Chapter 22: The Great Cuisine War
"Hey girl, listen, you got some time to spare?" Reggie asked over the line "I'm kinda busy right now with some people but I'm gonna hear you out" Geraldine inserts a toothpick between her lips "So listen, I managed to find someone to buy some of those pills" "Come on man, I thought you would get rid of those things" "I said that I will but it's gonna take some time". Geraldine tosses her toothpick into the trash bin, she shakes her head "When I'm done with everythin', come around my place tomorrow" "Alright see you tomorrow then" the line clicks. Geraldine sighs as goes out the kitchen as Sunny and Chelsea were waiting for her.
Sunny looks up at her with concern "Everything alright?", Geraldine looks back unamused "It's nothin', just somethin' between me and Reggie; that's all". She shakes her head "Hey, can I ask you somethin'?" "Shoot" Sunny replied "Do you ever get frustrated at the way things go down in life?" she wondered "Is this about something between you and your friend?" Sunny came over to her "Yeah, I just don't like the fact that Reggie drags me through the crazy shit that drags me into" she voiced her concern "It frustrates the hell out of me every time she does that and we end up with nothin' to show for it". Sunny smiles "I see, you're a wondering if you guys should still be friends because you don't know how the crazy shit that she pulls you into is going to turn out", Geraldine bites her lip, "Look you guys are friends, she's sounds like she means well and just wants to make something of herself and maybe to prove too you that she's a capable person".
Geraldine sighed as Sunny leaned back on the wall "With all the crazy shit that we've gotten into, especially with Chelsea bein' with us now, it just makes me wonder that's all" she voiced her own concerns "When you get the chance to just sit down and try to talk too her" Sunny frowned "Besides, at least she gives a damn about you" she looked down "At least she isn't making impossible fucking demands and driving you crazy about wanting to be on top...", Kenny's the one person that pops into her mind; she knows what he was asking her to do for him. Nonstop everyday. "What are you talkin' about?" Geraldine snaps her back to attention "Nothing, I was just talking to myself" she uneasily smiled "Come on I need to explain what we're going to do".
Chelsea giggles as she played with Tiger. He rolled around as she drags the toy mouse on a string with his claws attached firmly onto it. She drags him on the floor like a fluffy towel that was used to pick up dust. He doesn't let go and she keeps on dragging him. "Chelsea come on, we need to discuss business" Sunny ordered "Cutey little wittle pussy cat!" she cooed "Chelsea? Today" Sunny called again "Sorry" she said as she let's the mouse go and Tiger continues play with the mouse. She skips towards her compatriots "God your pussy is so playful" "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Geraldine and Sunny looked at her "Your cat, he's very playful" she states "Why? What did you think I meant?" she curiously asked "Never my mind" Geraldine sighed "Okay," Sunny took a seat at the kitchen table "onto business". The two take their seat.
"Okay, so that thing at the factory sent the message to that Dutch guy but Paul wants us to do more" "More of what exactly?" Chelsea asked "This guy has a couple of restaurants, one in Rockford Hills and the other one in Richman, we hit those places and tear them up" she tells them "Their's gotta more than just tearin' those places up" Geraldine deduced "Yeah, their's a guy in the second restaurant, some business associate; we're supposed to take him. Bring him back to Dericourt and he's going to do something with him, do what exactly; I really don't want to know".
"So..." Chelsea jumped in the conversation "what's he going to do to him?" "Like I said I don't know and let alone I don't want to know" Sunny restated "We just got to wreck those places and take that guy back to Dericourt".
"Are we goin' to use my car for this?" Geraldine looked at her "We'll use Chelsea's car, hopefully it's clean". Chelsea looked at Sunny "Why my car?" "Because Geraldine's SUV is partially open in the back and last thing I want is someone seeing whose in the back" she added "So are we good?".
"I'm gamed" Chelsea says with a smirk "I got nothin' else to do so guess I'm in" Geraldine get's up and grabs Tiger who is still playing with the toy mouse on a string, she puts him on the couch; he keeps playing with the mouse.
They open the car doors. Both Sunny and Geraldine aren't really surprised as the inside was full of garbage and some used beer cans. They both look at her with a not so surprised look "What? Well it's not a limo, you're not going to get any champagne" Chelsea looked back at them "Goddamn it you really are a dirty fucking person" Sunny stared at her "It's not that bad" she grimaced. Geraldine's nose twitches, something putrid was in the back "What the hell is that smell?", Chelsea reaches in and pulls a small plate of moldy nachos "I thought I left something in here". Sunny sighed with some irritation "It still looks...somewhat good, anybody want a piece?" she offered them a sample "Just toss that crap out" Sunny ordered, Chelsea opened her mouth and tries to take a bite of a chip with some fuzzy looking cheese on it. A hand slaps the plate and the chip onto the ground.
"Hey!" she whined "Let's get going, we got business to do" Sunny says as she gets in the passenger side, she tosses some trash and a couple of beer cans out. Geraldine tosses some trash out of the back, from candy wrappers to a half eaten pineapple barbecue hamburger "God, man, you're so damn disgustin'" "Well sorry, I'm not a couple of neat freaks like you two".
The Aardvark restaurant, Rockford Hills
Just the sudden appearance of all these rich people made Chelsea want to vomit. The air was rather stuffy with this stench of up tightness. Or maybe it was just all the expensive cologne and perfumes that filled the whole place like a gas chamber. The sight of all these parasites made her want to go insane. "God, I really hate these fucking rich twats" she growled under her breath "Really, really just want to kill everyone of these fucks", Sunny tugged her arm "We're not going to kill everyone, just tear this place apart, that's all" she reiterated "Yeah, yeah, I can do that" Chelsea seemed annoyed that she won't get to destroy any rich people with her hands today but at least she get's to watch to them suffer. That's close enough.
They put on black sunglasses and proceed.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" a waiter politely asked, Chelsea's fist strikes him in the face. Now the real fun begins.
With a pair of lead pipes in their hands the three smash a part of the bar. A woman starts to scream, some old man spills his martini, a yuppie gets alfredo sauce all over his suit. The pipes smash the bottles into pieces of crushed shards, liquor is splashed everywhere. Chelsea clubs the bartender in the back, she beats the man when a sense of purpose or a sense of pride at taking whatever sadistic glee she can, especially if meant making the rich suffer. When it came to dealing with the rich and watching them squirm like worms, she was the one to talk too if it came down to that.
Geraldine swings the pipe at a waiter, his servings fly onto the wall. For Geraldine she's never been inside a restaurant that was fancy. Maybe in her dreams she could have seen herself and Reggie dining out in one of these places. The thing about the rich is that they were all stuffy and whiny about something. Whether it was the stock market dropping down a few points or backstabbing someone just to get ahead in their circle, they were just parasites. They reminded her of the many thugs and bail jumpers that she took down back then, arrogant and so full of themselves. She knew when it came down to it, the rich were really the biggest criminals of them all.
Sunny knocks down some sap wearing a god awful looking suit. He looked like something from an old gangster film, he really did look like a schmuck. That pathetic haircut and that cheap ass tie that he wore made it ever the more satisfying to dish out the take down. This type of reminded her of the many places that she would threatened if they pay them a percentage in the Midwest. A little more different than the usual setting but it was just the same. She can't quite remember the number of times that she broke certain things, threatened certain people, or the amount of kitchens that she would use to punish those who didn't get the message; it really did remind her of those places.
Chelsea walks towards a woman who was wearing expensive jewelry "Your kind made my life a living hell when I was a girl back home, you know that?" she slowly approaches her "P-P-Please..." the woman begged "Oh I'm going to take a lot of pleasure in doing this" that crazy smiles appears on her face as the pipe is raised high. Sunny locks her arms around hers and stops her before she can strike.
"Don't kill her..." she whispers into her "We're not killing anyone...did you forget that?" she asked "Let go of me..." Chelsea growled like a chained pit bull wanting to strike and finish her attack "Not until you calm down" she orders. Chelsea eventually relaxes "I get it..." she answers "I can't hear you" Sunny kept restraining her "I said I get it, now let go of me" she demanded; Sunny kept her restrained. She releases her from her grasp, Chelsea composed herself. She turned around and faced Sunny, even through the blackness of the sunglasses their eyes met; they just looked into each others eyes. Their eyes trying to get inside each others mind. "We're done here, time to move on" she announced, Geraldine and Sunny head out the door. Chelsea walked towards the door but at the last second turned around to the face the woman who she almost bashed.
"You got lucky..." she stared down at her with anger "next time, I going to finish the job" she threatened with the pipe pointed right at the woman "Hey, come one" Sunny ordered, "See you around".
The three are in Chelsea's car riding to the next destination. Geraldine noticed the silence between Chelsea and Sunny, it got rather tense inside the restaurant. It looked like Chelsea was going to pop a gasket when she cornered that woman and threatened her. "Hey, you guys alright?" she questioned "Yeah everything's fine" Sunny answers "Isn't that right Chelsea?" "Yeah, just...peachy" Chelsea kept herself focused on the road but Geraldine knew that she was agitated about something.
"So uh what are goin' to do in the next place? Aside from snatchin' this fool I mean" she wondered "Well, me and Chelsea shoot the place up; still know use one of these?" Sunny handed her a taser gun "Yeah, remember I was a bounty hunter before meetin' you" "The gunfire should spook him and he'll be running towards the exit, that's when you'll shock the you know what out of him, then we'll tie him up and deliver the prick to Dericourt".
Sunny opens a bag that she had brought with her and she pulls out two Sten guns; perfect for hit and run moves.
She loads the clips into the chamber. The one thing that she hopes for is that these things don't jam. When she got them from Arnold she thought that he had handed two pieces of piping that he managed to create in his spare time, but he said that these were the perfect tools for those quick style assault tactics; in and out. Fast as fast can be. Sunny knew about the Sten, she had used one or two of them when she was in the Midwest. They were reliable of course, but their was a reason that the British army didn't like this thing; reliable but very clunky.
If fired with the first few shots, they're presented with an intimating weapon. But when fired into full automatic and plus with the chamber being opened, it would make a loud sound similar too that of a mini jackhammer. She bought them at a rather cheap price of five hundred dollars, chump change really, along with an extra pair of magazines which cost an additional two hundred dollars. Sunny wondered if she should have gotten the AK-74, at least that was more reliable and completely more durable, it also had a more of the intimation factor to it.
They finally arrive at the restaurant. "Alright, you're going to take Chelsea's car and wait for us in the back. When you hear gunfire you know what to do" Sunny cocks the guns, she and Chelsea step out as Geraldine hops into the drivers seat "Okay see you guys in a bit". As the car disappears around the corner Sunny turns to Chelsea "What? Something wrong?" she looked at her "Don't play coy with me," she says with a cold stare "you almost bashed that woman's face in when I specifically said no civilians need to get hurt" she mentions "Yeah, I remembered what you said but..." Chelsea lifts her finger upward "those rich twits always have it coming" a vicious look is on her face "Besides, their kind always make hard working people like you and me suffer". Sunny steps a centimeter in front of Chelsea "We are not going to kill...any...bystanders" she slowly repeated herself "Do you understand?". Chelsea frowned "Yeah...I understand" "I'm not joking, I don't need a loose cannon fucking us over" Sunny points her Sten underneath Chelsea's chin "I said that I understand and I get it" she slowly lowers the Sten and Chelsea puts the sunglasses onto her eyes "Let's get to work" she smiled grabs her Sten and walks towards the restaurant.
Sunny flips the sunglasses and follows behind, she worries on how Chelsea is going to behave. If what happened in the previous place could happen here, they likely would have a bloodbath on their hands. The headlines will probably read 'Psycho Aussie slaughters restaurateurs while they dine!', that type of thing would fit in with the plot of some serial killer horror movie, with Chelsea starring as the serial killer. A part of her now begins to wonder, what if Chelsea goes too far and becomes a liability?
As she catches up next to Chelsea, Sunny ponders if she really could kill her? Chelsea too her was...unique, to a degree. It wasn't just the safe job at the Maze Bank Arena or on how took down those guards at the winery, something about her seemed to complete her and Geraldine in some strange way. Almost like a lightning rod of sorts, she was the force that made them stronger, if not completely more deadlier. An unholy trininty that could bring down a storm of unprecedented force. "Everything alright?" Chelsea turned her sights to Sunny "Yeah, just thinking that's all" she frowned "Remember what I said" she reminded her "Yeah mum, I heard you the first time". Her question remained unanswered, right now Sunny wants to keep that question that way and wants to make sure that it doesn't get answered.
Holland Point restaurant, Richman
The valet waves the car through. Today is the usual boring day of doing nothing but griping to rich people, parking cars and taking crap from rich folks who give lousy tips to him and always flaunted whatever wealth that they had on them. It was really irritating that they could do whatever the hell they wanted to and that they could get away with it. His life is just miserable. The one thing that he wishes is for something exciting to happen. His head turns and he see's two women wearing black sunglasses approaching the station. They seemed to be carrying something in their hands, looks like sticks and something was sticking out from the sides. They lift the sticks and point it right that the windows.
The sound of jackhammers vibrates the air. The windows smash into sharp pieces and their scattered all across the pavement. The jackhammer sound keeps on pounding into everything that stands. Bullet casings clank onto the cement like coins falling out of a coin slot.
The firing stops. The valet manages to pick himself up, bits of glass are scattered around. Feet crunch on the broken glass, the ringing sound is the only thing that he hears.
"Let's do this" Sunny puts a fresh clip into the chamber "No civilians right?" Chelsea cocks the bolt "Yeah, don't break your promise" Sunny warned "Don't worry about it" she smiles nonchalantly.
A man wearing expensive glasses manages to pick himself up, pieces of his lunch is on Armani suit that he had just put on for this special occasion. Some lady who just recently got some lip fillers keeps herself down on the floor but finds it rather difficult to do so, maybe if she didn't have those fake porn star tits that she got several months back their's a slight chance that she could go all the way down. Everybody else is confused at what just happened, pieces of food and their drinking glasses are the scattered on the carpet. Two women walk on in with guns in their hands "Sorry to interrupt your meal but we're looking for the manager" Sunny looks at them with a stern gaze. They looked at her with fright in their eyes.
"Come on, you lot, where is he?" Chelsea points her Sten at one of them. A fat man stumbles towards the kitchen and manages to get into the kitchen "Oh there he goes!" Chelsea points to him in glee "Come here fat boy!". Bang! Bang! A couple of shots almost hit her, she turns around to see a man with a .25 pistol pointed at her direction. Chelsea aims the Sten at the man. Click! The chamber is jammed "Fuck" Chelsea cursed under her breath. A shot goes through his elbow and he falls back against the wall. Chelsea looked at Sunny with a not so stunned look "Uh, thank you" Chelsea says with a smile "Shut up and chase him!" she orders. The two run to the kitchen, running past chefs and a sous chef who has gone on a ego trip. For a fat man, he sure could run fast. The fat man finally reaches the exit, the way home never felt ever more satisfying. Something that sounds like a bottle being broken catches him off guard. A zapping current moves through his body. He groans as the energy passes through his fat body as he finally falls.
Geraldine puts his hands behind his back ties his hands with zip ties, she manages to tape his mouth shut. Sunny and Chelsea finally exit the restaurant. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy that fat run that fast" Chelsea boasted "Come on, let's get him in the trunk" Sunny says as she sprinted to Chelsea's car.
Chelsea and Geraldine dragged him to the trunk "God, this fucking fat wank weighs a lot" the Australian complained "Shut up and keep movin'" Geraldine grunts as they near the car. They struggled initially to put him in the trunk but they managed to put him in and close the trunk. The three get in the car and take off.
The Lyon's Den winery & restaurant, East Vinewood
"Monsieur? The women are here with your package" the soldier tells him, Dericourt walks towards the back. He wondered if the women had accomplished their mission. Hopefully no bystanders were killed, otherwise they may have a problem. He also hopes that one girl that they brought with them hasn't done anything crazy or stupid. He exits through the back to see that his three favorite employees are there in one piece, no blood stains or blood soaked clothes. They must have done a thorough job after all.
"So I see that you three have finished you job, where their any complications?" he asked "A trigger happy employee but nothing we couldn't handle" Sunny states "For a fat twat he sure could run fast" Chelsea looked at him "Is he really worth it?" "He's very good business associates with Anders, he's worth a lot to him". Chelsea opens the trunk, the fat man eyes are wide open. His eyes recognized the Frenchman that was standing above him "Hello Maurice" Dericourt gives a menacing grin to the man, because he was fat their's a likely chance that his heart may have stopped but upon seeing Dericourt, his blood turned too ice. Two soldiers came by and grabbed the fat man.
"So...what's gonna happen too him?" Geraldine looked as he is dragged to the kitchen "We are going to have a chat, me and him; make sure to watch the news. Their's going to be an interesting story coming on, very, very soon" he grimly remarked with a deadly glimmer in his eyes "Right, are we done?" Sunny asked "Yes, I'll let you know when the final move will take place". Dericourt waved them off, he seemed to be very eager too do some talking with the fat man. Sunny knew a part of her was expecting to hear a scream or two and possibly the sound of skin being pummeled. Maybe certain things being broken. Like she told Chelsea and Geraldine, that's something she doesn't want to know.
"Let's drop Geraldine at her house, Chelsea I need you to drop me off at my place afterwards", Chelsea got into the drivers seat "Shit I got to rest for tomorrow, Reggie's draggin' me into somethin' fucked up; I just know it" she complained "Hey can I come along?" Chelsea asked "I don't want some crazy ass person shootin' up the place, so no" "Come on, it'd probably be fun" Chelsea implies with a chuckle "Shit, you sound like Reggie right now. You and her probably end up in a crazier brand of bullshit" "Okay, stop talking you two, let's just go" Sunny impatiently orders.
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Sunny's house, Vinewood
After dropping Geraldine off at her home, Chelsea went on by to drop off Sunny at her house. The whole time that they drove they extremely quiet. Rather odd mostly because Chelsea was the talkative type. The silence spoke volumes mostly because of Chelsea acted in the restaurant earlier in the day. Sunny exits the passenger's side, she just wanted to eat and relax with Roberta for the rest of the evening. Chelsea walks with Sunny towards her door, she knew what she did back there. She also knew that Sunny had something to say to her. She stops at the step of the door "You're not going to come in?" Sunny looked back her "No, I just want to go home" she says with subtle look on her face "Really?" Sunny looked on rather surprised "Yeah, really" "That's kind of funny from you".
Chelsea smiled "Oh, why's that?" "Maybe because when you get here you're always raiding our fridge, eating our food and drinking whatever's in there" Sunny frowned "Well I'm not hungry right now" "Roberta's making enchilada's with sour cream, salsa and pepper jack cheese for dinner; that doesn't make you hungry?" Sunny laid out something juicy to trap her in "Like I said, I'm not hungry...", Sunny nodded her head in an understanding manner "Well, let me cut through the bullshit, you know why I'm like this right now don't you?".
Chelsea tilts her head "Still a little upset about what happened at that restaurant? Christ, I thought that you would let that go by know".
"You were out of control back there. You almost caved that woman's face in" Sunny steps towards her "Yeah but I didn't" she retorts "But you almost did..." Sunny is now in front of her "I threatened her to but I didn't kill that bitch" she sneered "Only because I fucking held you down before you could fucking bash her fucking face in" "What do you want me to do? Invite that bitch for dinner?" Chelsea bitterly snarked "I've seen their types before. Arrogant, so full of themselves, always thinking they're better than you 'cause their parents stuck a silver spoon up their ass" the way that she described them sounded rather personal to her "They think that just because they have a lot of money that they can do whatever they want, nobody can touch them. Well when they see me, they're going think twice about that". This sounded more like a vendetta, an age old grudge that she didn't plan on letting go.
"Let's make one thing clear..." Sunny puts her finger towards her face "Don't ever get out of control like that again, never do anything that comprises us; got it?" Chelsea felt like she was getting a lecture from her mother "Is that an order...mum?", Sunny grinds her teeth "Yeah...it is". Chelsea clapped both of her hands "Fine, whatever you say". Sunny turned around and headed back to the door "You know, you and me aren't so different, we're more alike than you think", Sunny turned around and looked back at Chelsea "We're not alike" "Yeah, we are; you just don't know it" she smiled "Chelsea, can I ask you something?" "Sure". Sunny gave a stern look "Are you crazy?", Chelsea chuckled stupidly "Why does everybody always ask me that?" she chuckled some more "Well maybe I am a little but who really knows".
"Is that it?" "Yeah..." Sunny turned back towards the door "For now..." she muttered under her breath. "Well, enjoy your enchiladas; save me some?" she politely asked "Mm...no" Sunny gave her answer "Tsk, you're so mean" Chelsea playfully whined.
Chelsea's apartment, Vespucci
She tosses another beer can at the bedroom wall. After talking with Sunny about everything, Chelsea felt different. Sad. Depressed, possibly confused but still pissed off at that rich skank that got away.
"So what if I hate them?" she growled "Stupid, cock licking, twat fucking cunts..." she drank her sixth beer, everything in her head swivels "Why does she care about I almost did?" she sniffled as some tears swelled up in her eyes. Her mouth felt like she swallowed a pineapple and glass shards. She wiped her tears away, everything felt like it was going in a tailspin.
She remembers the taunts, the name calling, then comes that word that they always used to describe her. What they always called whenever they saw her in the hallway or in the lunch line, everyday of every year. That thing that she always hated being called.
"Bogan trash" "Look out! Bogan girl coming your way!" "What expect coming from a piece of bogan rubbish" "Stupid bogan girl" "She was probably raised by some bogan animal in the wild!" "What do you expect from the product of bogan parents?".
Chelsea laid down on her bed, the half empty beer can spills on the carpet. She places a pillow on her stomach, she breathes in then out hard. Chelsea began to hit the pillow. Those tears came back into her eyes again. She keeps hitting it as her emotions just seem to get the better of her. She puts the pillow on her face and screams into it. The scream is muffled but it's rather intense for her. The scream finally subsides, she sits back up; her dog tags clank together. She grabbed and pulls them towards her. Next too swimming being a soldier was the second best thing she was good at. She loved it.
But not being a soldier anymore was hard, she missed the live fire exercises especially if it was with their instructor, Sergeant Major Kent. A real hard ass who knew that his soldiers were capable of achieving their objectives if they put minds to it but that didn't mean that he was soft. He was strict to the core, either someone came out a soldier or they got their heads chewed off.
"Mitchell!" "Yes Sergeant Major!" "What the bloody hell do you call that?" he points to the hole that she dug "A foxhole Sergeant Major" "Get out of that hole". Chelsea climbed out of the hole "Turn around", she looked confused "Turn around" he ordered; she turns and faces the hole. "Now bend down" "What?" she questioned "Just do it", Chelsea slowly bent down. The Sergeant Major's boot kicks her in the posterior and she falls face first into that foxhole, everybody else laughs. One laughed to the point of crying. "Stop that laughing! Get back to work!" he screamed, Chelsea coughs dirt from her mouth "Mitchell, you're going to refill that foxhole and dig it back up and make that thing bigger!" "Yes Sergeant Major" "If you don't it properly I will feed you to the dogs! Do you understand?!" "Yes Sergeant Major!".
Chelsea missed that life, she should have reenlisted when she got the chance too.
But she's not that anymore.
She kept staring at her dog tags. Her name, ID number and address was on it. Things made sense back then. But she could still hear that name they always called her.
"Bogan! Bogan! Bogan! Bogan! Bogan! Bogan! Bogan! Bogan!".
The one thing that Chelsea wanted to do was go back home and finish them off one by one, that'll probably make her feel happy for a long time until she turns gray and brittle. Then she see's their faces and smiles, people that she loved being with. Then she see's him, his smile, the cornflower hair blowing in the wind and the way he loved her. That one special someone that she wanted to be with. But then their's that one person that she wanted to get her hands on. The one person who stole everything from her, that included him. That one person that she wanted to desperately wrap her hands his throat and strangle the life out of him until he stops breathing, until she beats him into a greasy smear on the ground.
"I'm going to get you...you little fuck...no matter what" she growled in a drunk manner. Chelsea finally rested on her side and passes out curled up next to the pillow. Her breathing finally lightened up and went back to normal. For the rest of the evening and into the night, she slept like a corpse. She was used to bad dreams, they always came to her at night. Just like Sunny she had lost someone that she loved with all her heart. And just like Sunny, she's shed her fair share of tears in her sleep. Whether she knows it, they really are alike.
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