Last time our three favorite bounty hunters; Sally-Ann, Michael and Zack, realized that it would be in their best interest if they were to team up to catch and/or kill Olaf. They each told the others that they had seen other bounty hunters in Washington, some of them from rival groups. Realizing that time was short before the city erupted in violence from hostile bounty hunters, they headed over to Jill's place to wait for Olaf. Meanwhile, Man-Thing moves closer to Washington D.C. On with the show!

Chapter 10: The Sting part 1

At exactly 3:00 p.m. the doorbell for Jill's apartment rang. Jill opened the door to reveal Firefly/Olaf. "Ah, Miss Sparrow," said Firefly/Olaf, "As promised, here I am with my credentials." "Do come in Professor Firefly," said Jill in a rather cheerful voice that hid her disgust, "I thought we'd have a cup of tea while discussing the terms of business."

Jill showed Firefly/Olaf to the dinning room (which was next to the sliding glass doors to the balcony) where Laura was sitting with Violet. "Ah there she is," said Firefly/Olaf, "The one whose education is in my capable hands." "Yes," said Violet who was also hiding her disgust, "I'm looking forward to learning from you."

"Oh," said Jill, "This is an associate of mine, Laura Hurst." "Pleased to meet you." Said Laura as she shook Firefly's/Olaf's hand. "Charmed," said Firefly/Olaf, "You have such a firm grip for such a lovely young woman." "Flattery will get you nowhere fast," said Laura grimly, "And I need to hold onto you tightly in order to read your mind. It's him alright!"

From behind Firefly/Olaf stood Steve. He swiftly reached in front of him, grabbed his face by the chin, and ripped off the latex mask Olaf wore, revealing him to be Olaf. "You my friend!" exclaimed Steve, "Are up sh$t creek without a paddle!"

As Steve handcuffed Olaf, Max and Shawn emerged from their hiding places. "It looks like we weren't needed after all," said Max, "Good work Steve, you did what the FBI, CIA, NSA and every civilian law enforcement agency in the country couldn't do, you caught 'Count' Olaf." "It was nothing," said Steve smugly, "All in a day's work. Another day, and other sack of pig vomit that thought he was above the law gets busted."

Meanwhile Shawn was talking with Violet, "Are you alright?" asked Shawn as he gazed into Violet's eyes, "Because I would have never let him hurt you." "I'm fine," said Violet as she gazed back, "Just knowing that you were here made all the difference."

"How touching," said Olaf sarcastically, "Young Violet has found herself a champion. It's pathetic" "Shut the f#ck up old man!" exclaimed Steve. Jill then glared daggers at Olaf, "You actually thought you had me fooled, didn't you? Well let me tell you something mister; you are a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad actor!"

"What gave me away?" asked Olaf, "I always benefit from constructive criticism." "You won't need it for very much longer," said Jill, "First of all, I can tell if someone's wearing a mask from thirty feet away. Second, you used an accent that totally clashed with the look. You sounded like a New England school teacher, yet you look like one of the Marx Brothers."

"I always said you were a rotten actor!" said Violet happily. "This is but a miniscule setback, Violet," said Olaf, "I will get your fortune! You and your siblings shall suffer for this humiliation. Where are Klaus and that monkey of a sister of yours anyway?"

"Where you'll never find them," said Max, "And before you are sent to your fate, I've got a question; just what the f#ck is wrong with you? I know that a large inheritance such as Violet's is an irresistible attraction for a murdering con artist like as you, but why such persistence? What possible purpose could you put to that large amount of money?"

"It's relatively simple," said Olaf, "I want peace of mind. With the Baudelaire fortune in my pockets, I can disappear from the world and live out my life in peace and quiet." "Believe me where you're going," said Max grimly, "You'll definitely have peace, the tranquil peace of the grave. Violet? How upset would you be if tomorrow's headlines said that this pathetic excuse for a human being was 'Shot by Federal Agents While Resisting Arrest'?"

It was at that moment that Violet realized that Max and the others were going to kill Olaf. Yet, as Violet looked Olaf square at his unibrowed eyes, she felt no pity, no remorse, only a feeling of satisfaction that the one who put her and her siblings through so much misery was about to die. "I wouldn't be upset at all," said Violet, "Just do it quietly."

"That's that then," said Steve as he removed the safety of his pistol, "Congratulations Olaf, you're gonna die!" "You can't kill me!" exclaimed Olaf, "I have rights! I have the right to a fair trial!" "Your constitutional rights were revoked when this was issued," said Max as he pulled out an official looking document, "This is a copy of your official Death Warrant, the original signed and notarized by the President of the United States."

"Bet you didn't know that the President can order people to be terminated," said Steve, "but only three per term. But guess what? You're number two for this term." "Now," said Max, "I had recently learned of a most gruesome method of death; I'd secure an open jar of rats to your face, then heat up the other end of the jar so that the rats would have to eat their way out through your face, but I'll do as Violet asked."

He pulled out a huge revolver and attached a silencer to the barrel, "Quick and quiet, not that you deserve it." "Let's do it outside," said Laura, "I'd rather not listen to Jill complaining about us getting blood and bone fragments on her carpet."

"Wait a second," said Jill, "Am I the only one who hears that?" "Hear what?" asked Steve. "That sound," said Jill, "it's like a low flying jet engine." "Oh god!" exclaimed Laura, "It's 9/11 all over again!" "I can assure you Laura," said Shawn, "It's not a jet airplane that was hijacked by terrorists."

"Well that's good news," said Laura, "So what is it?" "From what I see," said Steve as he looked out the sliding glass doors, "It looks like four men in black jumpsuits, black motorcycle helmets, wearing jetpacks, and they're hading this way!"

Just then four men in black jumpsuits, black motorcycle helmets and wearing jetpacks crashed through the sliding glass doors, each armed with a high-powered assault rifle.

To Be Continued…

Note: If I have offended anyone with my reference to 9/11, I sincerely apologize, it was all for the good of the story. Next chapter, it's an all out gunfight in Jill's apartment. See you next time!