The long perilous journey ended on the Huston city limits, they hadn't
stopped to rest that day; it was 0:30, or half past midnight, as they say.
Cars zoomed past as the scaled the sidewalk, Eric stretched and yawned; he turned around and told a joke
"Me so so-wee!" he shouted, sticking his teeth out
Laura didn't catch the joke "For what?"
Eric, on the other hand, thought she did "You know,"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Laura said, quite offended
"Well you remember on that…" 'Old loony toons cartoon with the Japanese midget guy' Eric was about to say, but Laura flunked telepathy in high school.
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" she shouted "Eric Theodore Clancy Simmons, you are un-flucking-be-leivable! What happened to 'mum's the word?"
Eric finally understood what the devil she was talking about "No, no, no," he said quickly "You see…" but he never finished
Beginning to turn red in the face, either from embarrassment or rage, slapped Eric roundly in the face; Eric didn't care that was from a misunderstanding, that was way over the line. She recoiled to do it again, but Eric saw; halfway through her swing, Eric expertly reached out and grabbed her hand
"Let… go of me!" she shouted
Eric didn't want to make a scene, so he turned around and stormed off.
"I'm going to a place…" he started
"…Where everybody knows your name?" she finished
"Correct"
"That's right," Laura shouted after him "Run away, coward!"
It was 1:30 when Eric arrived at Rio Grande martial arts; the building was empty, dark, and locked. Eric went up to the door, pressed his thumb against the security pad; all the lights went on, the doors came unlocked, and a robotic voice said "Level 5 security clearance granted". Eric didn't bother to change more than out of his combat boots and woolen socks; he went inside the main room, and began to wail on the bags; butterfly roundhouses, slashing roundhouse spinning side kicks, spinning reverse crescent jump turning crescent drills, whatever he could think of.
It was 3:00 am when a group of small, unidentified aircraft; Nod airships, harpies if you must know, called the slavers, breeched a small, undefended hole in the outer perimeter air defense. They took 8 minutes to reach Crockett Blvd. Where they found Rio Grande martial arts, next to some storage warehouse outfits, across the street from some houses; they landed in the parking lot, several NOD special forces and a handful of black-hand snipers disembarked.
Eric didn't see the troops come in from the unlocked door, and began to pour into the main room of the large dojang; They began to fire in his general direction, he turned around, and the black-hand snipers fired several shots, shattering the main window; Eric did a back flip to grab kick, wrapping his legs around one neck, reverted back, and slammed his head into the floor, he grabbed a giant bamboo quarterstaff, sitting in the corner, and did some of what they call the world's greatest martial art: Shao-Lin Kung-Fu. He did a jump cross stance, stabbing one of them, knocking some skin off, some blood out, and another combatant to the ground; he did some capiolera, too, a handstand to double spin kick, beating a couple of guys down; guns lay strewn across the floor, and there were 2 soldiers left opposing him. Out in the parking lot, a Black Hand sniper fired a shot at Eric's trunk (torso), it punctured some big veins, the world around him turned to bug races, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Well," said a NOD officer "Don't just stand there, bring him out!"
"For Kane!" shouted one of the soldiers, and they drug Eric out, and loaded him in the back of the chopper, while the injured troops quickly jumped in other choppers.
Across the street was the Mason residence; Jack Mason, a 3rd Dan black belt, and his son, Ritchie, a 2nd Dan black belt were dressed, sharpening their hunting knives, and it appeared to them that Rio Grande was under attack, and Master Simmons was unconscious; the ran across the street as quietly as possible, Jack threw his hunting knife in the back of 1 solider, on the spur of the moment, Ritchie attacked the same target; he fell over dead, and a black hand officer turned around, with a farensi M12 automatic shotgun quickly executed them both. They fell back, and hit the ground, lying together in a growing pool of blood; then the slavers took off, undetected, for a nearby Black Hand POW Camp.
"I know I make a lot of jokes about Vera, but the truth is, if that woman left me, I don't know what I'd do… first"
-George Wendt, Cheers
Cars zoomed past as the scaled the sidewalk, Eric stretched and yawned; he turned around and told a joke
"Me so so-wee!" he shouted, sticking his teeth out
Laura didn't catch the joke "For what?"
Eric, on the other hand, thought she did "You know,"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Laura said, quite offended
"Well you remember on that…" 'Old loony toons cartoon with the Japanese midget guy' Eric was about to say, but Laura flunked telepathy in high school.
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" she shouted "Eric Theodore Clancy Simmons, you are un-flucking-be-leivable! What happened to 'mum's the word?"
Eric finally understood what the devil she was talking about "No, no, no," he said quickly "You see…" but he never finished
Beginning to turn red in the face, either from embarrassment or rage, slapped Eric roundly in the face; Eric didn't care that was from a misunderstanding, that was way over the line. She recoiled to do it again, but Eric saw; halfway through her swing, Eric expertly reached out and grabbed her hand
"Let… go of me!" she shouted
Eric didn't want to make a scene, so he turned around and stormed off.
"I'm going to a place…" he started
"…Where everybody knows your name?" she finished
"Correct"
"That's right," Laura shouted after him "Run away, coward!"
It was 1:30 when Eric arrived at Rio Grande martial arts; the building was empty, dark, and locked. Eric went up to the door, pressed his thumb against the security pad; all the lights went on, the doors came unlocked, and a robotic voice said "Level 5 security clearance granted". Eric didn't bother to change more than out of his combat boots and woolen socks; he went inside the main room, and began to wail on the bags; butterfly roundhouses, slashing roundhouse spinning side kicks, spinning reverse crescent jump turning crescent drills, whatever he could think of.
It was 3:00 am when a group of small, unidentified aircraft; Nod airships, harpies if you must know, called the slavers, breeched a small, undefended hole in the outer perimeter air defense. They took 8 minutes to reach Crockett Blvd. Where they found Rio Grande martial arts, next to some storage warehouse outfits, across the street from some houses; they landed in the parking lot, several NOD special forces and a handful of black-hand snipers disembarked.
Eric didn't see the troops come in from the unlocked door, and began to pour into the main room of the large dojang; They began to fire in his general direction, he turned around, and the black-hand snipers fired several shots, shattering the main window; Eric did a back flip to grab kick, wrapping his legs around one neck, reverted back, and slammed his head into the floor, he grabbed a giant bamboo quarterstaff, sitting in the corner, and did some of what they call the world's greatest martial art: Shao-Lin Kung-Fu. He did a jump cross stance, stabbing one of them, knocking some skin off, some blood out, and another combatant to the ground; he did some capiolera, too, a handstand to double spin kick, beating a couple of guys down; guns lay strewn across the floor, and there were 2 soldiers left opposing him. Out in the parking lot, a Black Hand sniper fired a shot at Eric's trunk (torso), it punctured some big veins, the world around him turned to bug races, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Well," said a NOD officer "Don't just stand there, bring him out!"
"For Kane!" shouted one of the soldiers, and they drug Eric out, and loaded him in the back of the chopper, while the injured troops quickly jumped in other choppers.
Across the street was the Mason residence; Jack Mason, a 3rd Dan black belt, and his son, Ritchie, a 2nd Dan black belt were dressed, sharpening their hunting knives, and it appeared to them that Rio Grande was under attack, and Master Simmons was unconscious; the ran across the street as quietly as possible, Jack threw his hunting knife in the back of 1 solider, on the spur of the moment, Ritchie attacked the same target; he fell over dead, and a black hand officer turned around, with a farensi M12 automatic shotgun quickly executed them both. They fell back, and hit the ground, lying together in a growing pool of blood; then the slavers took off, undetected, for a nearby Black Hand POW Camp.
"I know I make a lot of jokes about Vera, but the truth is, if that woman left me, I don't know what I'd do… first"
-George Wendt, Cheers