Chapter 10: Sam
"THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" Yelled a man with a robust voice to some mobs. They were in some kind of office where a tiny man was sitting at his desk on a big chair, yelling at his henchmen.
"I'm sorry boss, but there was nothing that we could do. The police had already sealed the area when we arrived." one of the mobs said to the little man.
The boss where a half as tall as the men he yelled at. He where in a black mob sport jacket. He had a huge red bear, very thick eyebrows and green eyes.
"Ah am Yosemite Sam. Do ya think I accept excuses?! I thought ya would now that better than anyone." He said while pointing at the mob I front of him.
The mobs (especially the one Sam pointed at) where shaking in terror because they now what Sam does to his henchmen when they come back from tasks with nothing but excuses. The mob Sam pointed at should once go recruit some street punks to the gang. It didn't go very well. Some cops found them and got after them. The mob manage to escape. When he got back to his gangs headquarters, he told the boss the bad news. When Sam heard the news, he was furious and the mobs got a huge scar by him as a result.
"Boss" The shaking mob said. "I'm telling you. Something awful happened to the men at the docks. We couldn't get close but we could see the police checking the men. Many of them had bumps and dislocated body parts. Someone had beaten the crap out of them. And if what I've heard is true, it wasn't the police that did this. They found them like this."
"It's gotta be the work of Rocky. That bastard has been trying to outrun me for years. And now that he has the weapons I bought, he is one step ahead o'me!" Sam said with the robust voice he had.
"I don't think Rocky's gang is behind this boss."
"What!"
"We manage to hear some of the rumors there was among the cops, and they say that not of the weapons in the cargo haven't been taken."
Sam rubbed his long red beard.
"Even that the weapons where not the primary goal, I'm still not convinced that Rocky is not involved. Maybe there was something else he was after. Yes, maybe his primary goal was to just sabotage the deal and finding out who my seller is. Well he isn't the only one who can play this game. Men, prepare yourselves. We're going to make an assault of our own."
"Boss. If I may say something…"
"NO YOU MAY NOT. If I say we are going to attack Rocky, then we are going to attack Rocky. Send the message to Smith and Canasta. Tell them that playtime is over. It's time to kill."
One of the mobs was going to the door and leave the room on order to give the message. But the second he reached his hand after the door handle, it was forced open by a mob from the other side. The first mob got the door right in the head, and then he was lying on the floor seeing stars.
"Boss." The mobs who just entered the room yelled.
"What the hell do ya think ya're doing. Just crashing in to my room like that. Ya better have a good reason."
The mob was quiet for some time and shaking. Then he began to speak.
"It's Smith and Canasta boss. They've been kidnapped."
Sam looked like someone who was about to explode in rage.
"THEY'VE BEEN WHAT!"