "You son of a bitch, motherfucker!" Spiegel screamed out as he swings punches and swift kicks at Valentine.
"You want to fuck with me?! You want to fuck with me?! I will show you who you are fucking with!" The thieves end up on the floor kicking, scratching, and punching as Mr. Spiegel gets her in a figure 4-leg lock, making her scream and tap out. Ms. Valentine reaches in her jacket for her magnum, and pulls it out. "Say hello to my little fucking friend!" Mr. Spiegel sees this, and immediately let's go of her, going for his magnum. The thieves are now on their knees, with their magnum's outstretched, aiming at one another.
"Oh, you want to shoot me, you little piece of fucking shit?! Take a shot!"
"Fuck you, Spiegel! I did not create this situation, I am just dealing with it You are acting like an amateur fucking thief. I am acting like a professional motherfucker. They get Black, they can get you, they get you, they get closer to us, and that cannot fucking happen. And you, you motherfucking wench, are looking at me like it is my fault. I did not tell him my first name. I did not tell him where I was from. I did not tell him what I knew better than to tell him. Shit, half an hour ago, you almost told me your fucking first name. You, shithead, are stuck in a situation you created. So if you want to throw bad looks somewhere, throw them at a fucking mirror or stained glass window." Ms. Valentine said as she lowered her gun and walked toward Spiegel. "So if you want to shoot someone, put that gun up your ass and shoot yourself."
"You kids should not play so rough. Someone is going to start crying in agony." The two thieves stood up and they turn to see Mr. Shin And Lin standing by the entrance/exit, drinking their fill.
"Mr. Shin! Mr. Lin! You two alright? We thought you might have gotten caught. What the hell happened?" the two do not respond to Valentine's question, as they start walking around the chapel, checking it all out. Not looking at either Mr. Spiegel or Ms. Valentine, as they toss their wineglasses on the floor, shattering them to pieces, making the bruised up Valentine and Spiegel nervous as shit in a bucket. But Ms. Valentine talks the two assholes through it. "Really, how did you get away?" Mr. Shin and Mr. Lin continue looking at the stained glass window in complete silence. "You saw what happened to me, I found a hole and booked. Where is Ms. Tivrusky? We were hoping you three would be together. That was the big question we had, what the fuck happened to you two and Ms. Tivrusky? We were worried the ISSP caught you." The two still remain in silence as the examine bleeding heart of Mr. Black. "He got shot in the stomach and the leg. He is still alive, but will not be for long."
"Enough! You better start spitting it all out to us, assholes, because we got shit we need to talk about. We are already freaked out, we need you acting freaky like we need a fucking bag on our asses." Mr. Spiegel said as Shin and Lin look at their two bruised up partners in crime, then approaches them.
"Speak up." Mr. Shin said.
"We think we got a rat in the church."
"We guarantee we have ourselves a rat in the church." Ms. Valentine said.
"What would ever make you think that?" Mr. Lin asked.
"Is that supposed to be fucking funny?"
"We do not think this place is secured enough."
"This church is just not secured anymore. We are leaving, and you should come with us."
"Nobody is going anywhere." Mr. Lin said as he and Mr. Shin stop moving, silence takes over the chapel hall with Mr. Spiegel turning to leave.
"Piss on these fucking turds, Come on, Ms. Valentine we are out of here."
"Do not take another step, Mr. Spiegel." Mr. Spiegel explodes, raising his magnum and charging towards Shin and Lin.
"Fuck you, assholes! It is your fucking fault we are in deeper shit right now!" Mr. Shin and Mr. Lin shake their heads and calmly sit down looking at Ms. Valentine.
"What is this man's problem?" Lin referred.
"What is my problem? Yes, I got a problem. I got a big motherfucking problem with any bloodsucking parasite madman who almost gets me shot to death!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mr. Shin asked.
"That fucking shooting spree in the martian bank."
"Fuck them, they set off the alarm, they deserve what they got."
"You almost killed me... assholes! If I had any idea what type of men you two were, I never would have agreed to work with you." Mr. Spiegel said as Mr. Shin removed his glasses off of his face.
"Are you going to howl all night, little wolfie, or are you going to bite hard?"
"What the fuck was that? I am sorry, I did not catch that. Will you repeat that?"
"I said. Are you going to howl all night, little wolfie, or are you going to bite hard.?" Mr. Shin slowly repeated as Spiegel approached to him and Lin.
"So you want to get bitten, you pieces of shit!?"
"Alright you three assholes calm the fuck down and knock it off!" Ms. Valentine said as she pushed them away from one another. "I said cut the bullshit, do you think we are running a fucking playground here! Huh? I do not believe any of this shit, all three of you got twenty-five fucking years on me, am I the only fucking professional!? Fucking guys act like a bunch of fucking communists. You ever work a job with a bunch of communists? They are just like you three, always fighting, always saying they are going to kill each other."
"You even said yourself, you thought about taking them out." Spiegel said to her.
"The fuck you said that?" Mr. Lin asked Valentine.
"That was then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Shin and Lin are the only ones I completely trust. They are too fucking homicidal to be working with the ISSP."
"You taking their sides?"
"No, fuck sides!" What we need is a little solidarity here. Somebody is stabbing red hot dragon up our asses and we got to find out whose hand is on the fucking handle. Now I know I am no piece of shit... And Spiegel, I am pretty sure you are a good man... Shin and Lin, I am fucking positive you are on the psychotic level. So let us figure out who is the bad guy." Mr. Spiegel calms down and puts up his magnum and Shin and Lin return to their non-psychotic persona.
"Well, that sure was exciting. I bet you are a big Yojimbo fan, are you not? We are ourselves are too." Mr. Shin said. "I do not know about the rest of you, but my heart is beating fucking fast." Shin paused as he placed his glasses into his coat pocket, and the beating stops. "Okay you three, follow me." Mr. Shin approaches to the door along with Spiegel, Lin and Valentine following him with their eyes.
"Follow you where?"
"Down to my cruiser."
"Why?" Mr. Spiegel asked.
"It is a surprise." Mr. Shin answered as he walks out.
Three cruisers are parked out front of the chapel. Shin and Lin walk towards the cruiser they drove with Mr. Spiegel and Ms. Valentine following them behind. "We still have to get the hell out of here." Valentine said.
"No, We are going to sit here and wait." Lin said.
"For who, the ISSP?" Spiegel asked.
"Fuck no, Tough Guy Bower." Shin answered.
"Tough Guy Bower? What makes you think Tough guy is anywhere but on a shuttle half way to fucking calisto?"
"Because we just talked to him. He is on his way down here, and no one is going anywhere until he gets here."
"You talked to Tough Guy Bower? Why the fuck did you not say that in the first place?" Mr. Spiegel asked.
"Because, you did not ask us?"
"Har har fucking har. What did he say?"
"Stay put. Okay guys, take a good look at the big surprise I bought you." Mr Lin said as Mr. Shin opens up the truck of his cruiser. A handcuffed pedestrian in a red hat with the Pocket Monster League logo on it, wearing a blue and white vest, black shirt, green and yellow gloves, blue pants and sneakers, is curled up inside the trunk of the cruiser. "So while we are waiting for Tough Guy Bower, what do you say we have a little fun with this prick into finding out who the rat is."
"He is not dead." Spiegel answered.
"So what the hell is it?"
"He just passed out."
"He scared the fucking shit out of me. I thought he was stone dead for sure." Valentine gasped as Mr. Spiegel stands up and walks over to a table.
"No. But he will be for sure, if we do not escort him to a hospital."
"We cannot take Black to a hospital."
"Without fucking medical, this man will not through the dusky night. Those shotgun bullets in his stomach and leg are my fault. Now while that may not mean jack shit to you, it means a hell of a lot to me. And I am not going to just sit around with my thumb up my ass and watch him prepare for his demise."
"Well, first things first, staying here is wacko. We got to book out of here." Ms. Valentine said.
"So what the hell do you suggest, we go to a fucking hotel? We got a guy who was shot in the stomach and left leg, he cannot walk, he bleeds like a sheep, and when he is awake, he screams in pain and complete agony."
"If you have any idea, spit it out!"
"Vicious could help him. If we can get in touch with Vicious, Vicious can get him medical attention. Vicous could get a surgeon to come and see him."
"Assuming we can trust Vicious, how are we going to get in touch with him? He is supposed to be here, but he is not, which is making me fucking nervous about being here. Even if Vicious is on the up and up, he is probably not going to be that excited with us. Vicious planned this fucking robbery, but he has got a blood bath in his hands now. Dead ISSPs, dead thieves, dead martians... Son of a bitch! I tend to doubt he is going to have a lot of sympathy for our plight. If I was him, I would try and put as much distance between me and this mess between are humanly impossible." Ms. Valentine said.
"Before you arrived, Mr. Black was asking me to take him to a doctor. Now I do not like turning him over to the ISSP, but if we do not take him, he is dead. He begged me to do it. I told him to hold off until Vicious arrived here." Mr. Spiegel said.
"Well Vicious is not getting here. We are on our own. Now, I do not know a goddamn someone who can help him, so if you know somebody, call them."
"I do not know anyone."
"Well, I guess we have to drop him off at the shrink. Since he does not know nothing about us, I say it is his decision."
"Well, he knows a bit about myself."
"You did not tell him your first name, did you?"
"Yes, I told him my first name, and where I am from." Mr. Spiegel denied.
The two survivors theives give a long silence and Ms. Valentine gives a blank look to her partner as she screams out: "Why the fuck would you do that!?"
"I told him where I was from a few nights ago. It was a usual conversation, Valentine."
"And what was telling Black your first name when you were not supposed to?"
"He asked." Spiegel said as Ms. Valentine looks at him like he is a fucking retard. "We had just escaped from the ISSP patrol. He just got shot. It was my fault he got shot. He is a fucking bloody mess - he is screaming in pain and agony. I swear to the laughing bull, I thought we was going to die right then and there. I am trying to comfort him, telling him not to worry, he is going to be okay, I am going to take care of him. And he asked me what my first name was. I mean, the man was dying in my fucking arms. What the sam fuck was I supposed to tell him, "Sorry, I cannot give out that piece of info, it is against Vicious' law. I do not trust him enough."? Maybe I should of, but I could not." Mr. Spiegel shouted out.
"Oh, I do not doubt it was quite wonderful--"
"Do not fucking patronize me, Valentine!"
"One small question: Do the ISSP have a sheet on you, where you told him about you?"
"Damn right, of course."
"Well that is that, then. I mean, I was worried about a mug shot or bruised shot possibility already. But now he knows: what you look like, what your first fucking name is, where you are from and what your specialty is. They are not going to have to show him a hell of a lot of photos for him to escort you out. That is it right, you did not tell him anything else that could narrow down the selection?" Valentine asked as Mr. Spiegel started to get pissed off.
"If I have to tell you again to back the fuck off, me and you are going to go round and round. I do not give a rat's ass if you are a girl or not!"
"We are not taking Mr. Black to the hospital."
"If we do not take him, he will die."
"And I am very sad about that. But some thieves are lucky and some are turned to road fucking kill." Ms. Valentine said.
"That fucking does it." Mr. Spiegel charges toward Ms. Valentine as she turns toward him just in time to get clotheslined to the ground. The two thieves have a very ungraceful and realistic fist and kick fight. They go at each other like a couple of alley cats in a wrestling ring. "You son of a bitch, motherfucker!" Spiegel screamed out as he swings punches and swift kicks at Valentine.
"You want to fuck with me?! You want to fuck with me?! I will show you who you are fucking with!" The thieves end up on the floor kicking, scratching, and punching as Mr. Spiegel gets her in a figure 4-leg lock, making her scream and tap out. Ms. Valentine reaches in her jacket for her magnum, and pulls it out. "Say hello to my little fucking friend!" Mr. Spiegel sees this, and immediately let's go of her, going for his magnum. The thieves are now on their knees, with their magnum's outstretched, aiming at one another.
"Oh, you want to shoot me, you little piece of fucking shit?! Take a shot!"
"Fuck you, Spiegel! I did not create this situation, I am just dealing with it You are acting like an amateur fucking thief. I am acting like a professional motherfucker. They get Black, they can get you, they get you, they get closer to us, and that cannot fucking happen. And you, you motherfucking wench, are looking at me like it is my fault. I did not tell him my first name. I did not tell him where I was from. I did not tell him what I knew better than to tell him. Shit, half an hour ago, you almost told me your fucking first name. You, shithead, are stuck in a situation you created. So if you want to throw bad looks somewhere, throw them at a fucking mirror or stained glass window." Ms. Valentine said as she lowered her gun and walked toward Spiegel. "So if you want to shoot someone, put that gun up your ass and shoot yourself."
"You kids should not play so rough. Someone is going to start crying in agony." The two thieves stood up and they turn to see Mr. Shin And Lin standing by the entrance/exit, drinking their fill.
"Mr. Shin! Mr. Lin! You two alright? We thought you might have gotten caught. What the hell happened?" the two do not respond to Valentine's question, as they start walking around the chapel, checking it all out. Not looking at either Mr. Spiegel or Ms. Valentine, as they toss their wineglasses on the floor, shattering them to pieces, making the bruised up Valentine and Spiegel nervous as shit in a bucket. But Ms. Valentine talks the two assholes through it. "Really, how did you get away?" Mr. Shin and Mr. Lin continue looking at the stained glass window in complete silence. "You saw what happened to me, I found a hole and booked. Where is Ms. Tivrusky? We were hoping you three would be together. That was the big question we had, what the fuck happened to you two and Ms. Tivrusky? We were worried the ISSP caught you." The two still remain in silence as the examine bleeding heart of Mr. Black. "He got shot in the stomach and the leg. He is still alive, but will not be for long."
"Enough! You better start spitting it all out to us, assholes, because we got shit we need to talk about. We are already freaked out, we need you acting freaky like we need a fucking bag on our asses." Mr. Spiegel said as Shin and Lin look at their two bruised up partners in crime, then approaches them.
"Speak up." Mr. Shin said.
"We think we got a rat in the church."
"We guarantee we have ourselves a rat in the church." Ms. Valentine said.
"What would ever make you think that?" Mr. Lin asked.
"Is that supposed to be fucking funny?"
"We do not think this place is secured enough."
"This church is just not secured anymore. We are leaving, and you should come with us."
"Nobody is going anywhere." Mr. Lin said as he and Mr. Shin stop moving, silence takes over the chapel hall with Mr. Spiegel turning to leave.
"Piss on these fucking turds, Come on, Ms. Valentine we are out of here."
"Do not take another step, Mr. Spiegel." Mr. Spiegel explodes, raising his magnum and charging towards Shin and Lin.
"Fuck you, assholes! It is your fucking fault we are in deeper shit right now!" Mr. Shin and Mr. Lin shake their heads and calmly sit down looking at Ms. Valentine.
"What is this man's problem?" Lin referred.
"What is my problem? Yes, I got a problem. I got a big motherfucking problem with any bloodsucking parasite madman who almost gets me shot to death!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mr. Shin asked.
"That fucking shooting spree in the martian bank."
"Fuck them, they set off the alarm, they deserve what they got."
"You almost killed me... assholes! If I had any idea what type of men you two were, I never would have agreed to work with you." Mr. Spiegel said as Mr. Shin removed his glasses off of his face.
"Are you going to howl all night, little wolfie, or are you going to bite hard?"
"What the fuck was that? I am sorry, I did not catch that. Will you repeat that?"
"I said. Are you going to howl all night, little wolfie, or are you going to bite hard.?" Mr. Shin slowly repeated as Spiegel approached to him and Lin.
"So you want to get bitten, you pieces of shit!?"
"Alright you three assholes calm the fuck down and knock it off!" Ms. Valentine said as she pushed them away from one another. "I said cut the bullshit, do you think we are running a fucking playground here! Huh? I do not believe any of this shit, all three of you got twenty-five fucking years on me, am I the only fucking professional!? Fucking guys act like a bunch of fucking communists. You ever work a job with a bunch of communists? They are just like you three, always fighting, always saying they are going to kill each other."
"You even said yourself, you thought about taking them out." Spiegel said to her.
"The fuck you said that?" Mr. Lin asked Valentine.
"That was then. That time has passed. Right now, Mr. Shin and Lin are the only ones I completely trust. They are too fucking homicidal to be working with the ISSP."
"You taking their sides?"
"No, fuck sides!" What we need is a little solidarity here. Somebody is stabbing red hot dragon up our asses and we got to find out whose hand is on the fucking handle. Now I know I am no piece of shit... And Spiegel, I am pretty sure you are a good man... Shin and Lin, I am fucking positive you are on the psychotic level. So let us figure out who is the bad guy." Mr. Spiegel calms down and puts up his magnum and Shin and Lin return to their non-psychotic persona.
"Well, that sure was exciting. I bet you are a big Yojimbo fan, are you not? We are ourselves are too." Mr. Shin said. "I do not know about the rest of you, but my heart is beating fucking fast." Shin paused as he placed his glasses into his coat pocket, and the beating stops. "Okay you three, follow me." Mr. Shin approaches to the door along with Spiegel, Lin and Valentine following him with their eyes.
"Follow you where?"
"Down to my cruiser."
"Why?" Mr. Spiegel asked.
"It is a surprise." Mr. Shin answered as he walks out.
Three cruisers are parked out front of the chapel. Shin and Lin walk towards the cruiser they drove with Mr. Spiegel and Ms. Valentine following them behind. "We still have to get the hell out of here." Valentine said.
"No, We are going to sit here and wait." Lin said.
"For who, the ISSP?" Spiegel asked.
"Fuck no, Tough Guy Bower." Shin answered.
"Tough Guy Bower? What makes you think Tough guy is anywhere but on a shuttle half way to fucking calisto?"
"Because we just talked to him. He is on his way down here, and no one is going anywhere until he gets here."
"You talked to Tough Guy Bower? Why the fuck did you not say that in the first place?" Mr. Spiegel asked.
"Because, you did not ask us?"
"Har har fucking har. What did he say?"
"Stay put. Okay guys, take a good look at the big surprise I bought you." Mr Lin said as Mr. Shin opens up the truck of his cruiser. A handcuffed pedestrian in a red hat with the Pocket Monster League logo on it, wearing a blue and white vest, black shirt, green and yellow gloves, blue pants and sneakers, is curled up inside the trunk of the cruiser. "So while we are waiting for Tough Guy Bower, what do you say we have a little fun with this prick into finding out who the rat is."