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What you need to know so far: Deadpool has agreed to a do a job for Charles Leeds of Leeds Fisheries who's been having trouble with the Mafia for a hefty reward.
Chapter 3
Leeds Fisheries, 5:45am
The Sun's ugly yellow face had not ascended the morning skies as yet but it was definitely on its way and so was the Mafia man stealing the weekly payment for his boss. Just the man Deadpool wanted to see this morning. He had sunk into his snug position on the bottom of a pier opposite the fisheries; and was all ready to go. Playing the dreaded waiting game he was trying to avert falling into a blissful (yet painful all the same) slumber. "Dammit!" Deadpool screeched while slapping his head back to consciousness. "Focus, be alert and think of the money." He thought about the prospect of half a million dollars in his possession. An indoor swimming facility complete with bikini babes, a full size pool table, one of those new wide screen HDTV's, the possibilities were limitless. "99 shots of vodka on the bar, 99 shots of vodka, you throw one down, you pass out on the ground, 98 shots of vodka on the bar" Deadpool sung half- heartedly while igniting the freshly rolled cigarette clenched in between his unbrushed teeth. Inhaling deeply, he saw an incredibly weary Charles Leeds outside the gate of the fisheries looking like what Deadpool was feeling (and most probably looking like as well if you could imagine) and holding a large grey envelope that obviously contained the money. He signalled to Deadpool with his nervous yet confident facial expression while dashing around like a dog on heat. "Ok, alright, settle down Chuck, its goin' to be just fine," Deadpool quietly uttered when who was on his way to the fisheries gate and Charles but the Mafia man. "Bingo, here we go, place your bets, down to business" Deadpool maintained his position.
He was completely bald and of a large build, resembling Steve the bodyguard from the Jerry Springer Show. Small, mirrored sunglasses adorned his face, as did a jagged scar, which ran from his left cheek to the bottom of his chin. He was eyeing the area suspiciously but approached the now very intimidated Charles Leeds. Charles eyes floated towards Deadpool's position to achieve reassurance. "Do NOT look over here!! Just give him the damn envelope and then I can get to work alright!" he silently screamed. Baldly looked over and caught a glimpse of Deadpool watching intently and immediately grabbed the envelope, pulled out his pistol and drove two slugs into Charles legs. "Awww crappp no!" he screeched while trying to hide.
The hairless wonder started running towards the pier to take out Deadpool while cleaning the blood off his pistol and reloading it.
"C'mon buddy lets see what you've got for me" Deadpool pulled out his sidearm and backed up against a termite ridden wooden beam waiting intently for the face-off.
What you need to know so far: Deadpool has agreed to a do a job for Charles Leeds of Leeds Fisheries who's been having trouble with the Mafia for a hefty reward.
Chapter 3
Leeds Fisheries, 5:45am
The Sun's ugly yellow face had not ascended the morning skies as yet but it was definitely on its way and so was the Mafia man stealing the weekly payment for his boss. Just the man Deadpool wanted to see this morning. He had sunk into his snug position on the bottom of a pier opposite the fisheries; and was all ready to go. Playing the dreaded waiting game he was trying to avert falling into a blissful (yet painful all the same) slumber. "Dammit!" Deadpool screeched while slapping his head back to consciousness. "Focus, be alert and think of the money." He thought about the prospect of half a million dollars in his possession. An indoor swimming facility complete with bikini babes, a full size pool table, one of those new wide screen HDTV's, the possibilities were limitless. "99 shots of vodka on the bar, 99 shots of vodka, you throw one down, you pass out on the ground, 98 shots of vodka on the bar" Deadpool sung half- heartedly while igniting the freshly rolled cigarette clenched in between his unbrushed teeth. Inhaling deeply, he saw an incredibly weary Charles Leeds outside the gate of the fisheries looking like what Deadpool was feeling (and most probably looking like as well if you could imagine) and holding a large grey envelope that obviously contained the money. He signalled to Deadpool with his nervous yet confident facial expression while dashing around like a dog on heat. "Ok, alright, settle down Chuck, its goin' to be just fine," Deadpool quietly uttered when who was on his way to the fisheries gate and Charles but the Mafia man. "Bingo, here we go, place your bets, down to business" Deadpool maintained his position.
He was completely bald and of a large build, resembling Steve the bodyguard from the Jerry Springer Show. Small, mirrored sunglasses adorned his face, as did a jagged scar, which ran from his left cheek to the bottom of his chin. He was eyeing the area suspiciously but approached the now very intimidated Charles Leeds. Charles eyes floated towards Deadpool's position to achieve reassurance. "Do NOT look over here!! Just give him the damn envelope and then I can get to work alright!" he silently screamed. Baldly looked over and caught a glimpse of Deadpool watching intently and immediately grabbed the envelope, pulled out his pistol and drove two slugs into Charles legs. "Awww crappp no!" he screeched while trying to hide.
The hairless wonder started running towards the pier to take out Deadpool while cleaning the blood off his pistol and reloading it.
"C'mon buddy lets see what you've got for me" Deadpool pulled out his sidearm and backed up against a termite ridden wooden beam waiting intently for the face-off.