Episode Seven
Dangerous Information
"Oh, Rachel! No! It's a trap! You mustn't believe him! Rachel!" May hollered at the television as she watched her favorite soap opera. "Vicktor is a communist! Don't believe him! He wants to kill the President!"
Akira looked at Rally with his head cocked to the side. "What is she yelling at the television for?" Akira sat at the dining room table with Rally.
Rally shook her head. "It's the soap opera channel. She'll be like this all afternoon. I should have known better than to get satellite."
"Save her Miguel, you handsome Mexican man!" May screamed. "No! Rachel! Don't go with Vicktor!"
"Well, it least it's cultured. Russian and Mexican, can't beat that," Akira said. "Alas, no Japanese people."
"No! It's Takeda Taku, and his evil ninja gang!" May exclaimed.
"I spoke too soon," Akira said.
"Get them, Miguel! Oh no! Get up, Miguel! Yes! That's right! Hit him!"
Rally gathered all the papers she was reviewing and organized them together. She put them away in her folder. "I wish Becky would hurry up and call. She sure knows how to take her time."
"Patience," Akira said. "She'll call when she calls."
Rally sighed. "Yeah, I guess."
Akira got up from the table and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, May?"
"What is it, Ral?"
"What do you want for lunch?" Rally stood up from the table and stretched. "Pizza from Dominos or Pizza Hut?"
May got up off the couch and walked into the dining room. "Excuse me? I am not eating one more slice of pizza..."
"Good," Rally said. "More for me!"
"Rally!" May exclaimed. "Can we please just eat something else?"
"I'm paying so I pick!"
"It's not my fault that you hardly ever pay me!"
"You hardly ever work so you're hardly ever gonna get paid!" Rally exclaimed. "All you do is read magazines and watch television!"
Akira walked back into the room holding a katana in his hands. "What are you two arguing about?"
"Lunch," Rally said.
"Follow me," Akira said. "I'll make lunch."
"No! I don't want frozen pizza!" May exclaimed.
Akira walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "See..."
Rally and May looked inside. Both of their jaws dropped.
"Rally?"
"Yeah?"
"Hold me...I'm scared."
Rally looked at Akira. "There's actually food in our fridge?"
"Yep." Akira shut the door. "I went shopping. Now what do you want me to make for lunch?"
"Chinese food!"
"No! Pizza!"
Akira shook his head. "Did you two grow up at fast food restaurants?" Akira paused for a moment. "How about a native dish of mine?"
"That's too much like Chinese food! No fair!"
Akira sighed. "How about spaghetti?"
"I guess," Rally said.
May nodded then walked out of the kitchen.
Rally followed out behind May.
Akira opened the refrigerator again and shook his head. "Girls."
Akira walked into the living room where Rally and May were. "Lunch is done. I set the places in the kitchen."
May turned off the television and Rally laid down her car catalogue. They got up and headed to the kitchen in front of Akira.
Rally smelled the air. "Smells really good."
They sat down at the kitchen table. Rally took the end cap seat while May took the left side. Akira took the right side across from May. Rally and May picked up their forks ready to dig in while Akira stopped and closed his eyes.
May looked over at Rally with a question on her face. Rally only shrugged her shoulders at May's look and gave an equally questioning look back.
"What are you doing?" May asked.
"May!" Rally hissed.
Akira looked up. "Oh, me? Just praying."
"Praying?" May questioned. "What for?"
"To give thanks for my food."
May shook her head. "I don't believe in that stuff."
"I'm sorry," Akira said.
May gave Akira a dirty look. "Well, I bet Rally doesn't either. Do you, Rally? You don't believe in all that, do you?"
Rally put her fork down and bit her lip. "Well, I don't know. I guess so, but I'm not sure. I mean, it's wrong to kill people and stuff. I guess there must be a God or higher power or something that makes laws and morals."
May looked down at her spaghetti. "Well, anyway, I'm hungry. Let's eat or I'm gonna die!"
Everyone picked up their forks and started eating. Just after taking a few bites, the kitchen door flew open. Becky stood there with her computer and papers. Instead of walking in, she just stood there.
"What's wrong?" Rally asked.
"Never in my life would I thought I'd see an actual cooked meal in your house, Rally. What's the occasion?"
"None, I just made lunch. Sit down." Akira grabbed a plate for Becky.
"Well, actually, I think we've got bigger things." Becky sat down. "I ran the license plate through the DMV files."
"And?" May questioned.
"247-MIC belongs to Michelo Ignacius Chariot."
Rally spit out her spaghetti. "WHAT!" Rally grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. "You mean that the assassination of Richard Harris was committed by Michelo Chariot!"
"So we need to find out more about Michelo Chariot then," Akira said.
"But where?" Becky asked.
"I got an idea," Rally said.
Rally, May, and Becky walked up to the small, modest, blue house in the middle of a below-average neighborhood. Rally knocked at the door. The door opened slowly and a younger woman peered out slowly.
Rally pulled off her sunglasses. "Mrs. Vanzetti."
"Yes." She looked to the ground.
"My name is Rally Vincent. I want to talk to you about Mario Vanzetti Jr."
"The Police have already been by. They know everything there is to know."
"Not about your husband's Mafia days."
Anna Vanzetti looked around outside then invited Rally, May, and Akira into the house. The four of them stepped into the living room where five children played on the floor.
"Matthew, take your brothers and sisters and go outside."
The oldest child, who happened to have a broken arm, stood up and tried to usher his siblings out of the room.
"Kristen, Mark, Luke, and Lydia, out! Go outside now!"
The children got up and scrambled to go outside.
"Let's go to the kitchen." Anna walked towards the kitchen and motioned Rally, May, and Akira to come with her. She took a seat at the table and extended her arm towards the empty chairs. Rally, Akira, and May took seats at the table.
"What do you people know?" She asked, with fear in her voice.
"We know that your husband was connected to the Mafia and is somehow involved with something much bigger," Rally said. "Something the police obviously doesn't know."
"What do you people want from me? I have nothing left to offer anyone. Can't you just leave me alone? Doesn't anyone realize that my husband is dead and that my five children are fatherless?" Anna burst into tears.
Rally sighed. "Mrs. Vanzetti, I know you've been through a lot. But, I need to hear your side of the story. I'm a bounty hunter, and I'm trying to lock up the men that did this to your husband. But, I need your help."
Anna nodded through her tears. "Mario was involved with the Mafia in his younger days. He commonly ran errands for the lords and bosses in return for money. About fifteen years back, his parents' restaurant was about to close to Mario took out a loan to keep the place running. Ever since, Mario had been taking out more and more loans to the point where we couldn't pay them anymore. Mario tried to pull out of the Mafia, but they kept a tight reign on our family."
"Why do you think they all the suddenly wanted to kill him?" Rally asked.
"He threatened to run to the police. He was going to, but obviously they got to him before that happened."
"What did he know?" Akira asked.
"You've been watching the news?"
"Richard Harris," Rally uttered. "He knew. But why did the Mafia want him dead? What did he do to them?"
"Richard Harris was making it harder on the Osaka Shipment. He was raising import tariffs, increasing police staff, and enforcing harder drug laws."
"So what's in the Osaka Shipment?" Akira asked.
Anna rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. "I'm not sure, to tell the truth. They've been keeping that real secret. Mario didn't even know, and Mario tells me everything."
"Is that all you know?" Rally asked.
"All that I can think of."
"Who's Michelo Chariot?" Rally asked.
Anna grew silent. "Stay away from him."
"Who is he?" Akira asked.
Anna sighed very deeply. She stood up from the table and looked out the window at the street. "He's basically third in command of the Chicago Mafia."
"That high up?" May asked.
"Yes. He's dangerous."
Rally turned in her chair to face Anna. "Who's first and second?"
Anna kept looking out the window. "The first in command is the infamous Johnny Torrio."
"And second?" May questioned.
"Nobody really knows. They call him the Spider. They say that he's a mysterious figure that hardly anyone's ever seen."
"The Spider," Rally questioned. "Hmmm..."
Anna turned back from the window. "I think you should go now."
Rally read the nervousness on Anna's face. "Okay."
"And please be careful," Anna uttered.
Rally, Akira, and May walked across the street from Anna's house up to Rally's Shelby. Rally reached for the driver's side handle, but Akira grabbed it before she could. "I thought it was my turn to drive?"
Rally smacked her hip into Akira's and pushed him out of the way. "No, I'm driving," She teased as she tried to push him out of the way.
"And you called me shallow!" Akira exclaimed as he pushed Rally back.
"You are!" Rally laughed as she managed to get Akira out of the way of the door.
Akira wrapped his arms around Rally and picked her up. "I don't think so." He lifted her so her stomach rested over his shoulder. "Put me down!" Rally smacked Akira in the back with her balled fists. "Put me down! I mean it! Akira!" May rolled her eyes as she walked around the front of the car to get to the passenger's side. "No way! You're riding shotgun!" He turned around and set Rally back down on the ground on her back. Then he opened the driver's side door and got into Rally's car. Rally scrambled to her feet and ran around the front of the car to get into the shotgun seat. "I hope you don't think this is permanent!" "I hope you don't think this is temporary." Akira fired up the mighty Shelby. "I love that sound!" "So what'd you think about Anna's story, Ral?" Rally turned her head back to look at May. "She seemed really edgy. Like something was still wrong." "Yeah, I know," May said. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some food. Yo, Akira, take us to Taco Bell!" "I've never been there," Akira uttered as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the street. "Is it a sit down restaurant?" "Nope," Rally and May said concurrently. "Do you girls eat anything besides fast-food?" "Nope." As the blue Shelby drove away from Anna Vanzetti's house, a brown van started rumbling. It pulled away from it's parked spot under a large oak tree and followed the Shelby down the street.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh...it hurts..." Akira moaned as he held his stomach. "Quit being a baby!" May exclaimed as she opened the garage door that led into the house. "Oh, cut it out, May. He's just not used to eating American food," Rally said. She followed into the house after Akira and May. "Well, Akira, you know where the downstairs bathroom is, in case you have to throw up." "Uhhhh..." Akira moaned and trotted off to his room. May took off her coat and threw it on the hanger. "Serves the jerk right! It's about time he got what's coming to him!" Rally picked up the mail that was lying on the dining room table. "What do you got against him anyway?" She the rest of the mail back down on the table but opened up a letter from Remington, her supplier of shotgun shells. "He's a jerk! What more is there to say?" May jumped over the back of the couch and grabbed the television remote. She flipped on the television. Rally walked into the living room with her letter. "What are you watching?" "TGIF is on. I'm gonna catch the last few shows. Wanna watch?" Rally thought for a moment. "Sure. Just give me a few minutes." Rally walked into the kitchen then threw her letter away. "Hey, May, do you want some ice cream?" Rally hollered. "Yeah!" May hollered back.
Rally walked into the living with two bowls of ice cream and wearing a pair of flannel pajamas. She took a seat on the couch next to May and handed off the second bowl of ice cream. "It's still weird to see you in pajamas," May shook her head and grabbed her spoon. "But I suppose you don't want jerk face to see your underwear."
"I never said that!" Rally exclaimed. May grinned. "You mean you do want him to see you in your underwear?" Rally blushed. "No! I never called him jerk face! That's what I was talking about! I didn't mean anything else!" May laughed. "Chill out, would you? Geeze, you're blushing as red as the sun!" "I'm not blushing!" Rally felt her ears turn hot. "Whatever." May took a bite of her ice cream. Rally grabbed her spoon and stirred her ice cream in her bowl as she thought about random things. She looked up at the television then looked back to the ice cream. "So..." May breathed. "How are you and Devin doing?" "Doing?" Rally questioned. "What do you mean?" "Come on! I mean are you guys hitting it off? He called you, his girlfriend so I assume you're getting along well." "I guess so." "What do you mean, I guess so? You guys have so much in common. And he seems to really like you, Ral." "You think?" "Yeah, I do." Rally finally took a bite. "I just don't know..." May pulled her blanket up to her neck. "Do you like him?" Rally sighed. "I don't know. He's just so arrogant." "Why not? You both like cars, guns, and law enforcement. Why don't you just give it some time. I'm sure you'll learn to like him. Besides, all men are arrogant." "Akira's not." Rally looked down at her ice cream again. May cast a strange look at Rally then shook her head. "I don't think he's got much to be arrogant about." Rally smirked. "He was just kidding about the midget thing, you know." "Yeah, right!" May rolled her eyes. "And Natasha Radinov is a sweet, young maiden who wouldn't hurt a fly."
The small red light flashed and lit up the dark bedroom. Rally opened her eyes and looked over towards the light. "What? Another break-in?" Rally smiled. "All right!" She reached behind her pillow and grabbed her beloved CZ-75. She slowly crept out of her room and walked to the base of the stairs. She paused about half way down and listened to the footsteps of the trespassers in her house. "They're in the kitchen," She thought to herself. "I hope Akira stays put." Rally finished the stairs then slid onto the floor on her stomach. She slowly crawled across the living room and the dining room towards the kitchen. "Which broad are we looking to kill?" "As far as I'm concerned, both of them." Rally paused in the dining room next to the bookcase. Suddenly, she heard something rolling across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. She covered her ears. "Dang it, May!" She thought to herself. "What that sound?" Boom! A small explosion erupted in the kitchen and waves of smoke poured out the kitchen door. Then men in the house hollered followed by loud crashing sounds. Rally got up and ran to the kitchen. She flipped on the kitchen lights to see Akira with his katana slashing up the four attackers. He elbowed one in the face then spun around in fluid motion to slice the next guy across the chest with his katana. He gracefully turned the angle of his katana and sliced at the third guy. The fourth man came at him in a charge, but Akira sidestepped to the left then slashed his katana down as the attacker lunged and missed. Rally stood there with her gun. "Well...I guess that's taken care of." May walked into the kitchen from the other door. "That was just like the movies," May said, actually quite impressed since it was Akira. "Those moves were pretty slick, Akira," Rally said. "Thank you," Akira said. Suddenly his cheeks bulged. "Excuse me!" He dropped his katana, covered his mouth, and ran to the bathroom. "Ewww...yuck..." May sighed. "Well, I suppose the police will be here soon."
Rally sat at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee when Devin walked in. He took the liberty to grab himself a cup and pour some coffee. "You ladies seem to get yourselves in a lot of trouble." "Yeah, well, that's us!" May faked a smile. "Yep," Rally said. Akira walked back into the kitchen still holding his stomach and groaning. He walked straight to his room. "What is sock head doing here?" Devin asked, rather sharp. "Sock head lives here," May said. "His name is Akira." Rally took a drink of her coffee. Devin folded his arms at his chest. "Well, whoever he is, I don't like him." Devin unfolded his arms and grabbed his cup. "Well, how about a date tomorrow afternoon? It's Saturday tomorrow, isn't it? I'll take you out to lunch." "Well, I..." "She'll go!" May interjected. Rally shot a dirty look at May.
"Great!" Devin said. "I'll pick you up at noon!" He set his cup down and walked out the kitchen door to the outside.
Rally closed her eyes and hung her head down. "Uhhhh..."
Dangerous Information
"Oh, Rachel! No! It's a trap! You mustn't believe him! Rachel!" May hollered at the television as she watched her favorite soap opera. "Vicktor is a communist! Don't believe him! He wants to kill the President!"
Akira looked at Rally with his head cocked to the side. "What is she yelling at the television for?" Akira sat at the dining room table with Rally.
Rally shook her head. "It's the soap opera channel. She'll be like this all afternoon. I should have known better than to get satellite."
"Save her Miguel, you handsome Mexican man!" May screamed. "No! Rachel! Don't go with Vicktor!"
"Well, it least it's cultured. Russian and Mexican, can't beat that," Akira said. "Alas, no Japanese people."
"No! It's Takeda Taku, and his evil ninja gang!" May exclaimed.
"I spoke too soon," Akira said.
"Get them, Miguel! Oh no! Get up, Miguel! Yes! That's right! Hit him!"
Rally gathered all the papers she was reviewing and organized them together. She put them away in her folder. "I wish Becky would hurry up and call. She sure knows how to take her time."
"Patience," Akira said. "She'll call when she calls."
Rally sighed. "Yeah, I guess."
Akira got up from the table and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, May?"
"What is it, Ral?"
"What do you want for lunch?" Rally stood up from the table and stretched. "Pizza from Dominos or Pizza Hut?"
May got up off the couch and walked into the dining room. "Excuse me? I am not eating one more slice of pizza..."
"Good," Rally said. "More for me!"
"Rally!" May exclaimed. "Can we please just eat something else?"
"I'm paying so I pick!"
"It's not my fault that you hardly ever pay me!"
"You hardly ever work so you're hardly ever gonna get paid!" Rally exclaimed. "All you do is read magazines and watch television!"
Akira walked back into the room holding a katana in his hands. "What are you two arguing about?"
"Lunch," Rally said.
"Follow me," Akira said. "I'll make lunch."
"No! I don't want frozen pizza!" May exclaimed.
Akira walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "See..."
Rally and May looked inside. Both of their jaws dropped.
"Rally?"
"Yeah?"
"Hold me...I'm scared."
Rally looked at Akira. "There's actually food in our fridge?"
"Yep." Akira shut the door. "I went shopping. Now what do you want me to make for lunch?"
"Chinese food!"
"No! Pizza!"
Akira shook his head. "Did you two grow up at fast food restaurants?" Akira paused for a moment. "How about a native dish of mine?"
"That's too much like Chinese food! No fair!"
Akira sighed. "How about spaghetti?"
"I guess," Rally said.
May nodded then walked out of the kitchen.
Rally followed out behind May.
Akira opened the refrigerator again and shook his head. "Girls."
Akira walked into the living room where Rally and May were. "Lunch is done. I set the places in the kitchen."
May turned off the television and Rally laid down her car catalogue. They got up and headed to the kitchen in front of Akira.
Rally smelled the air. "Smells really good."
They sat down at the kitchen table. Rally took the end cap seat while May took the left side. Akira took the right side across from May. Rally and May picked up their forks ready to dig in while Akira stopped and closed his eyes.
May looked over at Rally with a question on her face. Rally only shrugged her shoulders at May's look and gave an equally questioning look back.
"What are you doing?" May asked.
"May!" Rally hissed.
Akira looked up. "Oh, me? Just praying."
"Praying?" May questioned. "What for?"
"To give thanks for my food."
May shook her head. "I don't believe in that stuff."
"I'm sorry," Akira said.
May gave Akira a dirty look. "Well, I bet Rally doesn't either. Do you, Rally? You don't believe in all that, do you?"
Rally put her fork down and bit her lip. "Well, I don't know. I guess so, but I'm not sure. I mean, it's wrong to kill people and stuff. I guess there must be a God or higher power or something that makes laws and morals."
May looked down at her spaghetti. "Well, anyway, I'm hungry. Let's eat or I'm gonna die!"
Everyone picked up their forks and started eating. Just after taking a few bites, the kitchen door flew open. Becky stood there with her computer and papers. Instead of walking in, she just stood there.
"What's wrong?" Rally asked.
"Never in my life would I thought I'd see an actual cooked meal in your house, Rally. What's the occasion?"
"None, I just made lunch. Sit down." Akira grabbed a plate for Becky.
"Well, actually, I think we've got bigger things." Becky sat down. "I ran the license plate through the DMV files."
"And?" May questioned.
"247-MIC belongs to Michelo Ignacius Chariot."
Rally spit out her spaghetti. "WHAT!" Rally grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. "You mean that the assassination of Richard Harris was committed by Michelo Chariot!"
"So we need to find out more about Michelo Chariot then," Akira said.
"But where?" Becky asked.
"I got an idea," Rally said.
Rally, May, and Becky walked up to the small, modest, blue house in the middle of a below-average neighborhood. Rally knocked at the door. The door opened slowly and a younger woman peered out slowly.
Rally pulled off her sunglasses. "Mrs. Vanzetti."
"Yes." She looked to the ground.
"My name is Rally Vincent. I want to talk to you about Mario Vanzetti Jr."
"The Police have already been by. They know everything there is to know."
"Not about your husband's Mafia days."
Anna Vanzetti looked around outside then invited Rally, May, and Akira into the house. The four of them stepped into the living room where five children played on the floor.
"Matthew, take your brothers and sisters and go outside."
The oldest child, who happened to have a broken arm, stood up and tried to usher his siblings out of the room.
"Kristen, Mark, Luke, and Lydia, out! Go outside now!"
The children got up and scrambled to go outside.
"Let's go to the kitchen." Anna walked towards the kitchen and motioned Rally, May, and Akira to come with her. She took a seat at the table and extended her arm towards the empty chairs. Rally, Akira, and May took seats at the table.
"What do you people know?" She asked, with fear in her voice.
"We know that your husband was connected to the Mafia and is somehow involved with something much bigger," Rally said. "Something the police obviously doesn't know."
"What do you people want from me? I have nothing left to offer anyone. Can't you just leave me alone? Doesn't anyone realize that my husband is dead and that my five children are fatherless?" Anna burst into tears.
Rally sighed. "Mrs. Vanzetti, I know you've been through a lot. But, I need to hear your side of the story. I'm a bounty hunter, and I'm trying to lock up the men that did this to your husband. But, I need your help."
Anna nodded through her tears. "Mario was involved with the Mafia in his younger days. He commonly ran errands for the lords and bosses in return for money. About fifteen years back, his parents' restaurant was about to close to Mario took out a loan to keep the place running. Ever since, Mario had been taking out more and more loans to the point where we couldn't pay them anymore. Mario tried to pull out of the Mafia, but they kept a tight reign on our family."
"Why do you think they all the suddenly wanted to kill him?" Rally asked.
"He threatened to run to the police. He was going to, but obviously they got to him before that happened."
"What did he know?" Akira asked.
"You've been watching the news?"
"Richard Harris," Rally uttered. "He knew. But why did the Mafia want him dead? What did he do to them?"
"Richard Harris was making it harder on the Osaka Shipment. He was raising import tariffs, increasing police staff, and enforcing harder drug laws."
"So what's in the Osaka Shipment?" Akira asked.
Anna rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. "I'm not sure, to tell the truth. They've been keeping that real secret. Mario didn't even know, and Mario tells me everything."
"Is that all you know?" Rally asked.
"All that I can think of."
"Who's Michelo Chariot?" Rally asked.
Anna grew silent. "Stay away from him."
"Who is he?" Akira asked.
Anna sighed very deeply. She stood up from the table and looked out the window at the street. "He's basically third in command of the Chicago Mafia."
"That high up?" May asked.
"Yes. He's dangerous."
Rally turned in her chair to face Anna. "Who's first and second?"
Anna kept looking out the window. "The first in command is the infamous Johnny Torrio."
"And second?" May questioned.
"Nobody really knows. They call him the Spider. They say that he's a mysterious figure that hardly anyone's ever seen."
"The Spider," Rally questioned. "Hmmm..."
Anna turned back from the window. "I think you should go now."
Rally read the nervousness on Anna's face. "Okay."
"And please be careful," Anna uttered.
Rally, Akira, and May walked across the street from Anna's house up to Rally's Shelby. Rally reached for the driver's side handle, but Akira grabbed it before she could. "I thought it was my turn to drive?"
Rally smacked her hip into Akira's and pushed him out of the way. "No, I'm driving," She teased as she tried to push him out of the way.
"And you called me shallow!" Akira exclaimed as he pushed Rally back.
"You are!" Rally laughed as she managed to get Akira out of the way of the door.
Akira wrapped his arms around Rally and picked her up. "I don't think so." He lifted her so her stomach rested over his shoulder. "Put me down!" Rally smacked Akira in the back with her balled fists. "Put me down! I mean it! Akira!" May rolled her eyes as she walked around the front of the car to get to the passenger's side. "No way! You're riding shotgun!" He turned around and set Rally back down on the ground on her back. Then he opened the driver's side door and got into Rally's car. Rally scrambled to her feet and ran around the front of the car to get into the shotgun seat. "I hope you don't think this is permanent!" "I hope you don't think this is temporary." Akira fired up the mighty Shelby. "I love that sound!" "So what'd you think about Anna's story, Ral?" Rally turned her head back to look at May. "She seemed really edgy. Like something was still wrong." "Yeah, I know," May said. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some food. Yo, Akira, take us to Taco Bell!" "I've never been there," Akira uttered as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the street. "Is it a sit down restaurant?" "Nope," Rally and May said concurrently. "Do you girls eat anything besides fast-food?" "Nope." As the blue Shelby drove away from Anna Vanzetti's house, a brown van started rumbling. It pulled away from it's parked spot under a large oak tree and followed the Shelby down the street.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh...it hurts..." Akira moaned as he held his stomach. "Quit being a baby!" May exclaimed as she opened the garage door that led into the house. "Oh, cut it out, May. He's just not used to eating American food," Rally said. She followed into the house after Akira and May. "Well, Akira, you know where the downstairs bathroom is, in case you have to throw up." "Uhhhh..." Akira moaned and trotted off to his room. May took off her coat and threw it on the hanger. "Serves the jerk right! It's about time he got what's coming to him!" Rally picked up the mail that was lying on the dining room table. "What do you got against him anyway?" She the rest of the mail back down on the table but opened up a letter from Remington, her supplier of shotgun shells. "He's a jerk! What more is there to say?" May jumped over the back of the couch and grabbed the television remote. She flipped on the television. Rally walked into the living room with her letter. "What are you watching?" "TGIF is on. I'm gonna catch the last few shows. Wanna watch?" Rally thought for a moment. "Sure. Just give me a few minutes." Rally walked into the kitchen then threw her letter away. "Hey, May, do you want some ice cream?" Rally hollered. "Yeah!" May hollered back.
Rally walked into the living with two bowls of ice cream and wearing a pair of flannel pajamas. She took a seat on the couch next to May and handed off the second bowl of ice cream. "It's still weird to see you in pajamas," May shook her head and grabbed her spoon. "But I suppose you don't want jerk face to see your underwear."
"I never said that!" Rally exclaimed. May grinned. "You mean you do want him to see you in your underwear?" Rally blushed. "No! I never called him jerk face! That's what I was talking about! I didn't mean anything else!" May laughed. "Chill out, would you? Geeze, you're blushing as red as the sun!" "I'm not blushing!" Rally felt her ears turn hot. "Whatever." May took a bite of her ice cream. Rally grabbed her spoon and stirred her ice cream in her bowl as she thought about random things. She looked up at the television then looked back to the ice cream. "So..." May breathed. "How are you and Devin doing?" "Doing?" Rally questioned. "What do you mean?" "Come on! I mean are you guys hitting it off? He called you, his girlfriend so I assume you're getting along well." "I guess so." "What do you mean, I guess so? You guys have so much in common. And he seems to really like you, Ral." "You think?" "Yeah, I do." Rally finally took a bite. "I just don't know..." May pulled her blanket up to her neck. "Do you like him?" Rally sighed. "I don't know. He's just so arrogant." "Why not? You both like cars, guns, and law enforcement. Why don't you just give it some time. I'm sure you'll learn to like him. Besides, all men are arrogant." "Akira's not." Rally looked down at her ice cream again. May cast a strange look at Rally then shook her head. "I don't think he's got much to be arrogant about." Rally smirked. "He was just kidding about the midget thing, you know." "Yeah, right!" May rolled her eyes. "And Natasha Radinov is a sweet, young maiden who wouldn't hurt a fly."
The small red light flashed and lit up the dark bedroom. Rally opened her eyes and looked over towards the light. "What? Another break-in?" Rally smiled. "All right!" She reached behind her pillow and grabbed her beloved CZ-75. She slowly crept out of her room and walked to the base of the stairs. She paused about half way down and listened to the footsteps of the trespassers in her house. "They're in the kitchen," She thought to herself. "I hope Akira stays put." Rally finished the stairs then slid onto the floor on her stomach. She slowly crawled across the living room and the dining room towards the kitchen. "Which broad are we looking to kill?" "As far as I'm concerned, both of them." Rally paused in the dining room next to the bookcase. Suddenly, she heard something rolling across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. She covered her ears. "Dang it, May!" She thought to herself. "What that sound?" Boom! A small explosion erupted in the kitchen and waves of smoke poured out the kitchen door. Then men in the house hollered followed by loud crashing sounds. Rally got up and ran to the kitchen. She flipped on the kitchen lights to see Akira with his katana slashing up the four attackers. He elbowed one in the face then spun around in fluid motion to slice the next guy across the chest with his katana. He gracefully turned the angle of his katana and sliced at the third guy. The fourth man came at him in a charge, but Akira sidestepped to the left then slashed his katana down as the attacker lunged and missed. Rally stood there with her gun. "Well...I guess that's taken care of." May walked into the kitchen from the other door. "That was just like the movies," May said, actually quite impressed since it was Akira. "Those moves were pretty slick, Akira," Rally said. "Thank you," Akira said. Suddenly his cheeks bulged. "Excuse me!" He dropped his katana, covered his mouth, and ran to the bathroom. "Ewww...yuck..." May sighed. "Well, I suppose the police will be here soon."
Rally sat at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee when Devin walked in. He took the liberty to grab himself a cup and pour some coffee. "You ladies seem to get yourselves in a lot of trouble." "Yeah, well, that's us!" May faked a smile. "Yep," Rally said. Akira walked back into the kitchen still holding his stomach and groaning. He walked straight to his room. "What is sock head doing here?" Devin asked, rather sharp. "Sock head lives here," May said. "His name is Akira." Rally took a drink of her coffee. Devin folded his arms at his chest. "Well, whoever he is, I don't like him." Devin unfolded his arms and grabbed his cup. "Well, how about a date tomorrow afternoon? It's Saturday tomorrow, isn't it? I'll take you out to lunch." "Well, I..." "She'll go!" May interjected. Rally shot a dirty look at May.
"Great!" Devin said. "I'll pick you up at noon!" He set his cup down and walked out the kitchen door to the outside.
Rally closed her eyes and hung her head down. "Uhhhh..."