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Chapter 4: Arsenal
Python and Surge walked down the hallway, talking about last night's success. "I can't believe this! We totally creamed that guy." Surge said with satisfaction. "Got that right." Python said. "We are in right now," Surge said," we'll get good word from the boss, it'll be easy street from now on." "Don't be so sure. Sometimes you get it, and sometimes you don't." Python replied. "Dude, we'll have it all. Just you wait." They soon reached the door where Blood's office was. "Well, the moment of truth." He said as they opened the doors.
Blood was behind his desk, sitting down in the chair. His eyes watched as the two entered. 'I hope this one didn't fail me.' "Greetings, my students." He stated. "Hello, Blood." Python said. "I take it the operation I sent both of you on was successful." Blood said. "It went perfectly." Python replied as he drew out the envelope and slid it to Blood. He looked at the contents without them seeing it and then placed it in a drawer under his desk. "Was their any opposition?" Blood asked. "You mean that piss drunk Rancid?" Surge asked, "He then laughed and added," we sent him on a shopping spree. He shopped till he dropped."
"Very good. You will receive excellent marks on your records. Leave me please." He said. Python began to leave, but Surge stood there. "Is there are problem? Blood asked upon noticing. "Yeah," Surge began," where's the power? The fame? The glory?" "Surge, what you want, you must get it on your own. I can't just make my students worship you both." "Let's go, Surge." Python said. "Shut up!" Surge said," Listen Blood! I have listened to you, done your fing job, nearly got my ass shot off by a nut job, and I ain't getting s!" "I did give you your, how do say, s." Blood said. Surge slammed his hand on the desk, little sparks coming up form where it hit. "That's not the point! I need power here. I am not your damn servant b..." he stopped as Blood's eyes flashed red, resulting in his eyes flashing as well. 'There he goes again.' Python said as he watched Surge lift his hand off the desk and walk out of the room. "I suggest you follow him." Blood said. "Of course." Python said. "By the way," Blood began," my newest weapon is too be ready today at a demonstration in the training facility. Gizmo, Mammoth, Jinx, and Stone will be using it to wipe out some problems. I hope you can come. Python thought of seeing Jinx in combat, but he said," Maybe."
Python returned to his room to witness Surge punching the wall. "Hey man. Unless you're making a peep hole to the girl's locker room, I have to tell you it's on the other side of the building." "It's that asshole! I have done my damn work for him and I have gotten nothing." Surge replied as he turned to him. "Listen up. Don't complain to me. I got something for yeah." He headed to the cabinet and reached into a drawer. He then produced a wad of cash and threw to Surge. "Holy s! Where did you get this?" Surge asked. "I got it off of Rancid last night while he was unconscious," Python said," a good ten grand." "Hey, how come I only got four grand?" Surge asked. "Because I thought up the plan and found it." "F you man, "Surge joked, "well, I'm heading to the demonstration in a hour. You coming?" "No," Python said," I have other plans."
One hour later…
"I hope this was worth the trip." Python thought as he walked down the sidewalk, his dufflebag slung over his shoulder. His journey had taken him to the worst part of the city. Crumpling and decaying buildings were lined together in rows. The streets were eerily quiet, except for the siren of a distant police car. Along the way, he had seen outlines of previously fallen bodies, red blood stains in the outlines. 'Reminds me of home.' He thought.
He then came to his destination. It was a small house, its blue paint peeling off of the walls. The tiles of the roof were falling off. A garage that appeared to be made of steel was on its right side. From a flagpole was an American flag, waving in the air. "Here we go." He walked up the house's stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just a crack, revealing a hint of light. "What do you want?" a gruff voice said from the opening. "I found this card on a guy named Rancid. Said you did some of his gun customization." Python answered. "Are you a cop, CIA agent, or Al-Queda?" he asked. "No. I'm willing to buy." Python said. The door then closed and he heard the sound of many locks being set into place. The door then opened and the voice said, "Come in."
Python entered and had very strange impressions. The room was a painted brown and was lighted by floor lamps and a single light on the ceiling that was flickering. A couch with rips it in was against the far wall, fuzzy bits coming out of the openings. Lawn chairs were folded out in front of huge Plasma Screen TV and two eighteen inch TVs on either side, all of them turned to images of CNN. A card table was set up at the far side, a laptop on top of it. An American flag that was torn in the middle slightly hung in a glass case on the wall. Near it was a mannequin in a Military suit with its original supplies and rifle. "Looks like an American lives here." Python said. He then heard the door locked behind him and the voice saying, "American? This is the home of a true blue, foreign ass kicking Patriot."
Python turned around to face the voice. He did notice the numerous locks on the door, but was two busy staring at the guy. He looked like he was in his late fifties, made irrelevant by the wrinkles on the sides of his face. His hair was long and Grey, but the most of it was covered by an American bandana tied onto his head. He wore a green army jacket and green army pants along with black military issued boots, but were fading with age. A Purple Heart and two Bronze Stars were on the left breast pocket. His eyes were a brown color, but seemed to be going even darker then their original color.
"You a little young to be needing hardware?" the guy asked. "Aren't you a little old to be using exercise equipment?" Python remarked, noticing the bench in the room. "Got to stay in shape, " the guy said," not letting age ruin my strength from the service." He then laughed as he held out his hand. "Name's Greg. First Lieutenant Greg D. Robinson." "Python." Python replied as he shook his hand. "Not much of a name," Greg said," I take it your from that school?" "Yeah," Python replied," I got this piece of paper with your name and address on it after me and my friend totaled him." Greg replied," Yeah, I know him. Shead didn't like my merchandise, so he shoot a hole in my hole. Glad though he got taken care of."
"So, I take it you sell non- laser shooting weapons?" Python asked. "Hell ya!" he replied," I tell ya, what is the deal with all of these villains using lasers and what not? The only weapons are guns, explosives, fists, and anything that can be used as a weapon. Learned that back during my six years in 'Nam. So, do you want to see the hardware?" "Yeah, but one thing," Python asked," why is a true blue American war vet like yourself selling weapons to villains. "The reason," Greg began a tint of hyperactivity in his voice," the reason? I fought hard in Vietnam, killed God knows how many Vietcong bastards got captured three times and escaped, and those capitalist pigs don't give me anything! damn it! Give me one sec." He then walked over to the card table, took out a paper bag, and spilled its contents onto it. A white powder came out of it as he rolled up a bit of paper and snorted a strand of it through the roll of paper into his nose. "Calms me down." He said after collecting himself. During the ordeal, Python had lighted a cigarette and was blowing smoke out of it. He said," That stuff will kill ya." "Look who's talking." Greg replied. "This will not kill me as quickly as that will," Python stated," Anyways, let's see the goods."
"Okay." Greg said as he walked over to a wall in the far right corner. He punched it, causing a door sized opening to pop up from the floor. "After you." He said as Python walked in. As soon as he got into the room's center, eyes widened with surprise and his mouth hung open, causing his cigarette to fall to the ground and go out. In this room lit with florescent lighting and being cooled by central AC, were guns galore. They were either disassembled on tables, on rows of racks, or leaning on the ground against the walls. He saw Colts, Lugers, Magnums, 9mms, and Desert Eagles on one side. Next to it were submachine guns, like Uzis, Tech-9s, and MP5s. Ak-47s, M-16s, and AR-15s, and Sniper Rifles ranging from R57s to PSGIs laid on another section. The heavy weaponry lay at the far end. These included Shotguns, SPAS-12s, Bazookas, RPGs, M-79 and Miltek MLG grenade launchers. M60 heavy machine guns, and a huge Chain Gun on a turrent stand. Next to that were boxes of ammunition, grenades, and mines.
"Holy S." Python said. "Yep," Greg said from behind him, "either bought, smuggled, or stolen, they work well. So, what do you need?" "Well," he began," I need ammo for this." He put down his dufflebag and took out the shotgun he had stolen the previous night." "Kid, take my advice," he said," you're going to be doing a lot of running and sneaking in, so I have to say you are going to need some better hard wear." "What do you recommend?" Python asked as he put down the shotgun. "Give me three seconds." He said.
With that, Greg moved around the tables and ammo boxes, grabbing items from them. 'This guy seems to know what he is doing,' Python,' my be a pothead, but smart.' He then walked over to the table as Greg motioned him over. "Okay, these will help you out during your semester," Greg said as he held up the items, "Since you need to do a lot of running, double Colt Pistols will help out. For concealment, you got a Sawn-Off shotgun. It may only fire to shots, but it's small and easy to hide. You also get six boxes of ammo, three for each weapon set, and a cleaning kit for free with weapon purchases." "How much?" Python asked as he got out the cash. "I would say five thousand, but I like you. So, it will be three grand." Python gave him the case, which he stuffed into his pockets, and he placed his purchases into his dufflebag.
"I better get going before Blood gets pissed." He said as he headed to the houses' exit. "Good idea," Greg said," and watch your back." Just then, the televisions that were on the news flipped over to an emergency announcement. "We now come in with this announcement," the guy at the news desk said," the Hill Inop Veral Entro Company building has exploded in the business area. No casualties have been reported, but the Teen Titans have told all officials too not come near the area." "Isn't that where the academy is?" Greg asked. "What gave it away?" Python asked as he hurried to the door. "Watch yourself, kid." He called out. "You too." he replied as he hurried off.
Chapter 5 coming soon!