An American Crime Saga: Part Three
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Chapter Eight:
"I heard some noise Greg. What was going on?" Detective West awoke when Officer Wade reentered their motel room.
"Nothing, just some lost couple trying to find their way." Wade answered.
"Lost couple? And this lost couple is just going to go around waking up all of the other guests?"
"Look, I have no control over who does and doesn't have good manners! They needed help so I helped 'em!" Wade was getting overly defensive. That was a mistake, as Detective West was skilled in detecting a liar.
"Let me tell you a story, Greg." West began.
"Oh no, no more of your crap!" Greg Wade began backing up to the door.
"Once upon a time, there was this boy, this peasant boy. Well one day, that boy ran around the mid-evil town to find a job to do. Finally, he ran into this large, serious, knight in shining armor." West began.
"Uh hu…" Wade was listening, but more so concentrating on his hand moving toward the doorknob. He had to make a run for it.
"Well the knight has had a long day of slaying dragons and evil wizards and what-not, so he licks his lips. 'I am hungry!', the knight roars. Well the boy sees his opportunity and says, 'I can go and get you apples from the apple tree, noble knight.'" West continued.
"Yeah…" Wade still moved his hand to the doorknob, slowly.
"Well, the knight accepts and the boy runs and brings him back some apples. The knight is happy with this boy, so he assigns him that noble task every day. Eventually, the boy sits by the tree and yawns, 'I'm so hungry!'. Well the boy looks up and sees the apples. He decides to eat some of the apples he'd been assigned to bring to the knight!"
"Okay…" Wade kept moving.
"Now, each week the boy arrived with less and less apples, so the knight got suspicious. Finally, he goes to the boy and asks, 'What has been happening to all my apples?'. Well the boy, with a fearful look on his face, says, 'Well, this starving couple ran by and told me they needed food. I needed to help them so I did!'. Two seconds later, the boy was dead. You know why the knight killed the boy, Greg?" West finished his grim story.
"I.. I.. I.. don't know." Wade was so close, but felt he was still too far away.
"That fearful look on the boys face. Any well trained man can recognize a liar when they see one, and that's what the knight saw. A no good liar. Now I look at you, and I realize that I ain't too different from the knight!" West reached for his pistol. Wade had to go now!
Officer Wade pulled open the door and ran with all he had, but it wasn't enough. West was a bad man, but sure knew how to use his gun. It only took one shot. West inspected the body and pulled out his cell phone.
"This better be good, it's 2:00 in the god damn morning!" the boss exclaimed, as though just waking up.
"Depends on what you mean by 'good', sir. I've just found my officers down, gunshots in each. Looks like Jimmy caught me at a blank spot. Anyway, I think I'm hot on his trail, and I'll call back later." West made it short and to the point. He quickly ran to the front desk.
"Excuse me ma'am, but have there been any strange occurrences recently?" West said.
"Que?" the lady asked.
"Son of a…!" West, angered at the lack of understanding, removed his shotgun from his holster and shot the lady in the chest. He looked for any onlookers, and made one last call to his boss.
"Boss, I'm gonna need a god damn translator down here, too." West finally walked back to his room to get dressed and wait. He had to go to Montoya's soon. As soon as he got his translator.
Meanwhile, Jimmy and the others had stopped by another hotel to change and moved on.
"How long until we get there?" Cindy whined, jokingly.
"Should only be about fifteen more minutes. When we get there, I'm gonna introduce myself and explain the story to him. He'll help any enemy of Salvador's. He too hates Castillo." Sheen explained.
"So he'll help me take him down?" Jimmy asked.
"He'll give you guns, secrets, training, all kinds of things, but he won't leave his house. He's a very conservative and mysterious man. And don't anger him, or you won't live to use his teachings."
"How do you know all this, Sheen? Did you train with him?" Cindy asked.
"No, but a lot of other commanding members of the gang have. I was supposed to go, but never got around to it." Sheen answered. Jimmy was still a bit frightened by this Montoya man.
"So you'll do all the talking, and I'll do all the training. By the way, does he speak English?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, he's fluent in Spanish and English."
"And what about money? We don't have much if anything to pay him with!" Cindy had a good point.
"When he learns our cause, he'll volunteer to help us for free. I know it." Sheen was confident. Did Montoya truly hate the Castillo family that much? Jimmy doubted that he'd just train him and supply him with weaponry for free. A man has to make a profit, right?!
The three's car pulled into the driveway of a huge house. It was almost, but not quite, the size of Castillo's luxury home. It was painted purple and had vines and plants hanging from the sides.
"You guys stay here, I'll go talk to him." Sheen stepped out of the driver's seat and walked up the long path to the front door. Sheen knocked on it as hard as he could to be sure that Montoya could hear it inside the huge place. The door opened rather quickly, and a man stuck his head out.
"Hello?" the man said.
"We're here to see an Armando Montoya." Sheen told the man.
"I'll go get him. Come on in." The man opened the door wider and let Sheen inside.
"Mr. Montoya! There's a man here to see you!" The man called out. He appeared to be a butler of some sort to Montoya.
It was about a minute until another man walked down the nearby spiral staircase. He was of what appeared to be Cuban decent. He had a long, black beard hanging from his nose to chest. He dressed in a black suit. It wasn't too fancy, nor was it ugly. His bald head reflected the rising sun. He looked mean. So serious.
"What's your business here?" Armando Montoya spoke with a deep, menacing voice. Sheen gulped. Armando was more frightening that even he had imagined.
"I.. I come to you from the United States. You see, I am a member of the Red Cats, like you once were, but I am a rebel from its leader, Salvador Castillo III. I come to you with a friend. This friend has been on the run from not only Salvador, but the police and the mafia for days. He is without a weapon or training. We were hoping you would help by training him with the use of a gun." Sheen explained fearfully.
"Sounds like he is in quite some trouble, but I will help him for the proper price. How does $20, 000." Montoya replied.
"Well, sir, that's the thing. He and I are without much money. We were wondering if you could perhaps train him anyways… without the money." Sheen hesitated, fearing the man's response.
"What makes you think I'd accept that? I have bills to pay." Montoya didn't change the expression on his face or in his voice for an instant.
"Because we were planning to use the training to take down Castillo and therefore end the Castillo family that you've hated all of your life." Sheen replied.
"End the Castillo family? You're trying to take out that monster of a stain on the planet Earth with my training? Sounds very tempting… show me the one who needs training." Montoya showed an expression change. The expression appeared to be consideration.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Sheen turned and walked back to the car.
"What happened?" Jimmy asked his friend.
"He wants to see you, but I think he's gonna accept the offer. Just follow me." Sheen replied, grabbing Jimmy's arm and pulling him out of the car eagerly. The two walked back up to the door and walked in. Jimmy feasted his eyes upon the man he'd so eagerly been waiting to see. It was almost what he'd expected, minus the beard.
"H..Hello, sir. I'm Jimmy Neutron. I seek training from you." Jimmy said in fright and awe of the man.
"If you want my help, you must never stutter out of fright again. You stuttered when you said hello, showing me that you're afraid of me. If your enemy knows you're afraid of them, they'll take advantage of your fear. Understand?" Montoya explained in a tough, serious tone. This man knew what he was doing, Jimmy knew.
"O..Oka, I mean okay sir." Jimmy quickly corrected himself.
"What guns can you handle, boy?" Montoya asked.
"I can barely handle a pistol. That's it." Jimmy replied, embarrassed.
"A pistol? We'll have a lot of work to do, Jimmy. By the time you leave this house again, you'll know how to use five types of pistols, a sniper rifle, seven types of machine guns, grenades of all shapes and sizes, many knives, and a normal rifle. You'll also learn how to strangle and disarm a man, learn the art of martial arts, and how to diffuse bombs and land mines. Are you truly prepared for the journey ahead of you?"
"Yes, I'm ready." Jimmy answered. Really, he didn't feel he was.
"Okay, I'll train your friend. It will take about three months." Montoya turned to Sheen.
"Only three months for all of that?" Sheen asked, astonished.
"We sleep two hours a night when I'm in a good mood, spend fifteen minutes a day eating for breakfast, lunch, and dinner combined, and work the rest of the time. Basically, we'll accomplish in three months what most couldn't do in three years."
Jimmy gulped in fear. Barely any sleep or food?! How could he even train under those conditions? He was having second thoughts.
"Alright, Jimbo. I'm off. I'll come see you in a month or two with Cindy, okay?" Sheen turned to his pal.
"You aren't staying around?" Jimmy looked sad.
"Sorry, but I've got a rat to find back in Retroville. It was god to see you again, man." Sheen explained, sticking out his hand.
"It was nice to see you too, Sheen." Jimmy shook his friend's hand and turned to his new trainer, "May I go say goodbye to my wife, sir?"
"If you must, but don't take long. We'll get started when you return." Montoya answered. Jimmy was half expecting for Montoya to refuse.
Jimmy walked outside with Sheen and turned to his wife.
"Looks like this is goodbye for now…" Jimmy said.
"Looks like it… well it was good to see you again." Cindy said.
"Sheen said that you guys will come and visit in a month or so." Jimmy told her.
"Then I'll see you then…" Cindy replied.
The couple looked each other in the eyes before embracing and sharing a long kiss. Sheen got into the driver's seat and waved to Jimmy as he pulled out with Cindy in the back seat. Jimmy waved back and watched the car until it was out of sight. He turned back to the house, where Montoya stood in the doorway.
It was going to be a long three months.
So… How was it? Chapter nine is coming soon, so be patient. By the way, there will be about one or two more chapters in part three before I go on to part four. I might also do my war story "Why We Fight" before part four, so enjoy that. Anyways, REVIEW!!! and goodbye.
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