Chapter 3
"Shit!" This time it was the Chief who had cursed, and for good reason. Jenkins was being tortured by
Robert and thug number one, who were attempting to feed him what looked like a large wedge of.cheese?
"What in the name of all that is sacred is going on here?" demanded Chief.
"Chief holy crap you have got to help me-" he was cut off by thug number one,
"Shaddup you friggen carnie - you," he pointed to the Chief. "What the Fuc-" he was down with one punch
before he could finish his sentence, and while doing so, the Chief squeezed a little hard on his interrogator and
knocked him out.
"Oops," he said nonchalantly as he freed Jenkins from his bonds, and that was when he noticed the horrible
smell emitted from the large wedge of cheese now lying on the ground. He also noticed that Robert and thug number
one were both wearing nose-filters. "No wonder," he said, "you," he pointed to Robert, who was cowering on the
ground, "What the hell were you doing to him?" Robert shrugged,
"Hell we were just trying to bribe some answers out of him, thought you guys loved that junk-" he was cut
off by thug number one, who was recovering from a bloody nose.
"Shut up moron, you'll reveal-" The Chief gave him another bloody nose to recover from, pulled Jenkins
up, and left the room.
"Thanks Chief," said Jenkins, as they approached the door, " That shit stunk. What the hell is going on-"
Jenkins was interrupted by the crack of The Chief punching the first of the incoming gun toting guards as he exited
the room. He then quickly grabbed the guard's gun and shot the next one in line square in the chest. Three more
guards fell as the Chief and Jenkins exited the room.
"You certainly sound better." Said the Chief grumpily; he still had a splitting headache.
"Yea, 'cept all I remember is who you are." Said Jenkins matter-o- factly.
"Wonderful, it's probably a side effect of the darts Jenkins." Said the Chief.
"Damn it, my name is Jenkins.I sound like a faggot." Whined Jenkins. The Chief sighed and continued
forward down the hallway. When they were about 20 feet down, Robert and thug number one both emerged from
Jenkins's interrogation room, both toting sniper rifles. The Chief sighed, and quickly shot thug number one in the
forehead.
"Holy shit Will are you alright man?" cried Robert. "Hey you rat bastar-" Robert's insults were cut short as
a dart penetrated his thigh.
"OW FUCK!" cried Robert as he fell over and began twitching. The Chief immediately continued down the
hallway, and soon he and Jenkins came to an elevator at the end of the brightly lit hallway.
"What the hell is this thing?" asked Jenkins as he saw the elevator up close. The Chief sighed, opened the
doors, and pushed Jenkins in. There was an eerie silence as the elevator rose through the various levels of what was
now seeming to Chief to be an underground complex.
"So Chief, my names Jenkins.what exactly do I do? All I know is you're a retired SPARTAN who
became an underdog cop constantly persecuted by those who-"
"Christ Jenkins don't remind me, all you need to know is your memory is gone, and if you don't stick close
to me, chances are you will be caught. Understand?"
"Oh ok.where are we?"
"Jenkins." said Chief in a warning tone. Jenkins was silenced. About 3 floors later, the elevator halted
suddenly.
"What's going on Chief?" cried Jenkins, petrified.
"Stay calm Jenkins, I think they've cut power to the elevators." Said Chief. He had though it might come to
this. He glanced at the floor numbers. They were currently on floor 47, floor 50 being the top and 0 being the
bottom. "Good we're close, let's move Jenkins." Said Chief as he pried open the doors with little effort. He didn't
exactly expect to see what he saw.
"Shit!"
"Shit!" This time it was the Chief who had cursed, and for good reason. Jenkins was being tortured by
Robert and thug number one, who were attempting to feed him what looked like a large wedge of.cheese?
"What in the name of all that is sacred is going on here?" demanded Chief.
"Chief holy crap you have got to help me-" he was cut off by thug number one,
"Shaddup you friggen carnie - you," he pointed to the Chief. "What the Fuc-" he was down with one punch
before he could finish his sentence, and while doing so, the Chief squeezed a little hard on his interrogator and
knocked him out.
"Oops," he said nonchalantly as he freed Jenkins from his bonds, and that was when he noticed the horrible
smell emitted from the large wedge of cheese now lying on the ground. He also noticed that Robert and thug number
one were both wearing nose-filters. "No wonder," he said, "you," he pointed to Robert, who was cowering on the
ground, "What the hell were you doing to him?" Robert shrugged,
"Hell we were just trying to bribe some answers out of him, thought you guys loved that junk-" he was cut
off by thug number one, who was recovering from a bloody nose.
"Shut up moron, you'll reveal-" The Chief gave him another bloody nose to recover from, pulled Jenkins
up, and left the room.
"Thanks Chief," said Jenkins, as they approached the door, " That shit stunk. What the hell is going on-"
Jenkins was interrupted by the crack of The Chief punching the first of the incoming gun toting guards as he exited
the room. He then quickly grabbed the guard's gun and shot the next one in line square in the chest. Three more
guards fell as the Chief and Jenkins exited the room.
"You certainly sound better." Said the Chief grumpily; he still had a splitting headache.
"Yea, 'cept all I remember is who you are." Said Jenkins matter-o- factly.
"Wonderful, it's probably a side effect of the darts Jenkins." Said the Chief.
"Damn it, my name is Jenkins.I sound like a faggot." Whined Jenkins. The Chief sighed and continued
forward down the hallway. When they were about 20 feet down, Robert and thug number one both emerged from
Jenkins's interrogation room, both toting sniper rifles. The Chief sighed, and quickly shot thug number one in the
forehead.
"Holy shit Will are you alright man?" cried Robert. "Hey you rat bastar-" Robert's insults were cut short as
a dart penetrated his thigh.
"OW FUCK!" cried Robert as he fell over and began twitching. The Chief immediately continued down the
hallway, and soon he and Jenkins came to an elevator at the end of the brightly lit hallway.
"What the hell is this thing?" asked Jenkins as he saw the elevator up close. The Chief sighed, opened the
doors, and pushed Jenkins in. There was an eerie silence as the elevator rose through the various levels of what was
now seeming to Chief to be an underground complex.
"So Chief, my names Jenkins.what exactly do I do? All I know is you're a retired SPARTAN who
became an underdog cop constantly persecuted by those who-"
"Christ Jenkins don't remind me, all you need to know is your memory is gone, and if you don't stick close
to me, chances are you will be caught. Understand?"
"Oh ok.where are we?"
"Jenkins." said Chief in a warning tone. Jenkins was silenced. About 3 floors later, the elevator halted
suddenly.
"What's going on Chief?" cried Jenkins, petrified.
"Stay calm Jenkins, I think they've cut power to the elevators." Said Chief. He had though it might come to
this. He glanced at the floor numbers. They were currently on floor 47, floor 50 being the top and 0 being the
bottom. "Good we're close, let's move Jenkins." Said Chief as he pried open the doors with little effort. He didn't
exactly expect to see what he saw.
"Shit!"