Chapter 10:New York Blues.
PART I: The Setup
Fozzie, Charlie, edged out to the side of the roof. The never thought they would be here. It all started when they got a call from a local drug baron, Rupert "White Baron" Bear, in return for a couple of favors they would be on their way to sweet Aulstralia. Their first job, kill a rouge, named Nanny. Fozzie objected, but here they were, they sat on top of the building across the street from Nanny's work place. Podgy, Rupert's right hand pig, sat in the helicopter, getting ready for escape. It was showtime. They saw Nanny come out of Tyrone's Strip Joint, Nanny's old stomping grounds. Fozzie, a tear in his eye, lined up Nanny's figure in the crosshairs of his sniper rifle. BANG! Seconds later the figure of Carl "Nanny" Atwoski, the famous baby kidnapper and rapist fell limp on the pavement. The copter took off in advance, so they climbed up a latter to get there.
"We did your mothefucking bear, give us tickets to Aulstralia NOW!," Fozzie screamed. "Yeah," cracked Charlie's voice, his estrogen levels surely peaking by now. "One last job. One last job," said Rupert.
The Loading Bay.
Charlie hopped into a black van, this seemed too familiar. Fozzie rode shotgun. They were to deliever the shipment to a warehouse down on the docks. They drove down there. The cops soon noticed the black van as a stolen vehicle, and began pursuit, by using crazy tactics they narrowly escaped. They found the warehouse. Charlie slid open a large black door. No lights. They loaded up a shipment of televison sets onto a large cart, rolled them inside a bit, and then turned around to shut the large door. Once they were in the middle they heard the clang of the door being locked, from the inside. The lights flipped on. Around 50 of Salvatore's men stood in the building, each brandishing their own weapons, the long list included, AKs, 45s, Nines, and RPGs. They poised for attack.
Fozzie ducked to miss a round of bullets and screamed, "THIS WAS A MOTHERFUCKING SETUP!" Charlie never lost his cool. "I planned on this one Fozzie." Charlie unlocked the door, and ran up the stairs, the same ones him and Louis had climbed so long ago. Fozzie followed. Charlie's quick thinking had stunned the gangsters, as well as let the hoards of police in that were chasing them from before. Charlie slid down the same vent in the warehouse into the water. "Come on Fozzie!" he screamed. "No, way man, I'll absorb to much!" "You have the right to remain..," a voice trailed off. The Man had Fozzie.
Charlie swam, somehow flailing his way into the coast. He grabbed a nearby bike. "City jail. Small time, this won't take long. And besides, that bust reduced Salvatore's army substantially. That motherfucker'll PAY! And I can't forget that son of a bitch Rupert. They'll both pay."
2 hours later, at the county jail.
Fozzie had finally found peace. He was starting to realize the cruelties of the outside. He lay back on his cot, which was then blasted across the room. "Fozzie, I'm here to save ya, let's ride!" said Charlie, who stood at a newly blown hole in the wall, a rocket launcher in hand. "Here take this," he said tossing Fozzie a Flamethrower. "Fine...," Fozzie sighed as he torched the prision and hopped on the motorcycle with Charlie, the motorcycle that he bought with 1 and a half hours of whoring himself out to the guys down at the pool hall.
Fozzie and Charlie rode up to Rupert's Crack Emporium, they stood outside for a long time before they busted in. "DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!" they said this in unison. They had spent some of the time outside practicing. They pumped various animals full of lead. They climbed 65 floors of madness. At floor 64. Things got difficult. A drunken, haggard Podgy lurched out of the shadows with a revolver. "DIE YOU BASTARDS!" he screamed as he pumped Fozzie's small body full of lead. Fozzie flew back and hit the wall. Charlie was enraged, he pulled out an AK-47, and shot Podgy once in the head, his skull cracked, and brains splattered onto Charlie's clothes, he then shot Podgy's body, which was already dead, but he was emotional, and it was his period, so he did it anyway, and blood splattered everywhere. The room was almost completly red, but there was traces of pink brains and a brown stained large intestine. Charlie kneeled down next to Fozzie, and held his body in his arms. "Buddy, you are ok right?! RIGHT!?" "Not this time," he paused to cough up blood "Go get em' tiger" Fozzie slumped backwards. Charlie lay him down in the center of the room. "It's time you white motherfucker", Charlie climbed the stairs to the 65th floor. The floor where his destiny awaited.
PART II:The 65th Floor
Rupert sat in his chair, various wildlife hunting magazines spread out on his table. He was satisfied. His men were taking this town, he helped Salvatore take out that skinny white boy motherfucker, and now it was time, for him to take Salvatore's men out. "I knew you'd come," said Rupert, just as Charlie entered. "It's through!" said Charlie. "I'm not gonna take it anymore." "TOO BAD YOU MOTHERFUCKING, MOTHERFUCKING, MOTHER, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!." Rupert roared as he pulled a pistol and quickly sprung out of his chair, placing the gun against Charlie's forehead. "IT'S OVER COCKSUCKER!, IT'S OVER!!, THIS IS MY MOTHERFUCKING TOWN, THESE ARE MY MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES! I OWN IT, ME, YOU MIGHT TAKE OUT MY MEN HERE, BUT I HAVE THE UNTAPPED ZOO IN CENTRAL PARK...YOU DIRTY, HUMAN, MOTHER......," Rupert was cut short. Suddenly his head was gone. The remnants of blood and brains splattered against the wall. "WHAT THE !?" said Charlie. The small figure of Fozzie stood in the doorway, he had shot Rupert's head off with a shotgun. "I'm alive...I should be dead. But we got a call man. A phone call, we gotta help this guy out, it's Doug. He's in Bluffington, it's not to far, let's go." "How'd you survive."
Fozzie said nothing. "Come on Charlie, let's go!" Charlie did not question this. Last time he questioned it, he got Fozzie's dick down his throat. They went up the roof and climbed into the helicopter, and started the jounrey toward Bluffington.
To Be Continued In Kangaroo Jack 2, Chapter 11