Chapter 7-Rescue
Bovines aren't typically recognized as snipers.
"Look." said Daisy. pointing at the TV in worry.
The evening news was on, along with longtime news anchor Hilly Burford.
"Howdy folks," greeted the classical newsanchor, "Hilly Burford here, Channel 8 news. Reports have gone out over a hostage situation at the Slug n' Grub Biker Bar. A young wannabe biker has apparently been taken hostage by the local biker gang known as the Grasseaters. They're armed to the teeth with guns that I can't even name! Also, the Authorities are helpless considering they're all at the Big Fatass Donut Eater Festival." Hilly looked down at the paper, "Have I read that right? Are we even allowed to say this? Oh well, anyway. It seems like it may be a long time before the hostage gets rescued, if he's not killed by then."
The bovines turned away from the T.V.
"Could it be Otis?" DJ asked with worry
"I'd bet it is," said Drake, "Wannabe biker, held out, sounds like the egotistical bloke got way in over his head."
"I saw his bike during the report," said Miller, "Syn suka. He never should've left the Barnyard with that jacket."
"We have to rescue him." said DJ, "He's Ben's son, and a good friend of mine."
"You really want to rescue him after his little hissy fit?" asked Drake, annoyed "How do you know he won't twist the story to sound like he rescued himself?"
"Because," said Miller with a grin, "He's probably crying and whimpering like a baby. He hasn't had a gun pointed at him before, so he's scared crapless."
"Alright," said Drake, who was now thinking, "SO we'll need lots of equipment, who has the biggest build of the three of us?"
All four instantly looked at Miller.
Miller was bigger than Igg had been, broader shoulders and bigger chest. He was the most brawny, beefiest bull the Barnyard had ever seen.
"Really?" Miller asked sarcastically
"Yes." said Drake
"You know," said Miller, "Would it not be easier for me just to pick them off?"
He held up his M40A1.
DJ and Drake studied it, but then shook their heads.
"We can't kill anyone." said DJ.
"And the noise will attract attention." said Drake.
"Ok," said Miller, "What about my silenced L96A1?"
Drake looked at him. "You want to just do this mission yourself wouldn't you?"
"It would ease my mind." said Miller
"Fine." said Drake,
Daisy, who had been listening quietly the whole time, finally spoke up. "You want me to go with you, in case something happens?"
"Nah," said Miller and he kissed her, "this I must do on my own, without help."
"OK," said Daisy
30 minutes later
Miller was driving alone, no one riding shotgun or in the backseat. No one talking to him, or asking to change the radio, or talking on the phone. Except for the hum of the engine, all was complete silence. It had been a long time since Miller had experienced such a silence, and before, he had secretly hated this silence. Now the depravity of noise, and other living beings, seemed to be sort of a gift. SO much had went on in the Barnyard that, even though Miller was trained to think hard regardless of loud noises (he shuddered as he remembered that training), it was still hard to find that inner peace. One inhabitant was always doing something, or making noise, or cleaning, or talking in a foreign language that wasn't Russian. So Miller enjoyed the silence.
He drove on an empty stretch of country road, while the dirt tagged his wheels. Miller amused himself with the thought of driving a luxury car in a place like this. DJ imported all these fancy cars and always had to clean them or fix them. Dirt in muffler, mud clogs in the exhaust pipes. It seemed silly, but he did not bother to question the mindset of his brother. Still being fragile, Miller did not want to go through the repetition of emotional drama, which always seemed to happen if Miller was anything but less than completely respectful to DJ.
"YOUR DESTINATION WILL BE ON THE RIGHT IN ZERO POINT SEVENTY-FIVE MILES." the GPS blurted out in it's monotonous tone.
Miller sighed, and swerved the car to the dirt side of the road.
He parked the car and tipped his hat, thinking about what lied ahead. Rescuing Otis wouldn't be simple, but with some well placed shots, maybe…
WAIT A MINUTE. THIS WAS AN ORIGINAL EPISODE. COWS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO USE GUNS!
Miller did a double take. Yep, cows have no guns. Only the bikers did.
Hmmm.. now how to defeat them? Miller thought Ah!
He whipped up a human disguise, which consisted of shorts, and a tight shirt to highlight his muscles. He put on a hat that said BOXING CHAMPION, and then he got a pair of boxing gloves.
Honestly, where do I get this stuff? It just seems to appear conveniently whenever I need it! Miller thought, and in a fury of not being able to be armed as lavish as he used to, he shouted at the crew
"I BETTER HAVE GUNS IN THIS NEXT EPISODE!"
Yes Miller, you will have your guns back.
"They don't pay me enough.." he muttered, but proceeded.
So, Miller hid behind a bush as he surveyed the crowd.
Several bikers were guarding the entrance. Perfect.
"Haha!" Miller shouted, and ran up and struck a heroic pose, "He who thinks he's tough enough come fight the Barnyard Boxing Champion!"
All the bikers were interested, and they gathered in front of Miller.
"What do we get if we win?" said the bikers
Miller smiled and said "Me. Double the hostages."
The bikers smiled with putting double the money inside their pocket.
"And if we lose?" they asked
"I take the hostage with me." said Miller
The bikers smiled and shook hands, agreeing to a fair fight.
Outside. 3:30 pm
The bikers had made an improvised boxing ring out of their motorcycles.
Miller stood on one end of the ring, on the other was a biker known as Big Fist Lenny.
Big Fist Lenny got chains and wrapped them around his knuckles.
Unimpressive thought Miller
"Fight!" they all shouted.
Miller and Lenny approached each other, each making moves and trying to duke each other out. Finally Lenny made a swing, and Miller took one to the high cheek. But Miller was tough, and when Lenny snapped back to return his arm, Miller let loose a devastating one-two combo right to Lenny's face, and finished the combo with a haymaker right to the jaw.
Lenny fell with a thud.
Miller held up his fist, "Who is next?" Another one stepped in.
This biker, named Gavarro, went all out punches, Miller reeled back and let loose a heavy punch, which knocked Gavarro into a bike and out of the ring.
An old feeling was returning to Miller, a feeling that he craved. Brutal fighting, strength vs strength, it was so exciting and so pure. He wanted more, and started to get brave.
A biker named Jacob Bats came in with a baseball bat. He swung at Miller, then swung again, but Miller grabbed hold of his bat and with a fierce cry heat-butted him, his horns slightly impaling him. Another one jumped in, and Miller charged at him and just smacked him out of the way with one loose arm.
Miller went into a rage; all he could see was red. His bull instincts were powering him and strengthening him in ways unimaginable. One biker got picked up and tossed, and other ones were thrown into each other.
It was reminding of when Otis had fought the coyotes in the junkyard, same rush, same feeling, same… danger?
No, after what seemed like 5 minutes, all the biker's lay beaten and bruised. Some moaned, some cried, and Miller walked toward the bar to claim his prize.
What he didn't see was the head biker, who still carried a pistol. He lie on the ground but reached for his holster and pulled out the pistol, and fought through the pain and aimed the gun at Miller's head. Miller reached to open the door,
"LOOK OUT!"
Miller turned around and saw the gun aimed at him. The head biker fired, but barely missed Miller. Miller felt that bullet whiz across his face.
He walked up to the head biker and picked him up, choking him. Miller ran toward the restaurant and smashing the head biker's head against the glass, partially shattering it.
He held his fist, as if to punch him, just like Otis and Ben did with Dag.
"Never. Come Here. Again." Miller growled.
He dropped the biker, who just laid there.
Miller nodded, and proceeded inside the restaurant.
There sat Otis, tied up by the pool tables, crying miserably. is leater jacket was wet with tears and snot.
"M-Miller?" Otis yelped "You're here! To save me! Sweet cud I've never been happier to see you!"
"Hello, Otis." said Miller, and Miller untied Otis.
Otis hugged him, and Miller hugged back.
"Let's get out of here!" Otis said, and he power walked out with Miller following. The bikers still lay moaning from the beating, and Otis look surprised at Miller.
"Sweet cud Miller!" said Otis, "You did this?"
"There is nothing I won't do for close friends." said Miller, as they walked out of the parking lot.
Otis looked at Miller and admired him, but noticed that the Holstein bull still had bruises, cuts and gashes, all work of the bikers and their melee weaponry.
"You're hurt." said Otis, pointing to the injuries.
Miller looked at them, then smiled "Something for Daisy to do." he said
Miller and Otis got into Miller's parked car and drove off. Drove off to home.
