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Human Interaction
Pt 8
They were down and out. They had no house, and as far as most of them knew, no money.
"Okay, I think I can get us out of this. Anyone here have a cell phone?"
Alex pulled one out and gave it to Tedd. He punched in a few numbers, and said, "Damnit, Tank, pick up!" He picked up on the fifth ring, with a "Yo."
"Yo yourself," Tedd said. "We're sort of in a jam here, we could use some help."
"Holy shit, Tedd, is that you?"
"Yep."
"There are only two reasons you'd ever call me. You're old man's come back or you killed someone. Which is it?"
"The first," Tedd replied. This was replied with a sharp disconnect. "Damnit, Tank!" He called again.
"Yo!" Tank said, sounding good and pissed off.
"Don't goddamn hang up on me! I need real help! I blew up the house, and we need a ride, some guns, and a place to stay!"
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Well, we might need help with a takedown...we're thinking of going to him."
"Are you on drugs? Liquor? Or did he send someone to kill you?"
"Last one."
"It's suicide, I'm assuming you know that."
"I think I can pull out of it if you come."
"I'll think about it. I'll be right over." With that, he disconnected.
Tedd threw the phone back to Alex. They waited for about half an hour before a black SUV pulled up to the curb. A dark-skinned man got out of the drivers seat. He was about 5'9' and wearing a black SWAT hat. He had a gun at the ankle and black SWAT pants on.
"I booked you a hotel. Had to do some arm-twisting, but I got it free. There's a car at A-1 Auto waiting for you, and look in the back seat of my car."
They all went to peer in the windows. Back there was an arsenal of weapons so large that even the SUV was full with them. Guns, grenades, knives, you name it, it was there.
"That's awesome, thanks. We really need you're help, Tank."
He waved it off with his hand. "It's nothing. I need some excitement. No insane criminals to catch."
Tedd replied, "Well, we'll call you when we go. This is gonna be fun with all the toys that go boom..." He let out a devilish grin.
Four hours later, they were in the Tropicana hotel in Atlantic City. They had taken an uncomfortable Greyhound busride into NJ, which Fate and Tedd complained about non-stop. "We're gonna get cancer!" Fate said over and over.
"This will be good...My dad had some...err...business friends here near here," Tedd mentioned when they got into the hotel. Alex gave him an eye and said, "Define business." He said simply, "The mob."
"In New Jersey?!"
Tedd shrugged. "He was a crazy guy. Mafia, Mob, drug runners, he had everyone working with him. We'll probably only run into the mob, since the guy I have in mind hangs out in a bar most of the time. We can ask around for him. He's NOT a nice guy, so you should all be on your guard." Hiei gave a "hmph", and made a "I'm-always-on-guard" gesture. Arrogant bastard, Yusuke thought. Gotta remember to kick his ass sometime.
They checked into the hotel, and went and unpacked. Since there really was no need for all of them to go to the bar, they drew straws- and the two people who lost were Kurama and Fate. Tedd gave them directions to the Brooke St. Bar, and made a warning word to Fate. "These guys aren't nice. I know you could kick their asses to hell and back, but don't. No smart-ass remarks, OK? They have a short fuse, and I don't especially want to be on the news involved in a barfight." They set off with these words in mind. Yusuke, Tedd, Kuwabara and Hiei went down to the casino, while Alex went to get something to eat. An hour later, they met up at the room, and Fate and Kurama ambled in. Before anyone could even say anything, Fate burst out, "That ARROGANT BASTARD! He THREW US OUT after we MENTIONED YOUR NAME! There was this big guy standing behind us while we talked to the guy you told us about. He was about, maybe in his late thirties, kind of fat, sitting in the back of the bar," She finished.
"The guy sitting behind you was Striker. He's the mob's official run- around, errand boy, body-guard, and assassin. The last one he's not so good at, but he can defend himself pretty well. If he starts attacking, take him out quick. The other guy was the mob boss. His old man got aced a few years ago. We'll all go back to the bar tomorrow and I'll get some information out of him whether he likes it or not.
Alex turned on the TV to channel two. There was a reporter in front of a charred apartment that seemed way too familiar...
"This apartment was reduced to cinders tonight after someone hurled a firebomb in the window. Although nobody was hurt, many people are now left homeless." The reporter concluded.
The apartment was Fate's parent's house.
Alex clasped a hand to her mouth, Kurama put a hand on Fate's shoulder, Hiei, Kuwabara, and Yusuke tensed up, and Tedd had a murderous look on his face.
"That...BASTARD..." Beside himself with rage. "I'll KILL him, I SWEAR IT!" Then he calmed down, and said, "This is all my fault. I knew I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this. But now you're stuck in it, whether you like it or not...I'm sorry." He looked down, and then walked out of the room.
Human Interaction
Pt 8
They were down and out. They had no house, and as far as most of them knew, no money.
"Okay, I think I can get us out of this. Anyone here have a cell phone?"
Alex pulled one out and gave it to Tedd. He punched in a few numbers, and said, "Damnit, Tank, pick up!" He picked up on the fifth ring, with a "Yo."
"Yo yourself," Tedd said. "We're sort of in a jam here, we could use some help."
"Holy shit, Tedd, is that you?"
"Yep."
"There are only two reasons you'd ever call me. You're old man's come back or you killed someone. Which is it?"
"The first," Tedd replied. This was replied with a sharp disconnect. "Damnit, Tank!" He called again.
"Yo!" Tank said, sounding good and pissed off.
"Don't goddamn hang up on me! I need real help! I blew up the house, and we need a ride, some guns, and a place to stay!"
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Well, we might need help with a takedown...we're thinking of going to him."
"Are you on drugs? Liquor? Or did he send someone to kill you?"
"Last one."
"It's suicide, I'm assuming you know that."
"I think I can pull out of it if you come."
"I'll think about it. I'll be right over." With that, he disconnected.
Tedd threw the phone back to Alex. They waited for about half an hour before a black SUV pulled up to the curb. A dark-skinned man got out of the drivers seat. He was about 5'9' and wearing a black SWAT hat. He had a gun at the ankle and black SWAT pants on.
"I booked you a hotel. Had to do some arm-twisting, but I got it free. There's a car at A-1 Auto waiting for you, and look in the back seat of my car."
They all went to peer in the windows. Back there was an arsenal of weapons so large that even the SUV was full with them. Guns, grenades, knives, you name it, it was there.
"That's awesome, thanks. We really need you're help, Tank."
He waved it off with his hand. "It's nothing. I need some excitement. No insane criminals to catch."
Tedd replied, "Well, we'll call you when we go. This is gonna be fun with all the toys that go boom..." He let out a devilish grin.
Four hours later, they were in the Tropicana hotel in Atlantic City. They had taken an uncomfortable Greyhound busride into NJ, which Fate and Tedd complained about non-stop. "We're gonna get cancer!" Fate said over and over.
"This will be good...My dad had some...err...business friends here near here," Tedd mentioned when they got into the hotel. Alex gave him an eye and said, "Define business." He said simply, "The mob."
"In New Jersey?!"
Tedd shrugged. "He was a crazy guy. Mafia, Mob, drug runners, he had everyone working with him. We'll probably only run into the mob, since the guy I have in mind hangs out in a bar most of the time. We can ask around for him. He's NOT a nice guy, so you should all be on your guard." Hiei gave a "hmph", and made a "I'm-always-on-guard" gesture. Arrogant bastard, Yusuke thought. Gotta remember to kick his ass sometime.
They checked into the hotel, and went and unpacked. Since there really was no need for all of them to go to the bar, they drew straws- and the two people who lost were Kurama and Fate. Tedd gave them directions to the Brooke St. Bar, and made a warning word to Fate. "These guys aren't nice. I know you could kick their asses to hell and back, but don't. No smart-ass remarks, OK? They have a short fuse, and I don't especially want to be on the news involved in a barfight." They set off with these words in mind. Yusuke, Tedd, Kuwabara and Hiei went down to the casino, while Alex went to get something to eat. An hour later, they met up at the room, and Fate and Kurama ambled in. Before anyone could even say anything, Fate burst out, "That ARROGANT BASTARD! He THREW US OUT after we MENTIONED YOUR NAME! There was this big guy standing behind us while we talked to the guy you told us about. He was about, maybe in his late thirties, kind of fat, sitting in the back of the bar," She finished.
"The guy sitting behind you was Striker. He's the mob's official run- around, errand boy, body-guard, and assassin. The last one he's not so good at, but he can defend himself pretty well. If he starts attacking, take him out quick. The other guy was the mob boss. His old man got aced a few years ago. We'll all go back to the bar tomorrow and I'll get some information out of him whether he likes it or not.
Alex turned on the TV to channel two. There was a reporter in front of a charred apartment that seemed way too familiar...
"This apartment was reduced to cinders tonight after someone hurled a firebomb in the window. Although nobody was hurt, many people are now left homeless." The reporter concluded.
The apartment was Fate's parent's house.
Alex clasped a hand to her mouth, Kurama put a hand on Fate's shoulder, Hiei, Kuwabara, and Yusuke tensed up, and Tedd had a murderous look on his face.
"That...BASTARD..." Beside himself with rage. "I'll KILL him, I SWEAR IT!" Then he calmed down, and said, "This is all my fault. I knew I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this. But now you're stuck in it, whether you like it or not...I'm sorry." He looked down, and then walked out of the room.
