When Sid finished reading the latest scheme, he decided that Andy and Vince
must be out of their fucking minds for this one. The plan was take their
little three-man army and infiltrate the Cartel headquarters. Sid decided
that he must be insane as well because he was definitely not going to back
out.
Six o'clock came around and Sid was feeling psyched about getting some vengeance on the gangster he met in the parking lot earlier in the day, if the moron happened to be at the Cartel headquarters when they pulled their little stunt. The three men started to prepare for their mission and were ready to go by seven o'clock. Butterflies appeared in their stomachs as they hopped into the newly stolen Cadillac Escalade.
"Why are we taking this piece of shit?" Sid complained.
"I'm hoping that when we roll up to the HQ, we'll look a little less conspicuous in a something one of the homies would drive. I hate Chad Muska and his dumb-shit ideas as much as you do, but if you quit thinking of it as the Chadillac Muskalade you might be able to make the little twenty minute ride without puking," replied Vince, which brought much laughter to cabin.
When the SUV was rolling out into the traffic of one the city's busy streets, Sid asked, "Hey, how's Tony doing, anyway?"
Andy, who was at the wheel, answered, "That tough little fucker pulled through. I guess he's out of critical care and into a regular hospital room. He's definitely going to live."
With that good news, the three punkers rode the rest of the way in silence.
Six o'clock came around and Sid was feeling psyched about getting some vengeance on the gangster he met in the parking lot earlier in the day, if the moron happened to be at the Cartel headquarters when they pulled their little stunt. The three men started to prepare for their mission and were ready to go by seven o'clock. Butterflies appeared in their stomachs as they hopped into the newly stolen Cadillac Escalade.
"Why are we taking this piece of shit?" Sid complained.
"I'm hoping that when we roll up to the HQ, we'll look a little less conspicuous in a something one of the homies would drive. I hate Chad Muska and his dumb-shit ideas as much as you do, but if you quit thinking of it as the Chadillac Muskalade you might be able to make the little twenty minute ride without puking," replied Vince, which brought much laughter to cabin.
When the SUV was rolling out into the traffic of one the city's busy streets, Sid asked, "Hey, how's Tony doing, anyway?"
Andy, who was at the wheel, answered, "That tough little fucker pulled through. I guess he's out of critical care and into a regular hospital room. He's definitely going to live."
With that good news, the three punkers rode the rest of the way in silence.