Disclaimer: I don't own the two things in this story, two companies do.
Floodmon: (sarcastic) Oh yeah, that's REALLY going to save your ass from lawyers all right!
Me: I think the chapter 1 disclaimer speaks for itself, Floodmon.
Floodmon: takes one to know one!
Me: Huh?
Floodmon: I knew you were going to say that!
Me: Floodmon, you're not making any sense!
Floodmon: (slyly) You just leave that to me!
Me: This is for continuing this story and not Halo: Combat Digivolved isn't it?
Floodmon: I know you are but what am I?
Me: Look, I'll do it after the next chapter of this story, OK?
Floodmon: What have I ever done to you?
Me:...
Somewhere far down the street...
Police sirens destroyed the near silence of the Los Angeles streets as four cars with armed Military policemen charged recklessly careened to the body pit. In the lead cruiser, a black man in his late twenties or his early thirties was at the wheel. He had a moustache, a green army uniform, and a cap with the two vertical silver bars of the rank: Captain upon his head.
His nametag read: CRANE
He was not the sole occupant of the car, nor the higher ranking of the two. His passenger was a white male in his 40's, possibly 50's, with mixed gray and black hair under his matching cap as well as a uniform that could only be told differently from the captain's by two obvious details. One: Instead of bars, the top-center area of the soldier's cap was adorned with the familiar silver eagle of the rank: Colonel, and on his uniform was a nametag with six all capital letters which when put in their current order, spelled menace to his foes.
DECKER
"Sir! We have visual ID! Assuming pursuit formation and taking flank maneuvers! We have the building surrounded!" crackled a radio voice.
"I see the shop now, Sergeant, don't cuff 'em till I get there!" responded Colonel Decker as Captain Crane brought the Police Cruiser to a halt.
"Take out your sidearm Captain, I want you to shoot them as soon as they rush out of the door and they still have their own weapons."
Crane got out of the car first before unholstering his own pistol and didn't move until Decker followed suit.
"Smith won't get away this time, I've messed up too much to allow him to make an ass out of me again." Hissed the officer as he followed the six MP's at the building's entrance into the garage, with the Captain staying behind in the rain.
'The light's inside are on, it can't be a trap, Smith is mine!'
As though he were cursed, a VERY familiar voice rang out.
"DROP IT DECKER OR YOU'LL HAVE SOME NEW VENTILATION WORK!"
The MP's and Decker froze.
'Figures.' Thought Decker.
The detachment of troops lowered their 45's and turned around to face his nemesis and his one of his conspirators, Templeton Peck. With M-16's that didn't have the safety on.
"The old sneak up and shout 'BOO' gag, I've never thought I'd have to use it, of course, I chose instead to just use the sneak up part. You ever stoop that low Decker?" queried Hannibal.
"I could care less about your guerilla tactics Smith, so I'm only giving you one warning, put your guns down and kick them over here!"
Hannibal and Face looked like they was going to explode from trying to keep from laughing, he got the drop on Decker and yet he was still giving threats to the AWOL squad? He found out why when a sopping wet Captain Crane snuck up behind and aimed a Desert Eagle at the fugitives' backsides.
"The Colonel gave you an order men, put your guns down and kick them over to em'" threatened Crane.
"Hannibal, I think your trust isn't the only thing you've got slipping." Muttered Face as he put the safety on his rifle and threw it to Decker's feet.
"Don't Worry Face, I always plan further ahead than this." He said before being reassured by B.A.'s gun clicking behind him.
"I believe the Colonel got to point guns at you first yah crazy sucka's" he said holding his own M-16 against Crane.
"My plan is quite simple Decker, I ambush you, one of your men tries to ambush me, he gets ambushed too. I think you can understand the flawless brilliance in that." Remarked the ex Lieutenant Colonel.
"Shut the hell up and save me some dignity Smith. I ain't finished with you yet." Spat Decker.
"Y'know, the very last time I saw Colonel Lynch, he said the same exact thing." He turned to his two "partners in crime" "B.A., Face, put Gomer Pyle and company in the office and tear out all the phones, lock up and barricade the doors, after that, get in the van."
As the duo forced the MP's into the next room, Hannibal walked up to the van and opened up the doors and loaded his newfound arsenal into the back seat of the vehicle.
"You're on the lam?"
Hannibal turned to his new customer, who had gotten out of his hiding place in the van with Murdock.
"Well if we weren't, this line of work wouldn't exactly have been my first career choice. I would have probably stuck with my acting career." He grinned at Tai, "You heard of the Aquamaniac?"
"You kiddin'? Those movies suck!" Tai said before noticing the Colonel's slight wincing.
"They say the customer's always right. So..." he trailed off. "...No comment." He turned around to see Face and B.A. returning from their office excursion, with Face having that confident look on his...er...face.
"Decker's locked up good Hannibal, Phones have been taken out, chairs and anything they can break da windows wit's been taken out, and the doors are locked an' barricaded." Reported the Mohawked ex-Sergeant.
"Just in time, we're leaving." Hannibal said as he produced a cigar from his jacket "I call shotgun."
"Actually sir, shotguns don't got reasoning abilities or coherence they're not even alive, so if you call one, it's not gonna respond." Blurted Murdock.
"You learn something new everyday." Responded Hannibal as he got into the front passenger seat. Tai just gave Murdock a blank look.
The rain had let up almost completely, and dawn was an hour away. The Blue 1982 Custom GMC Van was the only vehicle that was dry in the street, save for the puddles of water it's speed kicked up from the pavement lake in the street, and Hannibal was happily chatting with his customer over his personal problem that he hired the crew to solve.
"So basically a piece of scuzz walked up to you and said 'give me new porn stars' to your face?" Hannibal mouthed through his cigar.
Tai suppressed the urge to vomit at the foul smell of the Cuban stick and kept a straight face as he responded to Hannibal's summary. "Well yeah, and I've got until Friday night to figure out who keeps their virginity."
"Hentai." B.A. began "Sounds like a fancy term for anime porn to me."
"On the contrary big guy, hentai and anime porn are two very different things. When an anime gal and an anime guy make love, that's anime porn. When you got three anime gals makin' love to a squid, that's hentai, it means "perversion" for a reason B.A." Summarized Murdock.
"The only thing I've seen a squid make love to is your head Murdock!" Said B.A. only further intriguing Tai to the odd relationship the team members seemed to share.
"Now, Taichi, you notice anything unusual about the two men that used you for a punching bag?" queried Hannibal, who was trying to stay out of B.A. and Murdock's argument.
"Just that their fingertips were kinda short, why?" he wondered.
"Because that one detail can point us in the right direction. It sounds like your friends work with the Yakuza, the Japanese version of the mob, only worse." He paused before smiling and turned to his men. "Don't you just love a challenge guys?"
"Well, yes Hannibal, but my favorite types of challenges...well... Don't involve mobsters going out to find a coffin my size. I'm thinking maybe they'd pick one to small and...Ugly for someone as attractive to the opposite se..."
"Save your inflated ego for the woman folks in Japan Face, we're at the address you gave me." B.A. interrupted as he parked the van, just before noticing the big bright sign on the metallic shack...
JEFFERSON AIR FREIGHT SERVICE CO.
B.A.'s glare slowly diverted from the sign to Hannibal, not at all happy with their destination.
"You should've told him to park across the street Hannibal." Said a worried Face.
"I ain't getting' on no plane Hannibal!" fumed The grim looking Black man.
"B.A., count to ten, it's a great anger-reliever!" said Hannibal with mock worry on his face.
B.A. slowly made himself more angry "...I said: I ain't gettin' on no plane!"
"I...guess I'd better be the referee here." Interrupted Murdock. "B.A. there's no way we can get to Japan in time, you got to try it for once, do it for love, do it for your country, do it for the little people... Do it for money!"
"Shut up sucka, I ain't gonna fly, 'specially with a loony toon like you!" Threatened the angry ex-Sergeant.
"Now B.A., I'm sure if we can overcome our differences we can find a way to compromise, but first you must relieve your stress somehow." Said Murdock who had a split-second pause before B.A. gave a threatening response.
"The only thing I'm relievin' my stress on is your face Murdock!"
"Whoa now big guy don't raise the thermostat on me it was Hannibal's idea, here." He produced a rose from his leather jacket, which had a T-shirt under it that read "DAIKARI 4-EVER!" written on the front.
(A/N: Don't fret Davis haters, I like Takari too you know, some of the stories on my favorites list have Takari in them.)
"See all you gotta do is sniff it and you can ignore all your worries and not have a care in the world." Explained the pilot.
"Save it for yourself, you gonna need it when I bust yo' h-..." he was cut off when Murdock shoved the rose in his nose and the muscular man collapsed on the wheel of the van, blowing the horn until Hannibal pulled the unconscious African-American into a normal sitting position. Tai just stared blankly at their behavior.
"Work your magic with the security man Face, Tai and I'll get B.A. on board, Murdock go with Face."
"Will proceed to own sir." Murdock followed up with a salute and followed Face out of the van.
Officer Rundo; the security guard of Jefferson Air Freight Service Co.'s office building, was busy sitting down at the Foreman's messy office desk reading his new issue of MAD Magazine and was reading the comic section "The Lighter Side Of..." when he heard the wooden door across the room slam open as a man in a baseball jacket was shoved through the door of the office, followed by a fancy man in sunglasses, who didn't seem to be in a good mood for talking. Rundo got up and reached for his gun.
"Who are you? This place is closed!" he shouted at the duo.
"Agent Daniel Pervis, FBI." He flashed his badge an inch from Rundo's face. "I need to commandeer one of your cargo planes, be quick, and get out of here ASAP!" Said Face in an angry and worried sounding voice.
"What's a Fed like you doing here!?!" Said the bewildered rent-a-cop.
Face violently grabbed hold of Murdock and directed him to stand in the corner.
"We need to take one of your planes, there's no time to argue with me because in 5 minutes, this airfield will flooded with Russian Mafioso's and they aren't very picky about who they point their guns at!"
"The Russian Mafia?" Rundo was shocked "...I have to call the police!!!" He scrambled to the phone.
"There'll be plenty of time to do that when we're dead, give us one of your planes and give it to us NOW!" He said less patient than before.
"I can't do that, company regulations won't l..."-
"SCREW THE COMPANY! I'M A SHOOTING GALLERY FOR SOME VODKA DRINKERS AND I'LL BE DEAD UNLESS HE CAN SMUGGLE ME OUT OF THE COUNTRY! GIVE US THE PLANE! THEN CALL THE POLICE!" Murdock screamed at the top of his lungs before collapsing into a sobbing heap.
Rundo hesitated for 6 full seconds...
Then he dashed for the desk... He took some keys out of his pocket, inserted them into one of the locks for a desk drawer, he opened the cabinet and produced a set of keys. And threw them to Face.
"It's the only plane we have at the field as of yet, it can hold up to ten people, use it or lose it."
"Oh great sir, I hath no time abreast to thank thee mighty kind deed sir!" Said a cheered up Murdock as he got up from his frightened position.
"Thank you officer, as soon as you're done calling the police, hide somewhere fast, preferably not under that desk, it's the first place they'll look." Said Face as he grabbed Murdock and dragged him out the door, but not before giving the Security guard one salute, which Officer Rundo promptly returned.
"Shouldn't we have taken his chains off?"
"No."
"But he weighs a ton!"
"254 pounds actually but you were close kid."
Hannibal and Tai were busy hauling B.A. into the hangar with the cargo plane and were already in the middle of climbing the portable staircase into the fuselage.
"Do you guys do this to him every time he gets on a plane?" asked the large haired teen.
"Well, sometimes we drug his milk, or hit him on the head with a pipe, usually the drugs, but I was creative this time." Hannibal bragged before spitting out the last of his burnt-out cigar. "He's afraid of flying."
"WHAT? A tough guy like that?!" yelped the surprised Tai.
"Less talking more putting him down, we're inside." Ordered Hannibal.
Hannibal placed B.A. In a sitting position on one of the "benches" lining the planes wall. Almost instantly afterwards, Face and Murdock boarded the bird and Murdock, symbolizing his love of flying, girlishly (shudders) skipped to the cockpit of the aircraft.
"We brought the guns before we got B.A. on board." Hannibal turned to and yelled into the cockpit. "MURDOCK, GET THIS BIRD OFF THE PAVEMENT!"
"I don't tink I heard ze magic wooord!" Murdock sang in a poor German accent "Wait, nevaire mind!"
The plane shuddered and pulled out of the hangar, it took a sharp left turn, which knocked the whole group to the floor as it sped down the runway. The wheels lifted off the ground and the inside seemed to momentarily slant, after five minutes, the angle returned to normal.
As everyone except the still unconscious B.A. rose up from the floor, Face took a second to lighten the mood.
"MURDOCK! THAT'S ONLY GOING TO BE A 3.5 OUT OF TEN!" He paused. "Is everyone here getting faster and sloppier here?
"Face, I don't like to call it fast and sloppy, think of it as faster reacting." Said Hannibal as he took a seat on the bench.
Murdock's voice scratched over the loudspeaker. "Lady's and gentlemen, welcome to Howling Mad airways flight infinity from Los Angeles to Odaiba, Japan, if you look to your right you'll see a cold, uncomfortable looking, metallic wall, and to your left, another one. Please remain seated and ah, Colonel, no smoking, thanks."
Hannibal frowned for a second and then returned to a straight face.
"Jeez, the guy sounds like Jim Carrey, what's his problem, and why is the black guy always yelling at him?" Said Tai, who was scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Oh his mind would be at fault with that, he lost it years ago, that's one of the things that kind of turns off B.A. bringing him with us." Face eagerly answered the gogglehead's question.
"Um, say what?" said Tai with a sweatdrop coming on.
"Oh, well, the reason we were late was because Face, B.A., and I had to break him out of the mental ward of the VA hospital uptown."
Tai's face paled a bit
"The pilot's insane and your letting us fly for 8 hours to Tokyo with him in the cockpit?" He said in a low voice.
"Well, yeah." Face said pretending to be somewhat confused about the way Tai was reacting to the situation at hand.
"Mr. Smith."
"Yes Tai?"
"Where's that rose you shoved in B.A.'s face?"
To be continued
Floodmon: Acando de vojiplex?
Me: God, Floodmon, I'll do it, I'll start on another chapter of Halo: Combat Digivolved before I start on the next chapter of this okay? Jeez, you aren't even using any real words anymore.
Floodmon: Took you long enough, I was running out of possible letter combinations.
Floodmon: (sarcastic) Oh yeah, that's REALLY going to save your ass from lawyers all right!
Me: I think the chapter 1 disclaimer speaks for itself, Floodmon.
Floodmon: takes one to know one!
Me: Huh?
Floodmon: I knew you were going to say that!
Me: Floodmon, you're not making any sense!
Floodmon: (slyly) You just leave that to me!
Me: This is for continuing this story and not Halo: Combat Digivolved isn't it?
Floodmon: I know you are but what am I?
Me: Look, I'll do it after the next chapter of this story, OK?
Floodmon: What have I ever done to you?
Me:...
Somewhere far down the street...
Police sirens destroyed the near silence of the Los Angeles streets as four cars with armed Military policemen charged recklessly careened to the body pit. In the lead cruiser, a black man in his late twenties or his early thirties was at the wheel. He had a moustache, a green army uniform, and a cap with the two vertical silver bars of the rank: Captain upon his head.
His nametag read: CRANE
He was not the sole occupant of the car, nor the higher ranking of the two. His passenger was a white male in his 40's, possibly 50's, with mixed gray and black hair under his matching cap as well as a uniform that could only be told differently from the captain's by two obvious details. One: Instead of bars, the top-center area of the soldier's cap was adorned with the familiar silver eagle of the rank: Colonel, and on his uniform was a nametag with six all capital letters which when put in their current order, spelled menace to his foes.
DECKER
"Sir! We have visual ID! Assuming pursuit formation and taking flank maneuvers! We have the building surrounded!" crackled a radio voice.
"I see the shop now, Sergeant, don't cuff 'em till I get there!" responded Colonel Decker as Captain Crane brought the Police Cruiser to a halt.
"Take out your sidearm Captain, I want you to shoot them as soon as they rush out of the door and they still have their own weapons."
Crane got out of the car first before unholstering his own pistol and didn't move until Decker followed suit.
"Smith won't get away this time, I've messed up too much to allow him to make an ass out of me again." Hissed the officer as he followed the six MP's at the building's entrance into the garage, with the Captain staying behind in the rain.
'The light's inside are on, it can't be a trap, Smith is mine!'
As though he were cursed, a VERY familiar voice rang out.
"DROP IT DECKER OR YOU'LL HAVE SOME NEW VENTILATION WORK!"
The MP's and Decker froze.
'Figures.' Thought Decker.
The detachment of troops lowered their 45's and turned around to face his nemesis and his one of his conspirators, Templeton Peck. With M-16's that didn't have the safety on.
"The old sneak up and shout 'BOO' gag, I've never thought I'd have to use it, of course, I chose instead to just use the sneak up part. You ever stoop that low Decker?" queried Hannibal.
"I could care less about your guerilla tactics Smith, so I'm only giving you one warning, put your guns down and kick them over here!"
Hannibal and Face looked like they was going to explode from trying to keep from laughing, he got the drop on Decker and yet he was still giving threats to the AWOL squad? He found out why when a sopping wet Captain Crane snuck up behind and aimed a Desert Eagle at the fugitives' backsides.
"The Colonel gave you an order men, put your guns down and kick them over to em'" threatened Crane.
"Hannibal, I think your trust isn't the only thing you've got slipping." Muttered Face as he put the safety on his rifle and threw it to Decker's feet.
"Don't Worry Face, I always plan further ahead than this." He said before being reassured by B.A.'s gun clicking behind him.
"I believe the Colonel got to point guns at you first yah crazy sucka's" he said holding his own M-16 against Crane.
"My plan is quite simple Decker, I ambush you, one of your men tries to ambush me, he gets ambushed too. I think you can understand the flawless brilliance in that." Remarked the ex Lieutenant Colonel.
"Shut the hell up and save me some dignity Smith. I ain't finished with you yet." Spat Decker.
"Y'know, the very last time I saw Colonel Lynch, he said the same exact thing." He turned to his two "partners in crime" "B.A., Face, put Gomer Pyle and company in the office and tear out all the phones, lock up and barricade the doors, after that, get in the van."
As the duo forced the MP's into the next room, Hannibal walked up to the van and opened up the doors and loaded his newfound arsenal into the back seat of the vehicle.
"You're on the lam?"
Hannibal turned to his new customer, who had gotten out of his hiding place in the van with Murdock.
"Well if we weren't, this line of work wouldn't exactly have been my first career choice. I would have probably stuck with my acting career." He grinned at Tai, "You heard of the Aquamaniac?"
"You kiddin'? Those movies suck!" Tai said before noticing the Colonel's slight wincing.
"They say the customer's always right. So..." he trailed off. "...No comment." He turned around to see Face and B.A. returning from their office excursion, with Face having that confident look on his...er...face.
"Decker's locked up good Hannibal, Phones have been taken out, chairs and anything they can break da windows wit's been taken out, and the doors are locked an' barricaded." Reported the Mohawked ex-Sergeant.
"Just in time, we're leaving." Hannibal said as he produced a cigar from his jacket "I call shotgun."
"Actually sir, shotguns don't got reasoning abilities or coherence they're not even alive, so if you call one, it's not gonna respond." Blurted Murdock.
"You learn something new everyday." Responded Hannibal as he got into the front passenger seat. Tai just gave Murdock a blank look.
The rain had let up almost completely, and dawn was an hour away. The Blue 1982 Custom GMC Van was the only vehicle that was dry in the street, save for the puddles of water it's speed kicked up from the pavement lake in the street, and Hannibal was happily chatting with his customer over his personal problem that he hired the crew to solve.
"So basically a piece of scuzz walked up to you and said 'give me new porn stars' to your face?" Hannibal mouthed through his cigar.
Tai suppressed the urge to vomit at the foul smell of the Cuban stick and kept a straight face as he responded to Hannibal's summary. "Well yeah, and I've got until Friday night to figure out who keeps their virginity."
"Hentai." B.A. began "Sounds like a fancy term for anime porn to me."
"On the contrary big guy, hentai and anime porn are two very different things. When an anime gal and an anime guy make love, that's anime porn. When you got three anime gals makin' love to a squid, that's hentai, it means "perversion" for a reason B.A." Summarized Murdock.
"The only thing I've seen a squid make love to is your head Murdock!" Said B.A. only further intriguing Tai to the odd relationship the team members seemed to share.
"Now, Taichi, you notice anything unusual about the two men that used you for a punching bag?" queried Hannibal, who was trying to stay out of B.A. and Murdock's argument.
"Just that their fingertips were kinda short, why?" he wondered.
"Because that one detail can point us in the right direction. It sounds like your friends work with the Yakuza, the Japanese version of the mob, only worse." He paused before smiling and turned to his men. "Don't you just love a challenge guys?"
"Well, yes Hannibal, but my favorite types of challenges...well... Don't involve mobsters going out to find a coffin my size. I'm thinking maybe they'd pick one to small and...Ugly for someone as attractive to the opposite se..."
"Save your inflated ego for the woman folks in Japan Face, we're at the address you gave me." B.A. interrupted as he parked the van, just before noticing the big bright sign on the metallic shack...
JEFFERSON AIR FREIGHT SERVICE CO.
B.A.'s glare slowly diverted from the sign to Hannibal, not at all happy with their destination.
"You should've told him to park across the street Hannibal." Said a worried Face.
"I ain't getting' on no plane Hannibal!" fumed The grim looking Black man.
"B.A., count to ten, it's a great anger-reliever!" said Hannibal with mock worry on his face.
B.A. slowly made himself more angry "...I said: I ain't gettin' on no plane!"
"I...guess I'd better be the referee here." Interrupted Murdock. "B.A. there's no way we can get to Japan in time, you got to try it for once, do it for love, do it for your country, do it for the little people... Do it for money!"
"Shut up sucka, I ain't gonna fly, 'specially with a loony toon like you!" Threatened the angry ex-Sergeant.
"Now B.A., I'm sure if we can overcome our differences we can find a way to compromise, but first you must relieve your stress somehow." Said Murdock who had a split-second pause before B.A. gave a threatening response.
"The only thing I'm relievin' my stress on is your face Murdock!"
"Whoa now big guy don't raise the thermostat on me it was Hannibal's idea, here." He produced a rose from his leather jacket, which had a T-shirt under it that read "DAIKARI 4-EVER!" written on the front.
(A/N: Don't fret Davis haters, I like Takari too you know, some of the stories on my favorites list have Takari in them.)
"See all you gotta do is sniff it and you can ignore all your worries and not have a care in the world." Explained the pilot.
"Save it for yourself, you gonna need it when I bust yo' h-..." he was cut off when Murdock shoved the rose in his nose and the muscular man collapsed on the wheel of the van, blowing the horn until Hannibal pulled the unconscious African-American into a normal sitting position. Tai just stared blankly at their behavior.
"Work your magic with the security man Face, Tai and I'll get B.A. on board, Murdock go with Face."
"Will proceed to own sir." Murdock followed up with a salute and followed Face out of the van.
Officer Rundo; the security guard of Jefferson Air Freight Service Co.'s office building, was busy sitting down at the Foreman's messy office desk reading his new issue of MAD Magazine and was reading the comic section "The Lighter Side Of..." when he heard the wooden door across the room slam open as a man in a baseball jacket was shoved through the door of the office, followed by a fancy man in sunglasses, who didn't seem to be in a good mood for talking. Rundo got up and reached for his gun.
"Who are you? This place is closed!" he shouted at the duo.
"Agent Daniel Pervis, FBI." He flashed his badge an inch from Rundo's face. "I need to commandeer one of your cargo planes, be quick, and get out of here ASAP!" Said Face in an angry and worried sounding voice.
"What's a Fed like you doing here!?!" Said the bewildered rent-a-cop.
Face violently grabbed hold of Murdock and directed him to stand in the corner.
"We need to take one of your planes, there's no time to argue with me because in 5 minutes, this airfield will flooded with Russian Mafioso's and they aren't very picky about who they point their guns at!"
"The Russian Mafia?" Rundo was shocked "...I have to call the police!!!" He scrambled to the phone.
"There'll be plenty of time to do that when we're dead, give us one of your planes and give it to us NOW!" He said less patient than before.
"I can't do that, company regulations won't l..."-
"SCREW THE COMPANY! I'M A SHOOTING GALLERY FOR SOME VODKA DRINKERS AND I'LL BE DEAD UNLESS HE CAN SMUGGLE ME OUT OF THE COUNTRY! GIVE US THE PLANE! THEN CALL THE POLICE!" Murdock screamed at the top of his lungs before collapsing into a sobbing heap.
Rundo hesitated for 6 full seconds...
Then he dashed for the desk... He took some keys out of his pocket, inserted them into one of the locks for a desk drawer, he opened the cabinet and produced a set of keys. And threw them to Face.
"It's the only plane we have at the field as of yet, it can hold up to ten people, use it or lose it."
"Oh great sir, I hath no time abreast to thank thee mighty kind deed sir!" Said a cheered up Murdock as he got up from his frightened position.
"Thank you officer, as soon as you're done calling the police, hide somewhere fast, preferably not under that desk, it's the first place they'll look." Said Face as he grabbed Murdock and dragged him out the door, but not before giving the Security guard one salute, which Officer Rundo promptly returned.
"Shouldn't we have taken his chains off?"
"No."
"But he weighs a ton!"
"254 pounds actually but you were close kid."
Hannibal and Tai were busy hauling B.A. into the hangar with the cargo plane and were already in the middle of climbing the portable staircase into the fuselage.
"Do you guys do this to him every time he gets on a plane?" asked the large haired teen.
"Well, sometimes we drug his milk, or hit him on the head with a pipe, usually the drugs, but I was creative this time." Hannibal bragged before spitting out the last of his burnt-out cigar. "He's afraid of flying."
"WHAT? A tough guy like that?!" yelped the surprised Tai.
"Less talking more putting him down, we're inside." Ordered Hannibal.
Hannibal placed B.A. In a sitting position on one of the "benches" lining the planes wall. Almost instantly afterwards, Face and Murdock boarded the bird and Murdock, symbolizing his love of flying, girlishly (shudders) skipped to the cockpit of the aircraft.
"We brought the guns before we got B.A. on board." Hannibal turned to and yelled into the cockpit. "MURDOCK, GET THIS BIRD OFF THE PAVEMENT!"
"I don't tink I heard ze magic wooord!" Murdock sang in a poor German accent "Wait, nevaire mind!"
The plane shuddered and pulled out of the hangar, it took a sharp left turn, which knocked the whole group to the floor as it sped down the runway. The wheels lifted off the ground and the inside seemed to momentarily slant, after five minutes, the angle returned to normal.
As everyone except the still unconscious B.A. rose up from the floor, Face took a second to lighten the mood.
"MURDOCK! THAT'S ONLY GOING TO BE A 3.5 OUT OF TEN!" He paused. "Is everyone here getting faster and sloppier here?
"Face, I don't like to call it fast and sloppy, think of it as faster reacting." Said Hannibal as he took a seat on the bench.
Murdock's voice scratched over the loudspeaker. "Lady's and gentlemen, welcome to Howling Mad airways flight infinity from Los Angeles to Odaiba, Japan, if you look to your right you'll see a cold, uncomfortable looking, metallic wall, and to your left, another one. Please remain seated and ah, Colonel, no smoking, thanks."
Hannibal frowned for a second and then returned to a straight face.
"Jeez, the guy sounds like Jim Carrey, what's his problem, and why is the black guy always yelling at him?" Said Tai, who was scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Oh his mind would be at fault with that, he lost it years ago, that's one of the things that kind of turns off B.A. bringing him with us." Face eagerly answered the gogglehead's question.
"Um, say what?" said Tai with a sweatdrop coming on.
"Oh, well, the reason we were late was because Face, B.A., and I had to break him out of the mental ward of the VA hospital uptown."
Tai's face paled a bit
"The pilot's insane and your letting us fly for 8 hours to Tokyo with him in the cockpit?" He said in a low voice.
"Well, yeah." Face said pretending to be somewhat confused about the way Tai was reacting to the situation at hand.
"Mr. Smith."
"Yes Tai?"
"Where's that rose you shoved in B.A.'s face?"
To be continued
Floodmon: Acando de vojiplex?
Me: God, Floodmon, I'll do it, I'll start on another chapter of Halo: Combat Digivolved before I start on the next chapter of this okay? Jeez, you aren't even using any real words anymore.
Floodmon: Took you long enough, I was running out of possible letter combinations.