A/N: Disclaimer. Revenge and Reversal is mine, but Kim Possible and all the characters and places as well as events associated with the Disney Show 'Kim Possible' belongs to the creators of the show and the Disney Corporation and their lawyers. They can fight it out among themselves.
Now I don't make any money on this little hobby of mine, but I hope everyone who reads this tale gets some enjoyment out of it...well at least as much as I got writing it.
The credit goes to CajunBear73 for his efforts in making this modest attempt at defaming the Mankey family so funny so let's hear a round of applause for CB.
Next I want to thank EnterpriseCV-6, readerjunkie, Rye Bread, Earl Allison and CB73 for sticking with me and reviewing. I really appreciate this guys.
OK recap of last week's installment: Amy's little...OK not so little minions raid Yamanouchi again and come away with one of Fukushima's hands for some reason? Can anyone guess why? Also, Josh's cousin Buddy Klugg gets to take a nice vacation during the holidays. I hope he enjoys himself. Speaking of Mankey cousins, it looks like there's been more plantings. I hope that everyone is going to be OK. I wonder what am I forgetting? Oh yeah Tommy Wilson has flown to Saint Louis to move Hope back to Middleton. I guess for the most part that takes care of it.
Now I wonder what we are going to have this week?
Oh just a reminder, no bears were harmed in the making of this story...Snort, can't say that about ingrates.
ST-103
Revenge and Reversal
Chapter 25
Point Hope, Alaska:
"OH MY GOD! It's cold.", Buddy Klugg shuddered and somehow managed to squeal as he was pushed out the now open hatch, "Who are you people?" He turned around and tried to push his way back on the airplane as one of the masked men kicked him in the face.
"My friend, we are your killers if you don't behave. You have tried to hurt one of my friends. It was only because of a request that you are not worm food.", one of the masked men snapped at him
"What do you talking about? We were only going into that house to have some fun.", he winced in pain trying to work his jaw as he picked himself off his knees in the cold hard snow not wanting to confess the real reasons he and his cousin where in Tim Possible's house.
"You do not have the right to break into other peoples dwellings and have some 'fun' as you say. Just as your cousin had no right to pull a gun on Tim Possible and his wife. Count your blessings that the owner of the home didn't press for your demise. However if we ever see you in Colorado again your next abode will be a shallow grave.", the first growled wanting to kill this waste of oxygen use.
"But I'm a Mankey, the world owes us. That girl killed my cousin. She has to pay."
"You are a criminal and you are close enough to your own death to smell it. Be aware that it is not I who is letting you live still, but others. To see you still breathing goes against my better judgment.", the first masked man snapped, "If your family keeps that attitude still they will soon perish from this Earth."
"Do no evil here and you will survive. If you return to Middleton, Colorado I will kill you myself though there is a growing list of your potential executioners. I promise to accomplish this task slowly and painfully. The inhabitants here are my friends as well.", the second one told him, "I will not be merciful if you do not play nice.", he continued
"But where am I? Where's Hank?", Buddy asked realizing that his wet pants were turning to ice. (Ah yes, the soon-to-be-frozen yellow snow embedded in his shorts.)
"Your friend, Mr. George, is dead; one of my comrades nearly cut his head off. Count yourself lucky that my other friends didn't decide to kill you as well. In a few moments others will be here to pick up some cargo and your worthless self. There is no way out of here short of an airplane or dogsled for the next four months. Remember to behave yourself. You have clothing for this environment and some food, be glad we did not decide to strip you. You have your sidearm though we have removed the ammunition, it is also in the pack. If you behave and are lucky you may actually see the sun rise again.", the first one informed the felon.
"But it's cold here..."
"Too bad Buddy, you are staying here. Do not try to harm these people. They are my friends.", the first warned as three vehicles showed up.
Several men got out and removed the cargo and motioned to the ingrate to follow them. With a wave the two ninja climbed back aboard the air plane and closed the hatch. The pilot titled the wings at forty-five degrees and brought both engines to max power. In less than a hundred yards the funny looking aircraft was gaining altitude.
XX
In the meeting house, Point Hope Alaska:
"Who are you?", Buddy Klugg demanded to know.
"We are native Alaskans. Inuits if you know what that is.", Brian Strongarm told the visitor, not very happy with the thug's demeanor, nor with his own assignment to deal with the person in front of him.
"You mean Eskimos?", the ingrate replied.
"Yes we are, but we prefer Inuit. Right now you are north of the Arctic Circle. The closest tree is ninety miles to the south. The sun has been gone for two months and will appear again in about three. The rules are: Do not harm anyone, respect all who live here and commit no crimes. If you can't live with those rules then you will be banned from living with us. You will not survive long without the safety and warmth of our village.", the much shorter man instructed, "We know something of your past and we are watching you."
"You know?"
"We know enough. We know you have been in prison and what your 'rap' sheet says. We know what you did to be sent here. Know this Klugg, if you try that here you will be ejected from our village to fend for yourself. Where we are at home here, you are not. There are many things here that will kill you. My friends said not to kill you, but we don't have to, there are other things around here that will do it for us..", he left the threat hanging.
"Well I don't like it here. And the first chance I'm leaving.", Buddy stated with a scowl.
"Well we don't like you either Mr. Klugg, you are free to go anytime you wish. Just remember my friend's threat to you. He will kill you if he sees you again and he always keeps his promises.", Brian replied.
"OK I got it.", Buddy replied. 'But I wanted that soft girl to play with. Now that I have the urge what am I going to do? Maybe they have someone to play with here.'
"Good I'm glad we understand each other, follow me to your room.", Brian instructed not knowing the danger that people in the village now faced.
XXXXXX
Middleton, Colorado:
"OK Mr. Flagg just leave the tools inside the Ron's library for now. You can move them downstairs to the storage room after he leaves on Monday. That way you can get started on the kid's new playroom after New Year's. I want to thank you for all the hard work and the excellent job that you've done.", Kim spoke into the phone with a devious smile.
"Kimberly it was a pleasure to do this for one of Brick's old friends. Thanks for the chance to do some real carpentry.", he replied as he shut his phone off.
"Boy Ron is going to be so surprised on Christmas morning; I don't think he has any idea that he'll have a new study all to himself. I'll tell him later that we are renovating some of the basement for a safe children's playroom. Oh...there he is Mon, he looks a lot better. So don't spill about his new library.", the red head told her friend as she saw Ron Stoppable walking up the hallway that led out to the gates for the private jets..
"OK, I won't spill GF. He does look better girlfriend. It's good to have him home.", Monique Booth replied
"See your Daddy Anna?", Kim asked.
"Yeah Mom, I want Daddy.", she squiggled trying to get to him.
"Hold still honey I don't want to have the twins here.", Kim cautioned her child as she felt a double kick inside in response to her daughter's actions.
"Hi guys.", Ron told them as he leaned in to kiss his wife and child.
"Here, can you take Anna honey. The twins are kicking.", Kim grunted not really looking forward to the next month or so.
"Yeah honey I'll take care of that later, come here you little monster.", Ron held out his arms for his child as she almost jumped into his chest.
Monique relieved Ron of his rollaway baggage and Kim took his briefcase as the thirty month old child jumped into her Daddy's arms with glee.
"I'm cooking tonight boyfriend, you are still recovering and I feel like pampering you.", Monique told Ron.
"Oh thanks girlfriend, how are you feeling?", the blond haired former Ranger asked.
"As good as a fat ole pregnant woman can feel. Kim doesn't mention it much, but I know those twins she's carrying are wearing her out.", Monique spilled some of the secrets that Kim wanted quiet.
"It's not that bad honey. I'm just a little tired. That's all.", the red head interjected.
"I remember how tough it was when you were carrying Anna. You are going to have the weekend off except for some time that I need over the weekend to get some training on the ranges.", Ron told her.
"You don't have to do that honey.", she replied.
"It's either that or I spend some time over Christmas and I want to spend that time with you guys.", Ron stated.
XXXXXX
The Scottish Arms 6-10 South Sarah. St. Louis, Missouri:
"Tom.", a nurse asked, "What's it like in the Army and being in combat. Hope told us a little. I mean we see soldiers flying in and out of Lambert every time we travel. I guess they have an Army base close by."
"Yes Ma'am they have Fort Leonard Wood. They have basic training there and they have an Engineering and Biological Warfare School at the fort. I took basic there.", he informed her.
"Mr. Wilson are you going to answer Ruth's question?", a doctor asked.
"Well that's a hard question to answer. I mean for a lot of guys that are deployed it's sorta boring I guess. When you're a combat soldier it can be fun cause you end up looking for trouble.", he tried to evade the question hoping that they wouldn't want more details.
"What do you mean 'fun'.", another nurse asked.
"Well you get to do a lot of running and walking and digging too. Yeah sometimes you get to act like a mole.", he chuckled remembering some of those times now.
Another woman who's name he didn't remember asked, "Tom have you ever killed someone?"
"I...I can't really answer that because of security reasons..."
"Tom are you all right?", Hope asked when she seen him pause then turn pale.
"I uh...", he began to feel panicky.
"Oh Mr. Wilson could you help me with this package I have out in the car?", Dr. Benson asked suddenly seeing the plight of the younger man and the shear terror in his eyes.
"Yeah sure, be right back honey.", Tom told his woman as he followed the larger man outside, curious of what was going on.
As soon as they exited the doctor glanced over his shoulder. "Sergeant follow me for a bit will you?", he asked.
"Sure. I guess I do need some air.", the former Ranger replied.
"I'm a shrink; you want to talk about it? Nobody will ever know.", he suggested.
"It's hard to talk about to someone who hasn't been there.", Tom began.
"I'm sure it is, but go on. Later if you feel uncomfortable back in the bar I'll steer the conversation away from this topic.", Benson promised.
"Yeah thanks. I guess I had a bad day getting out of Middleton earlier. Since I had no carry on baggage they questioned me. Here I am I show my Team Possible and Global Justice identifications and the woman still gives me the third degree. I mean I've hunted down terrorists; I've been in fire fights with insurgents. I've rescued government people from being kidnapped in places that you wouldn't believe...And I've had to kill men. Not because I wanted to, but because I've had to.", Tom began.
"How do you feel about all that.", Benson asked pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"Sometimes I get a little miffed. Like no respect or anything. I have nightmares. Sometimes afterward I talk to Chris or Charlie, maybe Albert. If it's really bad Ron, you see he's the one who trained me and kept me alive when I didn't know anything. I mean if I had been there when Ron called in that strike maybe all those guys wouldn't have died. Sir, I don't want to worry Hope. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm afraid if she sees just how bad it is she'll tell me to get lost.", Tom expanded on his thoughts.
"Son, I think you have a case of Post Traumatic Stress. How many times did you get deployed?", Benson asked.
"Ah four times I guess, twice it was for a year and a half. I mean I didn't have anyone...You know anyone who cared if I lived or died so I took the extra assignment. I suppose getting shot at was becoming normal for me. If Sergeant Stoppable hadn't got out because of his wounds I doubt if I would have gotten out either. I liked working with him.", Tom Wilson explained.
"This Sergeant, is he a hero? Or just a friend?", Allen was trying to get to the bottom of this and he could see he was making headway and thinking he had heard the name 'Stoppable' somewhere.
"He's both. You see he was Kim Possible's sidekick all those years ago. After they broke up he changed his name and entered the military so that no one would treat him any differently than anyone else. Anyway he kept a lot of us alive. We didn't know who he was for a long time, but he's done some crazy stuff like when he was in a jungle by himself for three months. We were on a hostage rescue and he stayed behind to make sure we all got out.", Tom gave an example.
Benson commented, "That's an extreme form of loyalty from him don't you think?"
"Yes Sir, it was. But that's the way he is. He always gave you a hundred and ten per cent, and his men were his family. I offered to stay with him...But he ordered me to get out. I sorta feel guilty about that sometimes knowing what he went through later.", the former Ranger explained.
"And being friends you felt a loyalty to him to didn't you?"
"Yes I did and I still do since he's my boss and all. I mean he treated me like an equal, a brother and he still does. Here he is being rich and all and he treats me that way. I never had anyone treat me like that before.", Tom continued.
"You mean to tell me that this man was rich and he went into the Army? Why, because that's pretty hard to believe.", the doctor asked snubbing his cigarette butt out.
"Yeah the way I understand it, Ron invented the Naco or something for Bueno Nacho and he made millions of dollars.", Tom told Benson.
"Oh I had one once, too much fat in it for me. I heard a kid invented it."
"I think Ron was a Freshman or Sophomore in high school when he came up with the idea. It's funded a trust that he uses to do a lot of good work.", Tom replied.
"Hold it is he the guy that married Kim Possible? Hope told me about her and him.", Allen caught on.
"Yes Sir he did marry Kim Possible, but she always uses his surname now.", Tom informed him.
"You feel better now Tom?", Dr. Benson asked, "See this is normal from what I've heard from other doctors in the business, I think you're going to be fine, just don't hold things back from Hope. Together you can work it out."
"Yeah...yeah I do. Thanks for the talk and the advice doc.", Tom replied.
"Good because I'm getting cold standing out here and that woman of yours is going to come looking for us in a few minutes. Make sure I get an invite to the wedding. I'd like to meet Kim Possible and your hero friend. Don't worry about the nightmares they should go away in a while, if they don't call me.", he told Tom.
"Yes Sir thanks again for the talk, I'll make sure you get one.", Tom replied now happy.
As they walked back in the heavy doors of the Scottish pub, Hope was looking around the corner worried that something was going to happen to her fiancée. 'There they are. Allen can get a little rough, but Tommy looks a lot better than he did before he went out. I'll have to ask him about it later.'
"Allen did you find that package?", Hope looked at him with a narrowed eye.
"Uh no I didn't. I suppose I'm getting absentminded in my old age. I'll remember to bring it with me for the wedding.", he promised wondering how he was going to cover his can.
"I's alright I know how you old guys are.", Hope chuckles knowing that she'll find out more in a while.
They all had one more round and the Hope's friends all toasted the couple and made them promise to send out invitations to the wedding even though it was going to take place in Colorado.
Hope and Tom said goodnight to everyone before she drove him to her apartment to get some sleep before the long drive home to Middleton. "Honey what did Dr. Benson want?", the Chinese American beauty asked.
"Honey he saw I was having some trouble and wanted me to get some of it off my chest. You know when I first met him I thought he was a jerk, but he's alright.", the former Ranger told her.
"He's just a big teddy bear Tommy. His nickname is Bear and he looks after his little girls. He's been keeping jerks from bothering me for a while. He's like the big brother I never had.", she explained.
"Yeah I can see that now. Are you tired? Cause I sure am and we have a long drive in the morning.", he smiled.
"Yea I am too, let's go to sleep, just think if the weather holds we'll be in Colorado Sunday morning.", she leaned in for a kiss at a stop light.
XX
Seven hours later:
A small 'We Haul' truck pulled out onto I-64/40 pulling a trailer with Hope Chang's car on it headed towards Wentzille, Missouri. Thirty minutes later they were headed west on interstate 70 towards Kansas City. As he drove, Hope looked over at her man as she sipped a cup of steaming coffee from her travel mug.
She knew if they turned north they would only be about ninety minutes away from Samuel Clemens' boyhood home Hannibal which sits on the western bank of the Mississippi River.
For his part Tom Wilson was stoic but happy he had his fiancée on the long bench seat next to him and he was taking her home to live with him forever. As they passed Jonesburg he felt a small hand touch his arm. He looked to his right and he could see the lovely brown eyes of the woman that he loved. "Hey Hope how are you doing? Wanna stop at Kingdom City? It's at the 120 mile marker."
"Sure honey a little breakfast sounds great.", she replied secretly in need of the lady's room too.
XX
Hope absently opened her phone when she felt the vibration. "Hello.", she smiled at Tom while she answered the annoyance.
"Hope are you guys on the way home yet?", a familiar voice asked.
"Bonnie? Yes we are. We're still in Missouri for a couple more hours.", she replied.
"Good there's some big storms coming in later in the week and I was a little worried.", the teal-eyed former cheerleader told her friend.
"Don't worry about us Bonnie, if the weather gets crappy we'll get a motel and get some practice in.", Hope laughed, "We're in no hurry."
"OK just be careful.", Bonnie laughed in reply.
"We will, I'm still on my meds so don't worry about us.", Hope giggled, "But remember right before the wedding we have the cheer sisters thing cause I'm flushing them down the toilet."
"That's not what I meant and you know it you horn dog.", Bonnie growled, "We'll see you later."
"I have my own comforter with me. If the weather isn't too bad we should be in Sunday afternoon sometime. I'll call when we get close. See ya later." 'That ought to crank Bonnie to no end.', she smiled to herself noting that her fiancée was taking in her end of the conversation.
"Well I guess we better get going Tom, do you want me to drive for a while?", she asked.
"Nah honey, if you're happy riding shotgun I can do this all day.", Wilson replied getting up and then helping her.
XX
Bonnie Rockwaller's home, Middleton, Colorado:
"Well how are they doing?", Felix laughed, "This end of the conversation sounded interesting."
He noticed that his woman was picking at her eggs.
"She's playing me. Hope is teasing me with her sexual prowess. Anyway they're going to be in Kansas in a couple of hours. Since they're not in any hurry they're not worried about storms.", Bonnie told her fiancée.
"She's teasing you? Oh come on. You've probably done it at least three times as many as she has. And that's just with me.", he laughed.
"Well we have to make sure everything still works. I promised Justine, Tara and your Mother I'd keep making sure that you are fine.", the brunette giggled
"And you've been doing a great job of that too. So what are the plans today?", he asked knowing if they talked much more about it there would be another session in the sack and if they did that they wouldn't get anything done.
"I and you, if you want, are going over to see Justine and my Goddaughter. Maybe we can go out for lunch.", she told him as she poured another cup of coffee for her husband-to-be.
"Sounds good then what do you have planned?", he asked knowing that some shopping was in store somehow.
"Oh I got a Christmas Bonus and I want to get little Kimmie something.", Bonnie confessed.
"I hope you're not going to try and buy her a Cray. Ever since she got that time in GJ's core she's wanted to get back in.", Felix told her, "Anyway we can't afford one of them."
"No we won't get her one of those. Justine is worried about her building a singularity or whatever that is in the home office.", Bonnie half laughed.
"Ah, that would not be a good idea. I'm not sure that Middleton needs it's own black hole.", Felix explained laughing, "I mean we already have the Mankey black hole. They suck in money and all sorts of good intentions and it just disappears."
XXXXXX
The Ronald and Kimberly Stoppable home:
"Morning KP. Did ya sleep well?", Ron whispered in her ear.
"After you talked to the babies and that little cuddle session...? Boy did I.", the red head blushed remembering the evening before and how relaxed she was now.
"OK you go back to sleep for a bit, I'm going to make coffee and get some eggs and ham ready to make omelets this morning for breakfast. I'll be back in a few minutes KP.", Ron replied as he got out of bed while making sure she was still covered and warm.
Twenty minutes later he slid back under the covers to the waiting arms of his wife. This was their quiet time until the blonde tornado was due to break down their door within an hour. Kim let her man snuggle up to her back and lay his left arm over her tummy where the babies were growing. With a sigh of satisfaction she let sleep take her again.
XX
In another room another couple was having their own little snuggle. Tim and Luki's house was due to be cleared as a crime scene soon; the day before the work crew had finished repairing the kitchen door destroyed during the attack. Service Master had come in and cleaned up the mess that Hank's blood had made. The lithe Japanese woman still slept with one ear open just as she had been taught years before by her tough instructors. Even though she heard the master of the house get up she knew from past experience who it was and what he was doing. She also knew there was no way that she would ever be aware of him if he desired it that way.
She knew that he had killed numerous times to make sure that his mission, whatever it was at the time, was accomplished. He didn't seem to gain satisfaction in it except once when the tormentor of his bride attacked her again. In that instance he was ruthless and he took his time in making sure that the dark one suffered severely.
Luki Possible wife of Tim Possible, formerly Luki Rhu of the Yamanouchi Ninja, remembered the first time she laid eyes on the Chosen One and how wrong she was. With watering eyes she pulled her husband into her chest and gave thanks to whatever entity was responsible for this realization; and for that moment and even more for the moment when her eyes were opened with the knowledge that she now had and the hope she carried in her.
Luki Possible knew that even if Kim Stoppable didn't need protection herself the ninja woman added a layer of protection to her children. She and Anna Stoppable had developed a deep bond of friendship and love. Luki knew that she would sacrifice herself and Anna's cousin to make sure the child was safe. Luki also knew that she had better not reveal that fact to Kim or risk a first class ass chewing by the red head.
XXXXXXX
The Safe House near Upperton:
(What is new?), Yori asked the members of the two teams.
(Mr. Klugg has landed in Alaska. He should be at his final destination by now. Our Agent in Point Hope will keep a close eye on him. If he changes his ways he will be put on a flight out in the spring.), Luki's former boyfriend told them, (I would rather have killed him and save us any later trouble, but that is my humble opinion.)
(Yes I know, but Sensei does not like killing unless it has to be done.), Hiro reminded the member of Team Twelve.
(Oh it seems that the family in question is going to have to bury another of their clan. This is the one that Luki-san terminated earlier. You know she is much better at using western weapons than I remember. Now we know where the Mankey graveyard is. I think that we could liven this party up a little if we do a little digging ourselves.), Sukura Intamu hinted.
(Oh and what is the plan then?), Yori asked not really wanting to know how far her comrades had decided to travel a dark path.
(Well I don't know how you'll feel about this, but this is how we plan to go about this...), Sukura explained seeing the frowns on the faces of his leaders.
XX
Ten minutes later a visibly pale Yori nodded while her husband seemed to be in agreement that the planned exercise might cause more grief and confusion within the Mankey Clan ranks. (Remember the 'Art of War'...The best way to win a war is to not have to fight the war.), Intamu defended his position.
(Very well, but do not confront them directly. If they are performing another burial make sure it is in the same place, then when the opportunity arises play your little surprise on them. Who are you going to have dig in this cold?), Hirotaka asked.
(They have left their tractor near the site. My father works for Kumatsu. He showed me how to run some of their equipment and you can see in the video that the Mankey's have a WB146 or 156 style. I can use it.), Sukura promised.
(Aren't you worried about making too much noise?), Yori asked.
(If we wait until there is a heavy storm they will never know and we can have fun. A member of my team wants to win the video contest this year.), Sukura told them.
Sigh from Yori, (Very well. Have your little game with the Mankey's. Though I must say we are not trying to provoke them.).
(Oh like we didn't provoke them when we beat up a couple of them and left them on skid row in a little town south of here.), Intamu stated.
(One of the Rangers did that.), Hiro explained.
(Oh which one?), a member of Team Twelve asked.
(Wilson-san. He did this as a solo adventure.), Hiro told his comrade.
(That was good work...We laughed for an hour when we heard about it. It seems that his training has done him some good after all.), another member of Team Twelve laughed.
Sukura told Yori trying to maintain some order over his team, (We will take care of the Mankey's if they don't change their ways. If this provokes them it will just make it easier to deal with them. Just like with a turtle, if you make him mad with a stick he will strike at the stick. That's when you cut his head off. Then the Mankey's will be as the turtle...Only good for soup.)
XXXXXXX
Global Justice Sniper Course 8 Baker:
Walter Harris was working with his newly appointed spotter. "Sarge where is that popup? I'm having a hard time with the sun in my eyes this morning.", he asked over his small radio.
"I have him Walt, you want me to bracket him?", Campbell asked.
"No just give me his location. I only want to hit him once.", Walt urged with a whisper knowing they were being recorded too.
"OK three hundred degrees twelve hundred and fifty meters.", came the reply.
"Shit there he is...dammit he's down again. I got him though.", Walt replied.
"There he is again.", Campbell announced.
"Taking the shot. On the way.", PFC Harris told his partner as the big rifle discharged it's half inch in diameter round.
Keeping an eye on it they heard the positive report that they got an upper chest shot and that the target, if it had been human or other large mammal, was no more.
"OK work your way out guys that's a wrap for today.", Albert Harris told his brother and Sergeant Campbell.
XXXXXX
The Wanda Wang and Suzie Chin abode:
Wanda looked over her steaming cup of tea, "How did they do it sister?"
"Why did you drink so much? Walter-san told you earlier that they were on the long range this morning. They have been gone for four hours already.", Suzie told her friend.
"Albert's stamina is much better now that he's been getting more practice.", the taller Japanese woman told her friend.
"As has Walter-chun's.", Suzie replied with a smirk.
"When will they be home?", Wanda asked looking forward to some more time with the large American.
"I suppose another hour. Do you want the shower first or should I take it?", Suzie asked.
"I'll take it, you always run the hot water out on me.", Wanda replied.
"Want to spar for it?", Suzie urged.
"Not at this time. I just want to get cleaned up that's all.", Wanda groaned still a little tired.
XXXXXXX
'Hmmm not bad, maybe this will make up for what happened earlier.', he mused while watching the young native woman.
The ingrate didn't know that he was being observed by a figure dressed in the traditional skins of an Inuit, but for the night vision goggles that had been adjusted for lighter conditions.
Looking around to see if anyone could see him, Buddy Klugg shouldered into the door of the dwelling. Slowly he worked his way inside after pulling out his trusty Smith and Wesson revolver which chambered a .357 cartridge. 'I'll get mine and take over the village then we'll see who's boss around here.', he mused to himself, 'Hank this one is for you.' (Boy don't think past his dick or his S&W, do he? In his case his .357's got more intelligence in it than his head does.)
The Mankey Clan member got ready as he leaned back and kicked with his right foot twice before the sturdy door opened, then he charged into the room. "Where are you bitch?", the ingrate yelled when he didn't see anyone.
The door slowly closed behind him. "Put it down asshole.", a feminine voice with an edge warned as a foot shoved him from behind crashing Buddy into the far wall.
Buddy tried to turn quickly, but stopped as he heard the unmistakable sound of a pump shotgun being cycled behind him. "Brenda go and get Mr. Klugg's personal belongings if you please. It didn't take long, but he has already worn out his welcome.", Brian Strongarm told her.
"What are you going to do?", Buddy asked.
"What I said we were going to do Mr. Klugg if you pulled something like this. We can't trust you so we can't have you here in our village preying on our inhabitants. Now please drop your handgun before I put a hole in you I can drive a snowmobile through.", he instructed paying close attention to the body language of the criminal.
After he heard the pistol land on the floor he instructed, "Now Mr. Klugg please sit down against that wall on your left and keep facing it. I don't want to accidentally have to kill you, I'd rather it was on purpose.", Brian laughed the sound of it made Buddy wince.
Buddy could hear someone else enter the room. "Good job Brenda, now please pick up Mr. Klugg's firearm. Please take out all his winter clothes and place them on the floor, he will be needing them shortly.", Brian had the situation under control. "Brenda give me the handgun then go out and get Crenshaw. Tell him to get his dog team harnessed up."
"Sure Brian. Looks like Buddy's going for a trip.", she smiled to her boyfriend.
"Just enough to keep him honest for the rest of the winter.", Brian replied.
Fifteen minutes later Brenda returned unzipping her parka, "He's got the dogs moving. They'll be here in a few minutes. Where are you taking the jerk?"
"Webster's shack.", he replied.
"Why there?", she asked.
"It's a ways away. So we have security from this clown. When the guys in black called they told me about him I thought it would be a good place for him if he misbehaved. So I already supplied it hours ago. If our friend here stays there and minds his own business he'll live out the winter. There's enough food and fuel to make sure it that he won't freeze or starve. We'll be safe from him and he'll be safe from us because we won't have to kill him for violating one of our laws let alone our women.", Brian confided.
"Oh this one likes to violate women huh? You know we could just drop him off by the sea ice. The Bears will take care of him. They have to eat to you know; that way there'll be more seals for us.", she suggested.
Buddy Klugg, like most vermin, didn't like his activities out in the light of day where they could be scrutinized. He winced at how this woman referred to him as 'this one'.
"Get into your gear Klugg. You're going out in the cold with me and a friend of mine. Bundle up if you don't want to die tonight.", Brian ordered.
A few minutes later they could hear the sounds of dogs barking. "OK let's go you clown.", Brian ordered, "Brenda stay here. I'll be back in about eight hours."
Brian dropped the handgun Buddy was so proud of into the backpack the ninjas supplied and followed him out the door.
"Where we going today boss?", a white man named Crenshaw asked standing next to a team of sled dogs.
"Webster's place, like we said earlier. Let this clown ride in the sled. I doubt if he'll be able to stay with the dogs.", Strongarm told his friend.
Buddy Klugg did as ordered and shut the hell up. The wind was blowing and he just sat there numb.
XX
The next four hours were a cold frozen hell to Buddy Klugg as Brian ran along side the sled for a while then the other man ran along side the sled. He looked over his shoulder and could see one and then later the other guiding the dogs as they raced along the hard packed snow along the coastline. (Stupid inbred, didn't know who he as fucking with did he?)
Finally the ride from hell was over when Brian grabbed the jerk and yanked him out of the sled. "Get inside you cur before I kill you.", Strongarm yelled.
Crenshaw opened the door and peered inside. "No bears boss. I'll light the stove and get this place warmed up to freezing anyway."
The sparsely furnished cabin lay there in stark view for all to see. "Jacob Webster built this place a long time ago. It's made to withstand anything the Arctic can throw at it...Hey listen up, I'm giving you some information that you need to survive here you clown.", Brian told him getting Buddy's attention.
He pulled out a stack of books, "These are the manuals for the stove which supplies your heat and cooking. There is another one for the oil lamps. We'll get this started. In the back room there is a food storage place like a pantry down in the lower forty-eight. You have more than enough food and fuel to get you to thaw. As for going out except to use the loo because the one in here stinks a little...I just wouldn't do it if I was you. Klugg you have your handgun and a high powered rifle over the mantle to protect yourself and to hunt. There are cartridges for the rifle in the pantry too. Do yourself a favor and stay inside for the most part and keep the doors and windows barred. We have polar bears here and they will hunt and eat a man. For the most part they are indifferent to men... That is unless they're hungry which they always seem to be. Any questions?", Brian asked.
"Do you have a phone?", the Mankey asked in return now feeling alone.
"We have communications. YOU don't have any. Stay where you are and you'll be fine.", Strongarm told him.
"But I'd like to contact my family to let them know I'm alright...They'll worry.", Buddy told them.
"I will pass that information on to my friends who brought you here. I have my instructions now you have yours stay here and keep the door barred. See you in the Spring.", Brian told him as he led Crenshaw out the door into the wind.
XX
Buddy's new abode:
"They just can't leave me like this. I'm a Mankey.", the ingrate muttered as he decided he was hungry and tired.
Going into his 'pantry' he took stock of the can goods that were in place to keep him fed over the course of the next hundred and fifty days. 'Lots of beans and stews. There's not even a bottle of whiskey.', he worried, 'Well I've been dry before.'
He got out a can of beans and a pan, 'It's going to be a long winter.'
A/N: Hey guys the New Year is coming and I really want to thank everyone who's read any of my stuff over this last twelve months. I do appreciate it. I am doing an awful lot better now and I think I've mostly recovered from the stroke. If you've never had one I suggest NOT having one and doing your best to stay healthy. I hope everyone has a healthy, happy and prosperous new year. Be safe.
I don't know if anyone has read The Wise Duck's latest, but I thought that it was very good. And since I don't have to return to work until December 31 (what kind of union job is that?), I'm getting a chance to catch up on a little of my reading and have begun my next tale which should take about twenty to twenty-five weeks to compose.
This afternoon I talked again with Screaming Phoenix, he's changed rooms and thereby phone numbers too so for all those that I gave his phone number out to...it's been changed. He must be getting a little stir crazy because he's coming up with some neat new ideas for stories...and no I won't elaborate, that's his surprise for the Kimmunity. Anyway he's still making progress and sends his best.
I'll see ya down the road,
ST-103