No one reviewed the first, so for those who reviewed this chapter and not
the first one-WHERE THE F WERE YOU BEFORE! OK, that left my system, ON
WITH THE STORY!
It was two days after the phone call about the zombies. Tim was making sure everything to deal with attacking the zombies was taken care of and Max was making sure they got there and were prepared for the worst. You know, taking food and weapons, but more importantly weapons. Without weapons, you can't fight a band of drooling, spitting zombies that walk like Frankenstein and bitch-slap people. But everything was being taken care of, it seemed like nothing would get in their way.
"Hey, Tim, what sort of weapons would work best about zombies?" Max wanted to know, he was confused, as always. Even though he was the boss, Tim was sort of the brains behind the operation.
"I don't know, but I've been thinking about attacks. To avoid too many casualties, we should avoid bringing machine guns and shotguns. Pistols and sniper rifles would work well, those are much easier to control" Tim said with a look that told Max "listen to me or we'll lose the fight".
"Well, you're the boss" Max said. At the time, he was thinking "I need the money".
"We should leave early, though, so we can get a reasonable flight to London." Tim said, completely changing the subject.
"I'll go on priceline and get reasonable tickets" Max started to leave, but was stopped immediately by Tim.
"Airport Security. Shit, we'll never get these weapons across Airport Security. Oh well, the mission is over, and our $30,000 dollars has been washed away." Tim looked defeated, and at that point, the phone rang.
"I'll get it" Max said with a fake smile across his face.
Max picked up the phone and heard the same guy that asked him to take the mission. "I don't have much time. In two days you will receive two flight tickets and instructions on what to do at the airport. I need to go".
"Well, that was oddly convenient" Max shrugged.
"That always happens to the good guy" Tim said "but you never asked for the guy's name".
Max looked like a complete idiot at that point. "I should, then we can ease the $30G out of him after we're done with the Zombie thing." They both broke out laughing.
"Are all of the preparations ready?"
"Yes, master, soon everything will be ready for the invasion."
"Good, soon, the world will recognize the potential of our army and we will arise as the leaders of the WORLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Shall I ready the troops?"
"Soon, I want to give them my speech I planned out for a little motivation."
"I shall enjoy your speech, it will probably be the most powerful speech I have ever heard"
The following night was a restless one for Max, even though Tim slept like a log. He kept having dreams about the zombies and waking up in the middle of the night. It was very strange of him to have even one dream, let alone be restless. He thought it was just apprehension, but he didn't know they would have a chance of actually happening.
The next day, not much got done. Tim got a 102 fever last night, and Max was too worried about his dreams. Actually, they weren't dreams, they were visions of things to come. He saw armies of undead, heads flying, and a lot of other gruesome stuff. Luckily, all of these visions were in him and Tim's favor, so it was a good dream.
Next morning was a good morning and day for the pair. Tim was feeling better, and Max got the letter with all the information. Also, Max got a new shipment of high-powered rifles from his friend Luke, who worked at a local gun shop.
"YES, IT CAME" Max yelled with happiness
"What is it" Tim responded questioningly
"The letter came" Max replied, still happy
"Nice" Tim replied. You read it, I'm gonna go listen to The Who.
"You do that" he said. Tim left, and he opened the letter and read it to himself. It was relatively short, and had everything he needed. Finally, they were ready to take on the zombies. They had the smarts, the weapons, the technology, all they needed to do now was to wait.
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, now DO IT AGAIN! Bye
Max: I kill
You kill squat until later
Max: %$%#$%$%$#%%&#%$%%&&$#$
It was two days after the phone call about the zombies. Tim was making sure everything to deal with attacking the zombies was taken care of and Max was making sure they got there and were prepared for the worst. You know, taking food and weapons, but more importantly weapons. Without weapons, you can't fight a band of drooling, spitting zombies that walk like Frankenstein and bitch-slap people. But everything was being taken care of, it seemed like nothing would get in their way.
"Hey, Tim, what sort of weapons would work best about zombies?" Max wanted to know, he was confused, as always. Even though he was the boss, Tim was sort of the brains behind the operation.
"I don't know, but I've been thinking about attacks. To avoid too many casualties, we should avoid bringing machine guns and shotguns. Pistols and sniper rifles would work well, those are much easier to control" Tim said with a look that told Max "listen to me or we'll lose the fight".
"Well, you're the boss" Max said. At the time, he was thinking "I need the money".
"We should leave early, though, so we can get a reasonable flight to London." Tim said, completely changing the subject.
"I'll go on priceline and get reasonable tickets" Max started to leave, but was stopped immediately by Tim.
"Airport Security. Shit, we'll never get these weapons across Airport Security. Oh well, the mission is over, and our $30,000 dollars has been washed away." Tim looked defeated, and at that point, the phone rang.
"I'll get it" Max said with a fake smile across his face.
Max picked up the phone and heard the same guy that asked him to take the mission. "I don't have much time. In two days you will receive two flight tickets and instructions on what to do at the airport. I need to go".
"Well, that was oddly convenient" Max shrugged.
"That always happens to the good guy" Tim said "but you never asked for the guy's name".
Max looked like a complete idiot at that point. "I should, then we can ease the $30G out of him after we're done with the Zombie thing." They both broke out laughing.
"Are all of the preparations ready?"
"Yes, master, soon everything will be ready for the invasion."
"Good, soon, the world will recognize the potential of our army and we will arise as the leaders of the WORLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Shall I ready the troops?"
"Soon, I want to give them my speech I planned out for a little motivation."
"I shall enjoy your speech, it will probably be the most powerful speech I have ever heard"
The following night was a restless one for Max, even though Tim slept like a log. He kept having dreams about the zombies and waking up in the middle of the night. It was very strange of him to have even one dream, let alone be restless. He thought it was just apprehension, but he didn't know they would have a chance of actually happening.
The next day, not much got done. Tim got a 102 fever last night, and Max was too worried about his dreams. Actually, they weren't dreams, they were visions of things to come. He saw armies of undead, heads flying, and a lot of other gruesome stuff. Luckily, all of these visions were in him and Tim's favor, so it was a good dream.
Next morning was a good morning and day for the pair. Tim was feeling better, and Max got the letter with all the information. Also, Max got a new shipment of high-powered rifles from his friend Luke, who worked at a local gun shop.
"YES, IT CAME" Max yelled with happiness
"What is it" Tim responded questioningly
"The letter came" Max replied, still happy
"Nice" Tim replied. You read it, I'm gonna go listen to The Who.
"You do that" he said. Tim left, and he opened the letter and read it to himself. It was relatively short, and had everything he needed. Finally, they were ready to take on the zombies. They had the smarts, the weapons, the technology, all they needed to do now was to wait.
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, now DO IT AGAIN! Bye
Max: I kill
You kill squat until later
Max: %$%#$%$%$#%%&#%$%%&&$#$