Chapter two
"Shit!" The Chief looked around quickly, he hadn't said that. Jenkins had fallen over, it had probably
been-
"Shit, shit, shit! I told you I should have shot him, Christ Robert you suck with that thing.Oh crap where
is he-OW!" thug number 1, as Chief has already labeled him, went down with a painful punch to the back to the
head. Robert, the one toting the abnormally large sniper rifle, immediately dropped his weapon. Before he, or
anyone else for that matter, could get a word in, Jenkins interrupted.
"Holy shit Chief, the phone exploded,"
"Shut up Jenkins-" but the Chief was interrupted as his lightning reflexes detected a weak punch coming at
him, he dodged it and punched Robert square in the jaw, at the same time planting his foot on the slowly rising thug
number one's face. "Alright you two, what the hell are you doing trying to kill a police officer?" said Chief.
"Hey your not a cop, don't try and fool us." Said thug number one. The Chief was puzzled for a moment,
then realized he was not wearing his uniform, having forgotten it in the apartment.
"Look son, just tell me what's going on here, before I break your neck."
"Holy shit Chief, that guy tried to shoot-"
"Look Jenkins I know," said the Chief with an agitated voice. He was going to have to get Jenkins to a
hospital. Before he could think any further though, something thumped into the back of his neck. The last thing he
heard before blacking out was:
"And that gentlemen, is how you bag yourselves a Canadian Carnie."
The Chief awoke with a worse headache then he had had earlier.
"Mother of - what.where am I?" He hadn't expected an answer, but he got one.
"Shut up you damn carnie." Said the same young voice he had heard seemingly just seconds before.
"What, what the hell is a carnie-"
"Don't play dumb, we know who you are - you're the infamous leader of the traveling Canadian Circus-"
"Canadians!? What the hell makes you think I'm a godamn Canadian? I'm afraid you've got-" The Chief
was rudely interrupted by a heavy object striking his temples. This only increased his rage though, and he suddenly
snapped the ropes holding him in place. He had been seated in a chair and blindfolded, and was now neither and had
his right arm around his interrogator's neck.
"Now listen up Junior, first of all I'm not Canadian, and I have no idea how you made that
mistake.second-"
"Ahhhh! Good god don't do it! Chief, help me, god help me!"
"Christ," said Chief, blocking a feeble blow from his captive, who had turned out to be younger than he'd
expected, maybe in his early twenties. He was sporting dirty brown hair and was fairly athletic, and almost reminded
The Chief of himself. There was no time to dwell on this though, he had-
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" -Jenkins to worry about.
"Come on, scumbag,' he said to his captive, and he took the nearest exit out of the brightly illuminated
room, towards the sounds of Jenkins's voice. As he walked through the hallway beyond, his former interrigator
began to yell something. Immediately two guards entered the hallway from opposite ends. Both were toting
incredibly menacing sniper rifles, same as the ones he'd seen on Robert.
"Shit," The Chief used the interrogator as a human shield and ducked, causing the unfortunate shield to be
struck by both.darts.
"Only darts?" thought The Chief aloud as he dropped the shield and dashed into the nearest door. "So they
want me alive-"
"Chief thank god you're here - get this bastard away from me!" cried a very scared looking Jenkins.
"Shit!"
"Shit!" The Chief looked around quickly, he hadn't said that. Jenkins had fallen over, it had probably
been-
"Shit, shit, shit! I told you I should have shot him, Christ Robert you suck with that thing.Oh crap where
is he-OW!" thug number 1, as Chief has already labeled him, went down with a painful punch to the back to the
head. Robert, the one toting the abnormally large sniper rifle, immediately dropped his weapon. Before he, or
anyone else for that matter, could get a word in, Jenkins interrupted.
"Holy shit Chief, the phone exploded,"
"Shut up Jenkins-" but the Chief was interrupted as his lightning reflexes detected a weak punch coming at
him, he dodged it and punched Robert square in the jaw, at the same time planting his foot on the slowly rising thug
number one's face. "Alright you two, what the hell are you doing trying to kill a police officer?" said Chief.
"Hey your not a cop, don't try and fool us." Said thug number one. The Chief was puzzled for a moment,
then realized he was not wearing his uniform, having forgotten it in the apartment.
"Look son, just tell me what's going on here, before I break your neck."
"Holy shit Chief, that guy tried to shoot-"
"Look Jenkins I know," said the Chief with an agitated voice. He was going to have to get Jenkins to a
hospital. Before he could think any further though, something thumped into the back of his neck. The last thing he
heard before blacking out was:
"And that gentlemen, is how you bag yourselves a Canadian Carnie."
The Chief awoke with a worse headache then he had had earlier.
"Mother of - what.where am I?" He hadn't expected an answer, but he got one.
"Shut up you damn carnie." Said the same young voice he had heard seemingly just seconds before.
"What, what the hell is a carnie-"
"Don't play dumb, we know who you are - you're the infamous leader of the traveling Canadian Circus-"
"Canadians!? What the hell makes you think I'm a godamn Canadian? I'm afraid you've got-" The Chief
was rudely interrupted by a heavy object striking his temples. This only increased his rage though, and he suddenly
snapped the ropes holding him in place. He had been seated in a chair and blindfolded, and was now neither and had
his right arm around his interrogator's neck.
"Now listen up Junior, first of all I'm not Canadian, and I have no idea how you made that
mistake.second-"
"Ahhhh! Good god don't do it! Chief, help me, god help me!"
"Christ," said Chief, blocking a feeble blow from his captive, who had turned out to be younger than he'd
expected, maybe in his early twenties. He was sporting dirty brown hair and was fairly athletic, and almost reminded
The Chief of himself. There was no time to dwell on this though, he had-
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" -Jenkins to worry about.
"Come on, scumbag,' he said to his captive, and he took the nearest exit out of the brightly illuminated
room, towards the sounds of Jenkins's voice. As he walked through the hallway beyond, his former interrigator
began to yell something. Immediately two guards entered the hallway from opposite ends. Both were toting
incredibly menacing sniper rifles, same as the ones he'd seen on Robert.
"Shit," The Chief used the interrogator as a human shield and ducked, causing the unfortunate shield to be
struck by both.darts.
"Only darts?" thought The Chief aloud as he dropped the shield and dashed into the nearest door. "So they
want me alive-"
"Chief thank god you're here - get this bastard away from me!" cried a very scared looking Jenkins.
"Shit!"