Chapter 7
Nothing much happened the next morning, just a Pokemon killed or two by Hank. What really was the highlight of their day was when they arrived at Celadon. Celadon City was the big city, around the size of Newark New Jersey. Krieger himself had been to bigger cities, like Berlin and New York City, but was still impressed. Roxy trained at the NPB compound in Celadon, so it wasn't anything new for her. Hank didn't like big cities. He had been stationed in Bangkok before and he didn't like it. Too many people, but Celadon was a lot nicer than Thailand.
Ash, Brock, and Misty just loved big cities. So many trainers, so many drugs, it was heaven. Though the one who was most dazzled was May, she was a farm girl her whole live. And the big city was a brand new experience for her. She got giddy at all the big buildings and cars and everything about it. After the gang got a few hotel rooms they headed out to explore.
Now Ash had been training up to take on Celadon's gym leader, Erika. She specialized in grass types, so Ash used his fire types to train and was ready to take her down. There was only one problem: everyone else wanted to hit the town. Oh well, Ash thought, The gym isn't going anywhere! So he and the gang hit the slots at the casino. Elvis Presley's "Viva Las Vegas" seemed to ring in everyone's ears. Ash was hoping to personally win the Pokemon Portygon for grabs if he won big at the slots. He, Brock, and Misty went to it to win big.
Hank and Roxy went for a quiet walk in the park. After a while they walked up to a young guy playing an old dobro. Hank stopped to listen to him play. The kid did a beautiful rendition of "Papa Played the Dobro" with his case open for tips. Hank quickly pulled out his wallet and gave the kid a wad of tens. "Man," the kid replied as he stopped, "I don't need that much! I have a job."
"You deserve all of it, you're playing incredibly," Hank said, "What's your name, kid?"
"Jimbo, or, James Haley, Junior."
Hank's eyes brightened, "I knew your father, I served with him in Nam, I'm Hank Anderson!"
Jimbo thought for a little bit, then smiled, "Yeah! He used to write about you."
"I'm sorry about what happened…"
"Don't worry, I know he's in a better place than this shit hole. I was pretty little when he passed on"
"Hey, take your dobro, we'll walk," Hank introduced Jimbo to Roxy and they walked together.
"So, uh, it's Jimbo, right?" Roxy asked.
"Yep, what's on your mind?"
"You're right out of the Army, you said?"
"Air force, for my dad really."
"Jimbo's old man was a good friend of mine," Hank told Roxy.
"Oh, cool! So do you live around here, Jimbo?" Roxy asked.
"Uh, I live around, I don't have an official 'home'. After I got out of Air Force, I decided to do a little soul searching, and here I am."
"Do you have anyone special?"
"…Huh?"
"A girlfriend, man." Hank clarified.
"Oh, nah, don't have time for that shit. I was born a ramblin' man!" They talked as they went through the park, a man riding a bike passed by them and a group of children too. Suddenly the biker got shot in the head with a large caliber bullet, causing it to explode like a ripe melon. The headless body stayed balanced on the bike until it went over the handlebars when it hit a park bench. Hank and Roxy pulled out their guns and took cover below the trail. Jimbo saw a little kid who got lost from the group. He grabbed him and brought him to shelter behind a large tree. Hank admired Jimbo's courage, it must have been from his father. Jimbo held the boy close as more shots rang out. They were aimed at Hank, not them.
Hank angrily screamed "Show yourself asshole!" Then a bullet ripped past his head. A responding shot rang out near Roxy and Hank. It was Jimbo with a huge Wildey Magnum pistol.
"I think I got him!" Jimbo said to Hank happily. After a couple of minutes without another shot, they deemed it safe to walk. The boy's mother found him and held him tight.
"Thank old Jimbo here, he was the one who saved him," Hank told the mother.
She gave Jimbo a huge kiss which turned him bright red. They all had a good laugh and left to meet Fleischer and May.
Fleischer walked with May to a large building. They went in and went up the elevator. "Where are we going Felix?" May asked.
"I'm taking you to your first hit," Fleischer answered. They went down the apartment's long hallway and came up to a door. "Get your gun out," Fleischer ordered and May quickly complied. He kicked the door open and inside there was a table in front of a couch with a whole bunch of meth lab equipment. A man on the couch looked up at Fleischer.
"What the fuck man?" He asked. Fleischer replied with a shot to the head piercing a hole in his head and an exit wound that sprayed blood all over the wall. Another man in the kitchen turned around to May, who shot him in the chest. She really underestimated the recoil of the Python, which almost flew out of her hands. The man stumbled backwards then fell backwards and died.
"Nice shot," Fleischer replied. Then a naked woman came out of the bedroom screaming with a butcher knife and charged them. Fleischer shot her in the chest which caused her to stop in her tracks and drop the knife. He shot her again and dropped her to her knees. Then Fleischer finally shot her in the head which threw her upper half back and killed her.
May was a little shocked at the brutality of Fleischer, but remembered his rule. He laid the "Death Warrant" on the table so the police could see it. Then they both left the meth lab.
Hank, Roxy, and Jimbo walked into the casino where May and Fleischer were waiting. After introductions they went farther in to find Ash and the others. The gang was at the bar and they all met Jimbo. But who else was serving drinks than Val. She was Hank and ran up to him, but when she noticed he was with another woman, she slowed to a walk. "Hi!" Val happily greeted Hank, "Remember me?"
"Oh, of course!" Hank remembered, "It's Val, right?"
"Yep! How've you been doing?"
"Pretty good actually, oh, let me introduce you to my girl, Roxy."
Roxy put her hand out to shake, but Val just looked at it and rudely continued to talk to Hank without acknowledging Roxy's good will gesture. "So do you want to have a drink?" Val asked.
"Uh, maybe later, I think we should go," Hank and Roxy walked out of earshot, "Boy, I don't remember her being so arrogant." Hank said to Roxy.
"Total bullshit!" She agreed.
Val was a little peeved at Hank and his romance, so she decided to look elsewhere for it. She saw Jimbo and decided to give him a try. "So," She asked him, "You play guitar?"
"Yeah, actually a dobro, which is a resonator guitar," he responded.
"…What's that?"
"It's an acoustic guitar that uses a different way of producing noise. You play it like a steel, on your lap with a slide."
"Lap? Maybe you can demonstrate to me!"
"…Sure, why not?"
"Okay!" Val was expecting some hot guitar player sex, "What kind of music do you play?"
"Oh, mostly traditional country, some older folksy stuff, that kind of music. Do you like old country?"
"I like hip-hop."
"…Okay. So where do you want me to demonstrate?"
"Oh, over here," she brought him over to a corner near the bathrooms, "This is my kind of country!" she unzipped his fly.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck you what do you think?"
"Uh…call me naïve, but I was looking forward to playing my dobro."
"God damn it! I thought you musicians loved one night stands!"
"You shitting me? You've got one thing on the mind!"
"Damn, fuck you guitar boy," she stormed off leaving Jimbo a little thrown back. "Faggot," she mumbled to herself. Now she was even more pissed off. She went upstairs to talk to her sugar daddy of a boss. After hearing her side of the story, he went down to talk to this "Jimbo" guy.
On the way down, one of the body guard with him saw Brock win big at a machine. "You'll need to turn that all over to the casino's affiliates," he told Brock, "First earn tax."
"What are you talking about? I won it fair and square!" Brock said.
"Sir, you need to turn in you earnings."
"Why?"
The body guard grabbed Brock's collar and jammed his CZ-75 in his face, "You'll need to…" He heard the click of a large revolver behind him, it was Hank.
"Let the kid go," Hank said.
The body guard did as he was ordered. Soon the others gathered around. "That one!" Val behind the boss pointed at Jimbo who was with the others having a drink, "He hit me and tried to rape me!"
"That so?" The boss turned to Jimbo.
"What? She tried to get me to screw her, but she walked away, I swear!" Jimbo defended, very confused.
"Well, I don't believe you."
"The kid isn't lying," Fleischer defended, "I saw what happened here and he did nothing to that woman."
The boss pulled his gun, "Now, I want all of you shits to empty your pockets and spread eagle."
"You think you're a fucking cop?" Roxy asked.
"You're full of shit," Hank growled.
"I said…" A bullet ripped through his chest causing blood to splatter all over Val. Hank turned around and saw Jimbo, standing strong and tall, Wildey in hand.
"I've had it up to here with all this bull shit," he hissed. Other body guards drew their guns. Hank and Fleischer defended their girls as they returned fire. They all went for cover except for Jimbo. He stood in the middle of the gunfight, without moving an inch. He was the one who shot all but one of the guards, who ran away. When the smoke cleared, they all saw him, fearless of death. Jimbo reloaded and let the other guard go; he had learned his lesson.
Jimbo turned around and saw the whole Gang staring at him in amazement. He holstered his gun and softly said, "Too many westerns when I was a kid," and while the others were still in defense, Jimbo went back to the bar and got his drink again. He grinned, "I think its okay guys," he said. They all went back to what they were doing, still a little skittish.
Flustered, Val crawled back to the bar and began to drink. Soon she was three sheets to the wind. Ash and the gang soon came up to the bar with the rest of the guys, nearer to Val. After a while, Hank and the rest of the gang left, leaving Ash, Brock, Misty, and a really drunk Val. She saw Hank's face everywhere. She could have sworn it was Hank who kept on buying her drinks. In all reality, it was old horny Brock. Val began to feel the floor move under her and began to cling to Brock. He knew where this was going. They left Ash and Misty and went up to Val's "Love suite."
Val nearly killed herself trying to strip for Brock, she pulled her panties down too fast and tripped herself over the open bay window. Brock caught her and pulled her into the bed. Brock had obviously set up his trusty camera overlooking the bed to get all the action. When Brock took his clothes off, Val couldn't keep from wondering how Hank lost all that weight in such a short time. Brock got on top of her and began the "pelvic thrusts" into her. They went faster and faster until they both climaxed. Brock got out and turned off his camera. They both had a couple of hits from the bong before going to sleep. Val never remembered Hank as a pot smoker, but she bought it anyway.
"I never would have known that you two are partners!" Fleischer said to Chet and Jimbo.
"Yeah, why didn't you tell us you were my buddie's partner?" Hank asked Jimbo.
"Well, I didn't think you'd care," he answered.
"Yep, now everyone, we've got to discuss a little business," Chet said as he pulled out a file from his coat, "We have incriminating evidence that the Rockets are dug in here, working all the casinos."
"Like the wise guys in Vegas," Hank replied.
"What are we going to do about it?" Fleischer asked.
"We're going to plan a raid against their main compound, Hank I called up your buddy Jaws and he's agreed to help us out" Chet continued.
"Great," Hank loved to work with Jaws, "Do we start at the compound?"
"No, we'll start at their casino, burn them out and find out where the main compound is. Then, we'll take them out there after."
"Sounds long," Roxy said, "We're doing all this tonight?"
"Tomorrow morning, around 5:30 before the sun comes up. Now, we should all try to get a little shut eye before we start, so I'm taking off," Chet left and soon the others left as well.
Fleischer and May were walking back to their hotel rooms when they began to talk about the next morning's raids. "May," Fleischer began in a serious tone, "I don't want you to come along with us on the raid tomorrow."
"Why not?" May asked a little confused, "Do you not trust me? Did I not do well during the meth hit earlier today?"
"No, no it's not that, it's because there's going to be a lot of people against us and I don't want you to get injured in the process. Besides, Hank would ring my neck if I brought you there with us."
"Okay, where do you want me to wait it out?"
"Well, how about you go over to Willi's and tell Willi that your Fleischer's friend, he'll take care of you."
"Willi's? You mean that hole-in-the-wall grease spoon we passed this morning?"
"Yep, that's Willi's! I'll come to check on you after the first raid, then come to get you when we're all done. Okay?"
"Sure," There was a short pause in the conversation, "Hey, Felix?"
"Yes?"
"When do you want to take me to bed?"
He sighed, "Why are you asking me this?"
"If you die tomorrow, you'll never know what it's like to be touched by a woman."
"Oh boy, you don't understand, I don't really care right now. I need to concentrate on the raid tomorrow, not on sex. Okay?"
"Okay," They got to their rooms, "Good night Felix."
"Good night May."
Ash and Misty decided it was time to go fuck. They went to their room and instantly began to strip. Misty threw Ash on the bed and tackled him. Like clockwork, they began to have rough sex, Misty was on top of Ash pumping her pussy on and off his hardened dick. When they hit climax, Ash pulled himself out of Misty and came all over her stomach. Ash wiped her off and they both passed out in a sweat.
Hank and Roxy walked back to their room. After they changed and got in bed, Roxy began to affectionately cuddle Hank. "Hankie," She asked, "Do you want to penetrate me?"
He paused, "I'm afraid to."
"Why?" Roxy stopped caressing and looked at him in alarm, "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to flash back again like last time, I, I can't I'm sorry. I can't."
"That's what happened?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"No, no it's okay, I understand. We can spoon tonight."
"Thanks for understanding."
"Anything for my Hankie," And they simply cuddled until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
