"I believe everybody in the world should have guns. Citizens should have bazookas and rocket launchers too. I believe that all citizens should have their weapons of choice. However, I also believe that only I should have the ammunition. Because frankly, I wouldn't trust the rest of the goobers with anything more dangerous than string." ~ Scott Adams
Chapter Four
Two dark figures bounded from one building to the other through the dead of the frosty night. They peered over at a glass lit up skyscraper. Nodding to each other, the shorter one pulled out a suction hook from his backpack. Giving it a few swings, he thrust it at the building. It stuck to the side. Giving it a tug, he jumped from the roof and swung into the building. His taller companion did likewise.
The two reached back and pulled out suction devices for their hands and feet, which they carefully attached while dangling.
"Boris, everything secure?" The taller one asked into his watch-communicator.
After some static came a reply, "Da Boss-man."
The dark figures scaled their way up the building, stopping when they came to an open window. The two popped their heads in, to be met by the barrel of a gun. "What have we got here, eh?"
A giant muscular man with a cru-cut ran into the room and sorrowfully bowed to them, "Boris is sorry, Boss Steffen!"
The two made their way into the room, the gun barrel still fixed on them. The two pulled off their headgear and sighed, waving to the big-breasted green haired woman holding the gun.
"Il mio amore!" Exclaimed Steffen, the handsome brunette explaimed, reaching out to hug the woman. "Fancy meeting you here! You never mentioned you were stationed in the museum tonight."
"Yeah, and you never mentioned you were taking Miki out on a heist tonight," she replied, agitation in her tone.
"Is...Maya going to kill 'dem?" Timidly asked Boris with an anxious grin.
Maya withdrew her gun, proptly whacking Steffen over the head with it, "Sure, when they get home I will! God this sucks, when they said the museum may get attacked tonight I thought I'd get to seriously let off a few rounds of my new toy, Takashi! But noooo, it's just my moronic husband and my kid!"
Miki frowned, "Madre, it was not my fault. Padre said if I didn't help him he'd cut off my ammunition allowance for a week!"
"A week?" Maya cocked an eyebrow, "Steffen, isn't that a little rough?"
Steffen cooly placed his trademark shades over his eyes, "Il mio amore...it was an empty threat. Surely our Mikardo knew that."
Miki glared at his father, "No, I certainly did not!"
As Maya went to say something, an explosion went off, rocking the musuem. The four instantly drew their guns, running to the window. They peered up, to see a figure bounding away.
"Oh no you don't!" Laughed Maya, letting few bullets fly. The figure ducked them. "Bastard!" She let loose, firing like maniac.
Steffen lowered his shades, admiring Maya's intensity, "Puuur, you sure know how to burn my fire, you sexy creature."
Miki rolled his eyes. "Good grief."
Maya ran out of bullets. "Damn it! I didn't even get him!"
Boris noticed the figure's leaps slowing down, "He is scraped, yes?"
"Yeah, looks like it," confirmed Maya, "Would have been better to blast the creep!"
The museum shook. A chunk from the top broke off and tumbled to the road below. Maya frowned, peering up to see all of the top floors destroyed. "This had better not come out of my paycheck."
"If it does...you know who to call," assured her husband, flashing a debonaire grin.
Maya kicked back, winding his stomache, "Can't you go a minute without saying something stupid?"
"Was that...the same guy?" Wondered Miki.
"What does he want?" Followed Boris.
Maya turned around, "Well how the hell should I know? No one in Police Town knows anything yet. So far he seems like a freak who enjoys blowing up stuff."
After catching his breath, Steffen steadied himself into his usual cool composure, "I've done some checking up in the underground, so far nothing can come up. This is a worry for the local crime cyndicates too, after all, we can't have some amateur taking our deserved spotlight."
"I thought the purpose of an underground was to not have any spotlight," Miki sighed.
Steffen laughed, "Si, you'd think that, wouldn't you."
Maya stared below at the people huddling around the fallen chunk of the museum, "I'm gonna get that bastard...if it's the last thing I do!"
"There she goes again!" Purred Steffen, "Such passion!"
Maya attempted to get him in a headlock, but he ducked, swept her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Boris sniffled, "'Is so beautiful!"
Miki's cellphone rang. "Hello? Oh hi, bro. Everything's gone OK, Padre's just trying to get himself killed again. Be there in an hour, Saturo."
Chapter Four
Two dark figures bounded from one building to the other through the dead of the frosty night. They peered over at a glass lit up skyscraper. Nodding to each other, the shorter one pulled out a suction hook from his backpack. Giving it a few swings, he thrust it at the building. It stuck to the side. Giving it a tug, he jumped from the roof and swung into the building. His taller companion did likewise.
The two reached back and pulled out suction devices for their hands and feet, which they carefully attached while dangling.
"Boris, everything secure?" The taller one asked into his watch-communicator.
After some static came a reply, "Da Boss-man."
The dark figures scaled their way up the building, stopping when they came to an open window. The two popped their heads in, to be met by the barrel of a gun. "What have we got here, eh?"
A giant muscular man with a cru-cut ran into the room and sorrowfully bowed to them, "Boris is sorry, Boss Steffen!"
The two made their way into the room, the gun barrel still fixed on them. The two pulled off their headgear and sighed, waving to the big-breasted green haired woman holding the gun.
"Il mio amore!" Exclaimed Steffen, the handsome brunette explaimed, reaching out to hug the woman. "Fancy meeting you here! You never mentioned you were stationed in the museum tonight."
"Yeah, and you never mentioned you were taking Miki out on a heist tonight," she replied, agitation in her tone.
"Is...Maya going to kill 'dem?" Timidly asked Boris with an anxious grin.
Maya withdrew her gun, proptly whacking Steffen over the head with it, "Sure, when they get home I will! God this sucks, when they said the museum may get attacked tonight I thought I'd get to seriously let off a few rounds of my new toy, Takashi! But noooo, it's just my moronic husband and my kid!"
Miki frowned, "Madre, it was not my fault. Padre said if I didn't help him he'd cut off my ammunition allowance for a week!"
"A week?" Maya cocked an eyebrow, "Steffen, isn't that a little rough?"
Steffen cooly placed his trademark shades over his eyes, "Il mio amore...it was an empty threat. Surely our Mikardo knew that."
Miki glared at his father, "No, I certainly did not!"
As Maya went to say something, an explosion went off, rocking the musuem. The four instantly drew their guns, running to the window. They peered up, to see a figure bounding away.
"Oh no you don't!" Laughed Maya, letting few bullets fly. The figure ducked them. "Bastard!" She let loose, firing like maniac.
Steffen lowered his shades, admiring Maya's intensity, "Puuur, you sure know how to burn my fire, you sexy creature."
Miki rolled his eyes. "Good grief."
Maya ran out of bullets. "Damn it! I didn't even get him!"
Boris noticed the figure's leaps slowing down, "He is scraped, yes?"
"Yeah, looks like it," confirmed Maya, "Would have been better to blast the creep!"
The museum shook. A chunk from the top broke off and tumbled to the road below. Maya frowned, peering up to see all of the top floors destroyed. "This had better not come out of my paycheck."
"If it does...you know who to call," assured her husband, flashing a debonaire grin.
Maya kicked back, winding his stomache, "Can't you go a minute without saying something stupid?"
"Was that...the same guy?" Wondered Miki.
"What does he want?" Followed Boris.
Maya turned around, "Well how the hell should I know? No one in Police Town knows anything yet. So far he seems like a freak who enjoys blowing up stuff."
After catching his breath, Steffen steadied himself into his usual cool composure, "I've done some checking up in the underground, so far nothing can come up. This is a worry for the local crime cyndicates too, after all, we can't have some amateur taking our deserved spotlight."
"I thought the purpose of an underground was to not have any spotlight," Miki sighed.
Steffen laughed, "Si, you'd think that, wouldn't you."
Maya stared below at the people huddling around the fallen chunk of the museum, "I'm gonna get that bastard...if it's the last thing I do!"
"There she goes again!" Purred Steffen, "Such passion!"
Maya attempted to get him in a headlock, but he ducked, swept her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Boris sniffled, "'Is so beautiful!"
Miki's cellphone rang. "Hello? Oh hi, bro. Everything's gone OK, Padre's just trying to get himself killed again. Be there in an hour, Saturo."