Disclaimer: The movie Extreme Heist and all characters therein are property of ZRO Limit Productions. I only lay claim to Kane and Denise Kendall, even though I can't lay claim to her descendant... (PR fans will get the joke!)
Author's Note: I believe I am the first known person to actually write a story for Extreme Heist. Do not ask me WHY I ever thought of this, but I did. Thanks go out to Johnny Yong Bosch for being such a hottie and making Extreme Heist so I could get the idea for this story, and (begrudgingly) to my muses who have helped me with this story as much as they've given me writer's block. :^)
The Green Tiger
by Froggie Lover
Chapter One: A "New" Car
Billy Ray Leung smiled as he saw an abandoned car along the railroad tracks. He and his best friend and partner-in-crime Guile Lydon had been walking for an hour trying to find a nearby town. But a car was even better. It was a black '91 Toyota Camry. He ran a hand through his dark hair and glanced to Guile.
"There's my car," Billy Ray said, pointing to the car.
"Nice ride. Now, what the hell is doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" Guile answered, turning towards his friend.
Billy Ray shrugged his shoulders playfully. "Thought I might leave it out here just in case I ever got lost."
"Well, we certainly are lost," Guile observed, looking around.
"Yup. So, just let me find my keys..." Billy Ray answered, fishing around in his pockets.
Guile laughed and pulled the crow bar out of his inside coat pocket. Billy Ray looked up and Guile threw the projectile. The former caught it with ease. The two continued up the tracks to the car. It only took Billy Ray a second to unlock the door, and only a few seconds more to get the engine running. Guile smiled mischieviously and got in the passenger's side as his partner unlocked it. They turned the machine around and went back to the road Kim had left on an hour ago.
"Finally, I can rest! No more friggin walking around," Guile said, resting back into the seat.
"Don't get too comfortable. If I get tired, you're driving."
"In your dreams."
~*~*~*~
The theif quickly somersaulted across the table and hid underneath the cloth covering it. They heard voices coming from the entry of the room. One was a deep, male voice. The other was male as well, but perhaps not as deep.
"I heard something in here," the deep voice said quietly.
"I'm surprised you heard anything with all that racket you were making about Micheal's downfall."
"The man is dead! Some idiot who stole his car a few days ago caused him to fall straight towards the ground from a plane... Right to his death!! That little punk is going to pay; whoever he is."
Who is Micheal? the theif wondered from their perch underneath the table. It couldn't be the same one the Bureau was after. He would've never been murdered by an idiot of any sort.
"But why put yourself at risk? If that guy killed Micheal, who knows what damage he can cause to you!!" the smaller-sounding man exclaimed.
"Micheal was an idiot; I must admit that. But, I still have to avenge his death. I am his brother, after all."
