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Silent Bob 546: I'm actually not that much of a Buffy Fan, I prefer Angel.
Sydney, Australia 2120 Hours
A grey pickup truck pulled up in front of an apartment building. Inside it were Mina and a visible Marcie.
"He'll be in apartment No.6, on the third floor, in a few minutes," said Mina. "You'll inject him with this, and you'll call for me to drag him down here. Got it?" she continued as she handed Marcie a small syringe and a master key. "Stick the needle into the English crook and holler, got it." said Marcie, who then took off her sun-glasses to reveal two holes in her fair complexioned face. She then took off the red wig and wiped off the makeup with a napkin, and thus became unseen to the casual observer.
As the door opened and closed, Mina saw the syringe and key levitate and leave the truck, and then float to the entrance of the building and disappear. After a few minutes Mina saw a 5'10" tall man of medium build in his mid-thirties approach the building. He staggered in his walk a bit, his shoulders slightly slumped as his hands were buried in his jacket pockets. He had brown scruffy hair and a beard, and his appearance indicated a lot of apathy on his part which resulted in the abandonment of grooming.
As he passed the car he shot Mina a empty look. Their eyes made contact for two seconds before he turned away and walked into his building.
Meanwhile.........
The American spy sat patiently in the corner of the next recruit's dark apartment. She had managed to get in using the master key supplied by her vampire superior. After getting in and locking the door behind her she discarded of the key by throwing it out the window. She then sat down and waited.
The apartment was rather hollow, she thought, much like her Chicago apartment, but then she was in town for just one night to kill somebody. But this was the dwelling of a grown man, and all there was a small kitchenette in the corner, an armchair at the window and a mattress in the corner.
As she heard the door unlock, she hid the syringe under the chair as she leapt through the room. She then saw the man come in.
He walked in without turning on the lights and positioned the chair against the window, then opened it, letting in the moonlight and the warm breeze of the Australian night in. He then sat at the chair and put his feet on the edge of the window and closed his eyes. As Marcie looked up at him she saw an expression of contemplation on his face. What was he thinking, she wondered. Was he plotting his next con? Planning the next bank robbery? She'd never know.
Marcie always marvelled at how fragile human life was. He was right in front of her; she could easily kill him with her bare hands and he'd never know. She felt tempted to do that but remembered the vampire who wouldn't like that, and who happened to be sitting in a truck just outside. She then went to grab the syringe when the most unexpected thing happened.
The Door burst open and in came five men. One of them opened the lights as the others walked in and grabbed the man at the chair. "Mr. Jack Skinner?" asked their leader, a massive bald man in a leather jacket.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Jack in a British cockney accent.
He was punched in the gut by one of the three catching him, the leader then continued, "Please Mr. Skinner, no profanity. We are here because you are going to help us plan a jewel robbery." "No." Jack's response got him a few jabs. Meanwhile Marcie froze in her spot, and mentally thanked the heavens for cursing her with invisibility. She thought, what to do, attack or retreat? Finish the job she came to do or keep her neck? "Now Mr. Skinner," said the leader as he approached the bound Jack, "we'll ask you to join us repeatedly, and each time you give us a wise crack answer, we cut off a toe." "That doesn't seem fair." protested Jack. "Will you join us?" "I'm currently busy doing something else, please come back and check in a year or so." "See, now that's a wise crack answer." said the leader who proceeded to gesture to one of his men. The Henchman pulled out a silenced gun, aimed it at Jack's foot, and was about to fire. At that instant Marcie made up her mind, and she took her thoughts to action as she pushed the gun wielding gangster out the window and into the night. Mina sat in the truck impatiently waiting for Marcie's signal, It had been a while since Skinner went up to his place, but it was long enough for the invisible woman to prick him with the damn syringe and he'd be out. What the hell was taking her so long?
She thought about how ironic it was that an invisible woman had gone to capture a thief who was the descendant of an Invisible thief. She also wondered if any of the team could be trusted, and if any of the team could trust her. They were an odd bunch no doubt, much like her first league… All of a sudden she heard a loud thud and the roof of the truck crashed down on her... She was injured but was able to get out and she healed in a matter of seconds. She looked at the roof and saw the dead body of a man holding a gun in his had. She caught the sounds of a struggle upstairs, so she broke into a flock of bats and flew to Skinner's open window. She saw Jack trading punches with one man while one lay on the ground, and two others were fighting a pair of flying frying pans that were pounding on both of them on their own.
Jack was fighting the leader of the five. He ducked a blow and went for a punch of his own when his opponent managed to brutally throw him off into the bathroom. As he flew in the air he wondered what was going on. one of the gangsters had jumped out of the window for no reason, his frying pans seemed to have gained the ability to attack people, and there now was a red-headed woman that came through the window. It was not an ordinary night.
Jack's head slammed into the tiles, and he heard his adversary speak as he came in, "I don't know what kind of freak are you, but you'll be dieing soon..." "I beg to differ," said Jack, as reached for behind the sink, with a swift motion knocked the man into the filled tub. He threw in an electric shock device that he had produced from behind the sink and activated it.
He stumbled out the bathroom as the sound of electrocution was heard and the smell of burning flesh fumed the atmosphere. He saw the two that were attacked by frying pans gain control as they disposed of both, but their celebration did not last as Mina grabbed one and threw him upwards. He collided with the ceiling, and broke his neck as he came down. The other went to attack her, but she grabbed him and sunk a pair of fangs into his neck for a couple of moments before dropping him down and wiping the blood of her chin with her sleeve.
Skinner walked over to Mina, attempting to inquire on who she was. "Who the 'ell ar- AAAAAA!" Jack was not able to finish his question as the fifth gangster –who was knocked out after Marcie pushed the first out the window and before Mina came in- pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Jack in the arm. Jack collapsed and took Mina down with him. Attempting to avenge his partners deaths, the gangster aimed his gun for a second shot at Jack, right below the shoulder blade; but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a gun flew out the jacket of the gangster who was bit by Mina and a bullet was fired that caught the gangster in his forehead, killing him instantly.
Minutes Later........
Jack took a swig of Cognac with his right as he groaned with Mina treating his wounded left Arm. "Don't be such a baby, it's just a scratch." "A scratch hurts as much as any other gunshot wound, you just aren't fortunate enough to die or pass out." said the British all-around-criminal.
Jack had learned quit a bit about his unusual guests. He learned that the gorgeous lady tending to his bleeding flesh was a blood sucking fiend -which was disturbing-, and that the person that was responsible for an apple floating and being chewed on by the air was, in fact, an invisible American female spy. "There, good as new." said Mina. Jack got up and waved his arm around a bit to get the feel back in, he then picked a sweater out of the pile of clothes on the chair and put it on and then kneeled down to peal the hooded jacket off the corpse of the gangster Marcie shot. He put it on as well and headed to the door, after picking up a strange looking tool off the stove.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Marcie. "Hell, eventually. But right now I'm looking to leave the country." answered Jack. "Not till we have a word with you. You owe us that," said Mina. "I don't owe no one a damn thing. I'm glad you helped me, but I pretty much could have handled them cretins just fine." "How?" "I'm a resourceful bloke." said Jack as he got out the door. "If he walks, I walk." said Marcie as she passed Mina on her way out. "Don't threaten me." said Mina abruptly. Both women then walked out to catch up with Jack, they found him outside trying to open a car door using the strange tool. "Mr. Skinner, we have come all the way from Chicago looking for your help," said Mina. "You're a vampire and she's see-through. Whatever heist you're looking to pull off I'm sure you can do it on your own," said Jack. "There is no heist." said Marcie. "Why are you here then?" "That will require you to listen to us for a few minutes." said Mina. "Alright, the next pack of people who want to kill me aren't due for another hour, I guess I can spare you a couple of minutes."
Mina then explained the situation to Jack, and explained the whole concept of the League, it being a group of agents and civilians with uncanny abilities that work to maintain world peace.
"We want you to lend us your abilities and expertise to help us on this mission," said Marcie. "You watch too may movies about theifs with harts of gold, Why would I do something so cliché as helping you?" said Jack. "Think of it as your patriotic Duty." said Mina. "You seem to be mistaking me for me Father, Rodney Skinner the 3rd: The double 0 agent of MI5; or Capt. Rodney Skinner Jr.: War hero of WWII. Or Perhaps Rodney Skinner the First: I don't really know what he did, but I hear it's bugging heroically patriotic…" "Rodney Skinner, a patriot? I think not," scoffed Mina. "What?" asked Jack as he was confused by the remark. "Long story, I'll explain it later." "Whatever. My point is that I'm not any of those, I'm Jack Skinner: First Skinner in four generations not to give a damn about her bloody majesty. I live for myself and the moment; so you see Miss. Murray, I don't find myself compelled to do anything to help you." "Well, there is the notion that if you don't join us we'll turn you in for the Interpol, or maybe the Coreloni Family1 in New York, or would prefer to be turned in to the Musad?" "That's a very good point, however I don't find myself motivated enough," "What do you want? Money?" "Money? Just 'cause I'm a thief doesn't mean I'm of a greedy nature." "Then what is it?" asked Marcie. "I know how to vanish, and seeing as how you were able to catch up with me, your League might be able to find someone for me." "Splendid! Join us and we'll get the location of your 'someone' and hand it over to you in record time." "Great," said Jack with a smirk, he then opened the door of the car he was trying to open and ushered them to hop in. 1 The Corleoni Family is the Mobster Family from Mario Puzo's The Godfather, which was made in a classic movie trilogy .
Silent Bob 546: I'm actually not that much of a Buffy Fan, I prefer Angel.
Sydney, Australia 2120 Hours
A grey pickup truck pulled up in front of an apartment building. Inside it were Mina and a visible Marcie.
"He'll be in apartment No.6, on the third floor, in a few minutes," said Mina. "You'll inject him with this, and you'll call for me to drag him down here. Got it?" she continued as she handed Marcie a small syringe and a master key. "Stick the needle into the English crook and holler, got it." said Marcie, who then took off her sun-glasses to reveal two holes in her fair complexioned face. She then took off the red wig and wiped off the makeup with a napkin, and thus became unseen to the casual observer.
As the door opened and closed, Mina saw the syringe and key levitate and leave the truck, and then float to the entrance of the building and disappear. After a few minutes Mina saw a 5'10" tall man of medium build in his mid-thirties approach the building. He staggered in his walk a bit, his shoulders slightly slumped as his hands were buried in his jacket pockets. He had brown scruffy hair and a beard, and his appearance indicated a lot of apathy on his part which resulted in the abandonment of grooming.
As he passed the car he shot Mina a empty look. Their eyes made contact for two seconds before he turned away and walked into his building.
Meanwhile.........
The American spy sat patiently in the corner of the next recruit's dark apartment. She had managed to get in using the master key supplied by her vampire superior. After getting in and locking the door behind her she discarded of the key by throwing it out the window. She then sat down and waited.
The apartment was rather hollow, she thought, much like her Chicago apartment, but then she was in town for just one night to kill somebody. But this was the dwelling of a grown man, and all there was a small kitchenette in the corner, an armchair at the window and a mattress in the corner.
As she heard the door unlock, she hid the syringe under the chair as she leapt through the room. She then saw the man come in.
He walked in without turning on the lights and positioned the chair against the window, then opened it, letting in the moonlight and the warm breeze of the Australian night in. He then sat at the chair and put his feet on the edge of the window and closed his eyes. As Marcie looked up at him she saw an expression of contemplation on his face. What was he thinking, she wondered. Was he plotting his next con? Planning the next bank robbery? She'd never know.
Marcie always marvelled at how fragile human life was. He was right in front of her; she could easily kill him with her bare hands and he'd never know. She felt tempted to do that but remembered the vampire who wouldn't like that, and who happened to be sitting in a truck just outside. She then went to grab the syringe when the most unexpected thing happened.
The Door burst open and in came five men. One of them opened the lights as the others walked in and grabbed the man at the chair. "Mr. Jack Skinner?" asked their leader, a massive bald man in a leather jacket.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Jack in a British cockney accent.
He was punched in the gut by one of the three catching him, the leader then continued, "Please Mr. Skinner, no profanity. We are here because you are going to help us plan a jewel robbery." "No." Jack's response got him a few jabs. Meanwhile Marcie froze in her spot, and mentally thanked the heavens for cursing her with invisibility. She thought, what to do, attack or retreat? Finish the job she came to do or keep her neck? "Now Mr. Skinner," said the leader as he approached the bound Jack, "we'll ask you to join us repeatedly, and each time you give us a wise crack answer, we cut off a toe." "That doesn't seem fair." protested Jack. "Will you join us?" "I'm currently busy doing something else, please come back and check in a year or so." "See, now that's a wise crack answer." said the leader who proceeded to gesture to one of his men. The Henchman pulled out a silenced gun, aimed it at Jack's foot, and was about to fire. At that instant Marcie made up her mind, and she took her thoughts to action as she pushed the gun wielding gangster out the window and into the night. Mina sat in the truck impatiently waiting for Marcie's signal, It had been a while since Skinner went up to his place, but it was long enough for the invisible woman to prick him with the damn syringe and he'd be out. What the hell was taking her so long?
She thought about how ironic it was that an invisible woman had gone to capture a thief who was the descendant of an Invisible thief. She also wondered if any of the team could be trusted, and if any of the team could trust her. They were an odd bunch no doubt, much like her first league… All of a sudden she heard a loud thud and the roof of the truck crashed down on her... She was injured but was able to get out and she healed in a matter of seconds. She looked at the roof and saw the dead body of a man holding a gun in his had. She caught the sounds of a struggle upstairs, so she broke into a flock of bats and flew to Skinner's open window. She saw Jack trading punches with one man while one lay on the ground, and two others were fighting a pair of flying frying pans that were pounding on both of them on their own.
Jack was fighting the leader of the five. He ducked a blow and went for a punch of his own when his opponent managed to brutally throw him off into the bathroom. As he flew in the air he wondered what was going on. one of the gangsters had jumped out of the window for no reason, his frying pans seemed to have gained the ability to attack people, and there now was a red-headed woman that came through the window. It was not an ordinary night.
Jack's head slammed into the tiles, and he heard his adversary speak as he came in, "I don't know what kind of freak are you, but you'll be dieing soon..." "I beg to differ," said Jack, as reached for behind the sink, with a swift motion knocked the man into the filled tub. He threw in an electric shock device that he had produced from behind the sink and activated it.
He stumbled out the bathroom as the sound of electrocution was heard and the smell of burning flesh fumed the atmosphere. He saw the two that were attacked by frying pans gain control as they disposed of both, but their celebration did not last as Mina grabbed one and threw him upwards. He collided with the ceiling, and broke his neck as he came down. The other went to attack her, but she grabbed him and sunk a pair of fangs into his neck for a couple of moments before dropping him down and wiping the blood of her chin with her sleeve.
Skinner walked over to Mina, attempting to inquire on who she was. "Who the 'ell ar- AAAAAA!" Jack was not able to finish his question as the fifth gangster –who was knocked out after Marcie pushed the first out the window and before Mina came in- pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Jack in the arm. Jack collapsed and took Mina down with him. Attempting to avenge his partners deaths, the gangster aimed his gun for a second shot at Jack, right below the shoulder blade; but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a gun flew out the jacket of the gangster who was bit by Mina and a bullet was fired that caught the gangster in his forehead, killing him instantly.
Minutes Later........
Jack took a swig of Cognac with his right as he groaned with Mina treating his wounded left Arm. "Don't be such a baby, it's just a scratch." "A scratch hurts as much as any other gunshot wound, you just aren't fortunate enough to die or pass out." said the British all-around-criminal.
Jack had learned quit a bit about his unusual guests. He learned that the gorgeous lady tending to his bleeding flesh was a blood sucking fiend -which was disturbing-, and that the person that was responsible for an apple floating and being chewed on by the air was, in fact, an invisible American female spy. "There, good as new." said Mina. Jack got up and waved his arm around a bit to get the feel back in, he then picked a sweater out of the pile of clothes on the chair and put it on and then kneeled down to peal the hooded jacket off the corpse of the gangster Marcie shot. He put it on as well and headed to the door, after picking up a strange looking tool off the stove.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Marcie. "Hell, eventually. But right now I'm looking to leave the country." answered Jack. "Not till we have a word with you. You owe us that," said Mina. "I don't owe no one a damn thing. I'm glad you helped me, but I pretty much could have handled them cretins just fine." "How?" "I'm a resourceful bloke." said Jack as he got out the door. "If he walks, I walk." said Marcie as she passed Mina on her way out. "Don't threaten me." said Mina abruptly. Both women then walked out to catch up with Jack, they found him outside trying to open a car door using the strange tool. "Mr. Skinner, we have come all the way from Chicago looking for your help," said Mina. "You're a vampire and she's see-through. Whatever heist you're looking to pull off I'm sure you can do it on your own," said Jack. "There is no heist." said Marcie. "Why are you here then?" "That will require you to listen to us for a few minutes." said Mina. "Alright, the next pack of people who want to kill me aren't due for another hour, I guess I can spare you a couple of minutes."
Mina then explained the situation to Jack, and explained the whole concept of the League, it being a group of agents and civilians with uncanny abilities that work to maintain world peace.
"We want you to lend us your abilities and expertise to help us on this mission," said Marcie. "You watch too may movies about theifs with harts of gold, Why would I do something so cliché as helping you?" said Jack. "Think of it as your patriotic Duty." said Mina. "You seem to be mistaking me for me Father, Rodney Skinner the 3rd: The double 0 agent of MI5; or Capt. Rodney Skinner Jr.: War hero of WWII. Or Perhaps Rodney Skinner the First: I don't really know what he did, but I hear it's bugging heroically patriotic…" "Rodney Skinner, a patriot? I think not," scoffed Mina. "What?" asked Jack as he was confused by the remark. "Long story, I'll explain it later." "Whatever. My point is that I'm not any of those, I'm Jack Skinner: First Skinner in four generations not to give a damn about her bloody majesty. I live for myself and the moment; so you see Miss. Murray, I don't find myself compelled to do anything to help you." "Well, there is the notion that if you don't join us we'll turn you in for the Interpol, or maybe the Coreloni Family1 in New York, or would prefer to be turned in to the Musad?" "That's a very good point, however I don't find myself motivated enough," "What do you want? Money?" "Money? Just 'cause I'm a thief doesn't mean I'm of a greedy nature." "Then what is it?" asked Marcie. "I know how to vanish, and seeing as how you were able to catch up with me, your League might be able to find someone for me." "Splendid! Join us and we'll get the location of your 'someone' and hand it over to you in record time." "Great," said Jack with a smirk, he then opened the door of the car he was trying to open and ushered them to hop in. 1 The Corleoni Family is the Mobster Family from Mario Puzo's The Godfather, which was made in a classic movie trilogy .