Chapter 2
A Very Big Explosion
"That'll be 15 woolongs", the Bartender said. Spike had no money on him, nor did he feel like paying so he whipped out his gun and said, "I hope it's on the house." The bartender flinched behind the counter like an obedient dog. Spike looked at the keys his father gave him. Meanwhile, outside Vicious gave some money to a thug and crawled into the bars air ducts. The ducts led him to the bathroom, he went into a stall and planted a remote C-4 on the toilet, then took out his pistol and screwed a silencer on it. Then crawled back into the duct and waited. The thug Vicious had been talking to smashed into the bar and sucker punched Spike in the face and sprinted to the bathroom. Spike followed the thug into the bathroom, the thug dropped with a bullet hole in his head, but it wasn't Spike. He saw Vicious scamper away in the ducts. Then BOOM! Vicious detonated the C-4, leveling the entire bar. To Spike's luck a local detective, Jet Black was doing rounds a block away when that bomb went off. Jet is a balding man in his mid fifties wearing a police uniform. H drove to the leveled bar a fast a he could. When he got there the bartender lay there unconscious a couple feet away from the withered remains of Spike. Spike was on the ground, his body steaming and gnarled. To Jet's amazement Spike was still breathing, so he got his cell phone and called an ambulance. The medics picked up Spike's body and put it onto a stretcher. Spike groaned and looked at Jet, and examined his face and uniform and muttered, "Ya got me", and then passed out.
"That'll be 15 woolongs", the Bartender said. Spike had no money on him, nor did he feel like paying so he whipped out his gun and said, "I hope it's on the house." The bartender flinched behind the counter like an obedient dog. Spike looked at the keys his father gave him. Meanwhile, outside Vicious gave some money to a thug and crawled into the bars air ducts. The ducts led him to the bathroom, he went into a stall and planted a remote C-4 on the toilet, then took out his pistol and screwed a silencer on it. Then crawled back into the duct and waited. The thug Vicious had been talking to smashed into the bar and sucker punched Spike in the face and sprinted to the bathroom. Spike followed the thug into the bathroom, the thug dropped with a bullet hole in his head, but it wasn't Spike. He saw Vicious scamper away in the ducts. Then BOOM! Vicious detonated the C-4, leveling the entire bar. To Spike's luck a local detective, Jet Black was doing rounds a block away when that bomb went off. Jet is a balding man in his mid fifties wearing a police uniform. H drove to the leveled bar a fast a he could. When he got there the bartender lay there unconscious a couple feet away from the withered remains of Spike. Spike was on the ground, his body steaming and gnarled. To Jet's amazement Spike was still breathing, so he got his cell phone and called an ambulance. The medics picked up Spike's body and put it onto a stretcher. Spike groaned and looked at Jet, and examined his face and uniform and muttered, "Ya got me", and then passed out.