There was the screeching of tires and the smell of burning rubber danced
under Gerald Strickland nose. Easing one hand off the wheel he grabbed a
Colt 45. Aimed it out the window at the punks he was chasing and fired
off a shot, one of them screamed and dropped his gun over the side of the
car as he lurched forward. For a minute Strickland had thought he'd won
but a moment later the kid recovered his composure then turned and
flipped Strickland off in a sign of rebellion, before the kid could
blink, Strickland thrust the gun out the side window and fired off
another shot. The kid howled in pain and clutched his hand as his middle
finger was shot clean off!
"Wake up boss!" Biff stirred slightly, "Hey c'mon Biff, you gotta wake up
now, or you'll be late for that meeting!" Slowly Biff opened his eyes and
noticed his buddies standing over him a slight worried look was etched
onto 3-D's face as he and Match helped Biff sit up slowly. W-where am I?"
He asked shaking his head then grabbing at it as a surge of pain exploded
in his skull.
"Your in the bedroom Biff" Skinhead explained "We been looking for ya all
night, after we lost that Mcfly kid.- we found you on the roof about ten
minutes ago"
"Yeah, and you woke up just in time too" Match added
Biff clutched his head "why?" He asked.
"Cause you got that meeting with Mr. Bin Laden and Mr. Hussein in half an
hour--you know, for the nukes they wanted to buy from ya?"
Biff nodded as his memories flooded back to him, and he stood to his feet
"I'm gonna go get dressed," he said "Get every freakin' security man you
got--no get every freakin' cop in this sad excuse for a city and find
that little sonuva--"
He stopped, wincing as his head began to ache.
"Tell Lester to get the stinkin' limo out back!" He snarled as he stomped
into his personal dressing room and locked the doors.
Biff winced as a small pain shot across the back of his skull and
finished up tying his tie and turned to leave the room. He smiled upon
seeing his latest and perhaps greatest achievement in a glass case across
the room. Namely the book "A Match Made In Space" with "A Novel By Biff
Tannen" written across the bottom. He'd been making tons of money off it
ever since it's release three weeks ago. Sure he hadn't written it, but
who'd know? With the original drafts hidden up in his safe next to the
Almanac that hand made him famous no one was the wiser. Another one of
his great achievements.
A few minutes later Biff was whistling the tune of a Kiss song as he
walked outside and over to his limo, with Lorraine in tow.
"C'MON LORRAINE!" He snapped "HURRY UP!" When she didn't immediately speed up to his satisfaction he turned around and slugged her causing her to fall to the pavement, then as she began to stand he slipped a pair of brass knuckles out of his suit jacket and onto one of his hands--CRA-WHACK! This time Lorraine didn't get up. Grabbing her by the arm Biff opened the trunk and tossed her into the back of the limo, the blood from her face making a large puddle in an instant. "SLUT!" He shouted as he slammed the trunk extra hard. Then climbing into his limo with his most expendable security guards Dixon and Goldie Wilson Jr. he gave Lester directions and they were off.
under Gerald Strickland nose. Easing one hand off the wheel he grabbed a
Colt 45. Aimed it out the window at the punks he was chasing and fired
off a shot, one of them screamed and dropped his gun over the side of the
car as he lurched forward. For a minute Strickland had thought he'd won
but a moment later the kid recovered his composure then turned and
flipped Strickland off in a sign of rebellion, before the kid could
blink, Strickland thrust the gun out the side window and fired off
another shot. The kid howled in pain and clutched his hand as his middle
finger was shot clean off!
"Wake up boss!" Biff stirred slightly, "Hey c'mon Biff, you gotta wake up
now, or you'll be late for that meeting!" Slowly Biff opened his eyes and
noticed his buddies standing over him a slight worried look was etched
onto 3-D's face as he and Match helped Biff sit up slowly. W-where am I?"
He asked shaking his head then grabbing at it as a surge of pain exploded
in his skull.
"Your in the bedroom Biff" Skinhead explained "We been looking for ya all
night, after we lost that Mcfly kid.- we found you on the roof about ten
minutes ago"
"Yeah, and you woke up just in time too" Match added
Biff clutched his head "why?" He asked.
"Cause you got that meeting with Mr. Bin Laden and Mr. Hussein in half an
hour--you know, for the nukes they wanted to buy from ya?"
Biff nodded as his memories flooded back to him, and he stood to his feet
"I'm gonna go get dressed," he said "Get every freakin' security man you
got--no get every freakin' cop in this sad excuse for a city and find
that little sonuva--"
He stopped, wincing as his head began to ache.
"Tell Lester to get the stinkin' limo out back!" He snarled as he stomped
into his personal dressing room and locked the doors.
Biff winced as a small pain shot across the back of his skull and
finished up tying his tie and turned to leave the room. He smiled upon
seeing his latest and perhaps greatest achievement in a glass case across
the room. Namely the book "A Match Made In Space" with "A Novel By Biff
Tannen" written across the bottom. He'd been making tons of money off it
ever since it's release three weeks ago. Sure he hadn't written it, but
who'd know? With the original drafts hidden up in his safe next to the
Almanac that hand made him famous no one was the wiser. Another one of
his great achievements.
A few minutes later Biff was whistling the tune of a Kiss song as he
walked outside and over to his limo, with Lorraine in tow.
"C'MON LORRAINE!" He snapped "HURRY UP!" When she didn't immediately speed up to his satisfaction he turned around and slugged her causing her to fall to the pavement, then as she began to stand he slipped a pair of brass knuckles out of his suit jacket and onto one of his hands--CRA-WHACK! This time Lorraine didn't get up. Grabbing her by the arm Biff opened the trunk and tossed her into the back of the limo, the blood from her face making a large puddle in an instant. "SLUT!" He shouted as he slammed the trunk extra hard. Then climbing into his limo with his most expendable security guards Dixon and Goldie Wilson Jr. he gave Lester directions and they were off.