There was a mishap last publication and a quarter of Chapter 2 got caught
up in Chapter 1's domain! So here is Chapter 2 in complete form. Read,
review (if you want) and most of all please enjoy!!
Chapter 2
Deadpool sensed the worm slide down his desiccated throat with the last of the tequila.
"Craaaappppp! I always swallow the damn worm" he retched. Deadpool and Mr Stranger were seated in the dark warehouse, Deadpool placing the glass down onto the makeshift table in front of both of them. "Yes, anyway. May I introduce myself?" the stranger queried. "Why the hell not, go for it, I double dare you!!" "Charles Phillip Leeds, owner of Leeds Fisheries down on the docks and I urgently need your help!" "I can tell. I sorta feel like James Bond without the Bond chicks, on her majesty's secret service" Deadpool smirked "Can we get serious please I made a deal with a local gang lord to give him half of all our profits in exchange for the safe and wellbeing of my business" "What sort of deal is that to get involved in?? You're getting' screwed over major like when Debbie visited Dallas!! That was a great movie. Oh well, why should I care I'm not friggin Oprah Winfrey. What would you like me to do Prince Charles?" "I need you to take the kingpin out and his cronies in the next few days without a hitch clean and easy" "That depends how deep this thing runs are we talking Marlon Brando, the Godfather deep or Tony Soprano deep," Deadpool smirked. "Well I don't know who those people are but I know its pretty risky job it's quite a large gang and I heard you were the best at what you do so I thought you would do it and the money is satisfactory I presume." Charles inquired. ".Say WHAT!! You've never ever heard of the Godfather?? That was almost the greatest movie series ever except the dud Part 3! And The Sopranos you're telling me you've never seen or heard of it?? I live by that series man! Tony is my god!" "No.no I haven't. Please will you do the job? You're the only hope we've got!" Charles pleaded. "Alrighty, but only if you promise me to watch The Godfather and re- runs of Sopranos. So where can I find this mob boss and his lap dogs?" "One of his trusted associates is collecting the weekly contribution this morning before sunrise from me at the docks and I assume you can follow him back to the headquarters and do your business without causing too much trouble hopefully" "I'll see what I can do. I'm not promising you that I won't cause mayhem though that is one of the pre-requisites of hiring mwah, you get my skills and the havoc that comes along with them". "Thankyou very much Mr Deadpool" Charles firmly said. "My pleasure to be of service to you. Do I get any of those funky gadgets like the watches with mini machine guns or those X ray specs that see through chick's skirts? That would be so awesome!" "No unfortunately just yourself and your weaponry will be required on the day and with that note I leave you sir and good luck" Charles spoke while leaving "Trust me I won't need it this be like every job I've ever done just with more cash in hand"
Deadpool slammed the door and went back to his bedroom. The clock read half past 4. He wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. He had to prepare for tomorrow's job. He slid into his red and black uniform, got the rifle and two handguns, plenty of ammo; consumed two bowls of Fruit loops and a bitter coffee and headed for the docks. This was going to be a long and hard day.
Chapter 2
Deadpool sensed the worm slide down his desiccated throat with the last of the tequila.
"Craaaappppp! I always swallow the damn worm" he retched. Deadpool and Mr Stranger were seated in the dark warehouse, Deadpool placing the glass down onto the makeshift table in front of both of them. "Yes, anyway. May I introduce myself?" the stranger queried. "Why the hell not, go for it, I double dare you!!" "Charles Phillip Leeds, owner of Leeds Fisheries down on the docks and I urgently need your help!" "I can tell. I sorta feel like James Bond without the Bond chicks, on her majesty's secret service" Deadpool smirked "Can we get serious please I made a deal with a local gang lord to give him half of all our profits in exchange for the safe and wellbeing of my business" "What sort of deal is that to get involved in?? You're getting' screwed over major like when Debbie visited Dallas!! That was a great movie. Oh well, why should I care I'm not friggin Oprah Winfrey. What would you like me to do Prince Charles?" "I need you to take the kingpin out and his cronies in the next few days without a hitch clean and easy" "That depends how deep this thing runs are we talking Marlon Brando, the Godfather deep or Tony Soprano deep," Deadpool smirked. "Well I don't know who those people are but I know its pretty risky job it's quite a large gang and I heard you were the best at what you do so I thought you would do it and the money is satisfactory I presume." Charles inquired. ".Say WHAT!! You've never ever heard of the Godfather?? That was almost the greatest movie series ever except the dud Part 3! And The Sopranos you're telling me you've never seen or heard of it?? I live by that series man! Tony is my god!" "No.no I haven't. Please will you do the job? You're the only hope we've got!" Charles pleaded. "Alrighty, but only if you promise me to watch The Godfather and re- runs of Sopranos. So where can I find this mob boss and his lap dogs?" "One of his trusted associates is collecting the weekly contribution this morning before sunrise from me at the docks and I assume you can follow him back to the headquarters and do your business without causing too much trouble hopefully" "I'll see what I can do. I'm not promising you that I won't cause mayhem though that is one of the pre-requisites of hiring mwah, you get my skills and the havoc that comes along with them". "Thankyou very much Mr Deadpool" Charles firmly said. "My pleasure to be of service to you. Do I get any of those funky gadgets like the watches with mini machine guns or those X ray specs that see through chick's skirts? That would be so awesome!" "No unfortunately just yourself and your weaponry will be required on the day and with that note I leave you sir and good luck" Charles spoke while leaving "Trust me I won't need it this be like every job I've ever done just with more cash in hand"
Deadpool slammed the door and went back to his bedroom. The clock read half past 4. He wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. He had to prepare for tomorrow's job. He slid into his red and black uniform, got the rifle and two handguns, plenty of ammo; consumed two bowls of Fruit loops and a bitter coffee and headed for the docks. This was going to be a long and hard day.