Naruto's Rebel Yell
Chapter Fourteen: Witch Hunt
Disclaimer: I do now own the Naruto characters. My friend owns the plot. I do however type the story and post for him. Enjoy!
"Don't you dare turn your back on me vanilla!"
Sasuke had turned his back on T-Bar. "We need to go back to the city Naruto."
Naruto just stared at him. "Are you nuts!" he finally said. "Back to that town with maniac cops and dragons busting down walls!"
"The Nin is there," replied Sasuke. "I felt her presence earlier. Except then I thought the Nin was a he."
"Yaaah!" Waving his machete T-Bar charged both Sasuke and Naruto.
"T-Bar don't!" shouted Marcos.
But when he got to the two ninjas he suddenly found himself without a knife. It was stuck in the ceiling making a 'thrumming' sound as it vibrated back and forth.
"How did you do that?" T-Bar gaped up at his machete.
"They're super ninjas," said Marcos proudly.
"Super ninjas my ass!" T-Bar made a leap and pried his machete loose. "When I'm done you can call them plucked white turkeys."
"Thaddeus Bartholomew!" thundered Mother Maye I. "These boys are guests in our house. You put that knife away."
"Guests! Since when is whitey guest in our house?"
"These ain't the whitey you need to be fightin' Thaddeus. Now either put that knife away or get on out."
T-Bar glared at Sasuke and Naruto.
"Count me gone."
"Then if your goin' best put some pants on."
"I am Agent Dickerson," said Mr. Shaklmaty extending his hand to Bull O'Connor.
About time you showed up," said the Bull taking the hand in a crushing handshake. "Where's your partner? Bob was suppose to send two of you."
"Agent Hamm is indisposed for the present." Replied Shaklmaty. "Slight cold I'm afraid."
"A cold? Hell that shouldn't stop a fed. Follow me Dickerson and I'll fill you in."
They left the Bull's office. The police chief was freshly shaved and looked alert after having a sound sleep that night. The morning saw great bustle in his office. Men were arming themselves with BARS and recently acquired Thompson sub-machine guns.
"Got ourselves a good lead Dickerson." The Bull opened a door to a small, windowless room. "This bastard knows all about them commie spies."
Tied to a chair slumped a battered Hugo Ramirez. The harsh glow of shade less 120 watt light bulb vividly highlighted the blood around his mouth and the one eye that was nearly swollen shut.
The Bull snapped his fingers. "Hey Boy, this here is the F.B.I. You tell him what you told us."
Hugo spat out part of a tooth. "I didn't tell you squat you damn cop and you know it."
"My, oh my, what an ill-mannered bastard you are." The Bull connected Hugo with a round house punch to the side of the head.
"Is that all you got," Hugo jeered.
"Police Chief O'Connor," said Shaklmaty. "Are you sure he knows where the three fugitives are?"
"Sure I'm sure. A deputy found him in a bar last night drunk as a skunk. Kept going on about three white children and their strange behavior."
"I see." Shaklmaty put his suitcase down on the floor. "I may have something more useful Police Chief O'Connor." He opened the suitcase and took out a needle.
"What you got there Dickerson? Is that truth serum?"
"Something to that effect." Shaklmaty jabbed the needle in Hugo's neck. The black man grunted then he began to jerk violently. Spasms shook his body and he started to froth at the mouth.
"Dickerson, what the hell you give him?!"
"He shall be quite fine. 3-2-1." And Hugo became still, his breathing returned to normal and he looked at Shaklmaty and the Bull calmly.
"Mr. Ramirez, can you tell us about the three juveniles who visited you?"
"Yes," said Hugo. "They came to my house the other night. They were brought there by a boy I am well acquainted with, Marcos Insely."
"And where are these juveniles now?"
"I took them by boat to Marcos Insely's grandmother. The one they call Mother Maye I."
"Hot damn! Dickerson you need to give me some of that truth serum. That old witch Mother Maye I herself! She is a prime suspect in the disappearance of several of our leading citizens. Well all four horsemen of the Apocalypse is now going to descend on that miserable hag!"
The excited Bull burst out of the room.
"You did well pawn," said Shaklmaty.
"Yes Chess Master."
"If you continue to do well I may elevate you to Knight."
"Yes Chess Master. I shall be grateful."
Four large diesel trunks, surplus from the army, rumbled out of the small city. The trunks carried deputies plus volunteers, each man heavily armed. In the lead truck sat Police Chief Bull O'Connor and Agent Dickerson/Shaklmaty.
"You know Dickerson," said the Bull. "I'm something of a history buff."
"You don't say."
"I do say. And what do you have in them history books? Witches that's what! History is crawling with them. Old crones who just insist on upsetting the status quo. Therefore I say Thank God for witch hunts! See this?"
The Bull pulled out a pistol.
"This here is a Walter .38. Something a close friend of mine pried out of a dead Kraut's hand in the big war. He's dead now thanks to that evil swamp witch."
Bull O'Connor chambered a bullet into the barrel. "I believe it will be poetic justice Dickerson, when I blow that bitch's brains out with this very same gun."