The ride to the hotel was long and boring, though the only one to get any
sleep was Bosco. The group in the black van were wondering exactly how
Bosco could sleep. Jimmy had decided to play music as loud as possible and
it took quite a struggle for Smith to raise his voice over ACDC to yell
the instructions to the hotel.
"TURN RIGHT!!" he yelled. Jimmy seemed to hear himquite easily, though, considering the volume of the music.
"Jimmy turn that DAMN MUSIC OFF NOW!" yelled Kim. Finally, silence.
"I like listening to music." Said Jimmy, upset that she had made him turn off his radio.
"Yeah but it will wake up Bosco." She nodded over to Bosco in the back seat, who was still, amazingly, fast asleep until.
RING!! Bosco nearly jumped off his seat. He had accidently left his phone extremely close to his ear. Groggily he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Boscorelli" he said into the cell.
"Not for long. Soon It'll be 'The Late Boscorelli'" said an increasingly familiar voice on the other end of the phone.
"What do you want?" he asked exasperated. The others looked over at him curious and worried, they had obviously realized that their friend wasn't talking to the Leiutenent.
"I want to finish what I started." Said Recent.
"What you started? What the hell are you talking about, Recent?"
"You'll see." Said the scratchy voice of Recent. Then all Bosco heard from the other end of the phone was a dial tone.
"Damn it!" screamed Bosco, through clenched teeth.
"What did he say?" asked Davis, in a surprisingly calm and patient voice.
"He said he wanted to finish what he started."
"What does that mean?" asked Smith.
"I guess it means when he attacked Bosco at the house." Suggested Kim.
"Yeah, maybe." Bosco whispered to himself in a doubtful tone.
Finally, after quite a long drive, they arrived at the hotel. It was dark and brown and looked very spooky. It was also very big and cold, which wasn't exactly to their taste.
"Aw Crap." Stated Carlos, when he observed where they were staying.
"It does look very run down." Said Faith.
"ah well, I guess we should make the best of it. Hey theres the hotel manager." Smith said.
They walked over to a desk in the middle of the room, where a dark, menacing looking man stood behind it.
"Hi we'd like a couple of rooms please." Said Doc, takeing charge.
"Yes, of course, my name is Mr. Brady, one moment please."said the sinister looking man before he stepped into the back room.
He came out again, only this time he was carrying a gun. Brady pointed the gun at them and before they had time to react, 7 more men came out of no where and raised their guns aswell.
"Aw Crap."
"TURN RIGHT!!" he yelled. Jimmy seemed to hear himquite easily, though, considering the volume of the music.
"Jimmy turn that DAMN MUSIC OFF NOW!" yelled Kim. Finally, silence.
"I like listening to music." Said Jimmy, upset that she had made him turn off his radio.
"Yeah but it will wake up Bosco." She nodded over to Bosco in the back seat, who was still, amazingly, fast asleep until.
RING!! Bosco nearly jumped off his seat. He had accidently left his phone extremely close to his ear. Groggily he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Boscorelli" he said into the cell.
"Not for long. Soon It'll be 'The Late Boscorelli'" said an increasingly familiar voice on the other end of the phone.
"What do you want?" he asked exasperated. The others looked over at him curious and worried, they had obviously realized that their friend wasn't talking to the Leiutenent.
"I want to finish what I started." Said Recent.
"What you started? What the hell are you talking about, Recent?"
"You'll see." Said the scratchy voice of Recent. Then all Bosco heard from the other end of the phone was a dial tone.
"Damn it!" screamed Bosco, through clenched teeth.
"What did he say?" asked Davis, in a surprisingly calm and patient voice.
"He said he wanted to finish what he started."
"What does that mean?" asked Smith.
"I guess it means when he attacked Bosco at the house." Suggested Kim.
"Yeah, maybe." Bosco whispered to himself in a doubtful tone.
Finally, after quite a long drive, they arrived at the hotel. It was dark and brown and looked very spooky. It was also very big and cold, which wasn't exactly to their taste.
"Aw Crap." Stated Carlos, when he observed where they were staying.
"It does look very run down." Said Faith.
"ah well, I guess we should make the best of it. Hey theres the hotel manager." Smith said.
They walked over to a desk in the middle of the room, where a dark, menacing looking man stood behind it.
"Hi we'd like a couple of rooms please." Said Doc, takeing charge.
"Yes, of course, my name is Mr. Brady, one moment please."said the sinister looking man before he stepped into the back room.
He came out again, only this time he was carrying a gun. Brady pointed the gun at them and before they had time to react, 7 more men came out of no where and raised their guns aswell.
"Aw Crap."