VIPER-CHAPTER 3

SIDEWINDER

He sat at the bar of Club My,Oh My. The room was empty, the stripper polls, vacant. Other than a man playing pool, the bartender, Budd, 'The Boss', and a stripper named Rocket, the once swinging biker/strip club was now just another building in the desert with a neon sign. Budd took his hat off the bar, put it on his head, and lit a cigarette. The tune of Camptown Races rang out of his pants. Budd dug around in his pockets for his cell phone and then put it to his head.

"Hello," Budd said, swinging the seat away from the bar.

"Budd, it's been a while," A familiar voice spoke on the other end.

Budd smirked, "Indeed it has, big brother,"

"I wish I could call you under happier circumstances,"

"Yeah, I know, but you never do,"

"O-Ren and Vernita came up dead over the last couple weeks. So you might want to keep an eye out,"

"Dang it, and here I was thinking you can put me back to work,"

"I'm being serious Budd. We think it might be Killer 7,"

"Really?" Budd asked, intrigued, "Well then, the government must really want to get their mitts on you,"

"It's not me I'm worried about Budd..."

"HEY!" a man wearing an unbuttoned 70's style vest and an upper lip covered in cocaine yelled at Budd, "I'm not paying you to chat on the telephone!" Larry violently sniffled and wiped his nose. "Now I've got some buisness in my office to attend to, and when I get back you'd better be off that fucking phone, and take off the goddamn hat!" He walked back into his office and slammed the door.

"Listen big brother, I've got to go,"

"Budd, you don't have to live like this anymore,"

CLICK

Budd shut his phone and put it away, returning to the bar.

Garcian Smith walked across a parking lot. There were only four cars and a motorcycle outside. He walked past the motorcycle.

"Hey man, I never thought I'd see you in a place like this." Garcian turned around and saw a transparent figure with white hair, a hollow, soulless look, and a t-shirt that read SULTRY, sitting on the bike. The figure spoke in a raspy, jumbled voice. "Straight up, this guy's sick, and mad dangerous too. Back in the day, he was one of the most feared names in organized crime. Rumor says, he gets off on burring people alive, and hacking their ears off. That's some pretty sick shit. The thief and him would probably get along well."

Garcian nodded and headed towards the door.

&$#MYOHMY!-\

Showdown at Club MY OH MY

Asignment 36

Eliminate Budd

A man walked in. He was hispanic, with slick jet black hair. He wore an open shirt with palm trees on it over a plain white undershirt.

COYOTE SMITH

He walked up to the bar and sat a seat away from Budd.

"Give me a beer,"

The bartender eyed him suspiciously, "You got money?" Coyote threw a fifty dollar bill on the bar. The bartender saw the money and changed his mood quickly. "Sorry about the inconvenience, your beer'll be right up."

Coyote sat, head down looking at the bar. He looked to Budd. "Mind if I bum a smoke?"

Budd slid the pack over to him, "Help yourself," Coyote shook loose a cigarette and lit it.

"So, where's the talent?"

Budd smirked "The girls are..." he looked his boss's office, where he could hear grunts, moans, and the sound of a squeaking mattress, "...indisposed at the moment." The bartender placed Coyote's drink in front of him. "So, what brings you around these parts?"

Coyote took a hit of the cigarette and a gulp of his beer. "I'm here for a funeral,"

"A funeral, anyone I'd know?"

Coyote looked Budd directly in the eye. Quickly, without averting his gaze, he whipped out a large revolver and shot the bartender between the eyes.

"Killer 7, I presume?"

"Yeah,"

Budd took another hit off his cigarette, "I don't give two shits about the squad, or the girls, but I won't let you kill my brother."

"WHAT THE HELL!" Coyote put a bullet in Larry's forehead just as he poked his head through the door.

"Where do you want to do this?"

Coyote watched the girls panic and scurry out of the bar. "I don't care," he said coldly. Suddenly, Budd dove behind the counter, Coyote quickly took cover behind a nearby catwalk. Budd fired a blind shot from a shotgun hidden under the bar. The shot just barely missed Coyote, instead hitting a stripper pole, scattering buckshot across the room.

"You're dead, amigo!" Coyote yelled from behind the stage.

Budd cocked the shotgun, "That makes two of us then, don't it?"

Coyote took a deep breath, "The eagle takes off,"

Budd's head bobbed up from the bar, "What'd you say?"

Coyote bent his legs, and jumped towards the bar, about 7 feet away. Budd watched the superhuman feat with amazement, dropping his guard.

The Eagle has landed.

Coyote stood behind the bar, aiming his revolver at Budd, who was on the ground in front of him.

"Game over," Coyote pulled back the hammer when suddenly Budd fired at a canister next to Coyote. The blast from the explosion knocked Coyote backwards, his head violently hitting the bar, before falling limp to the ground. Coyote Smith blacked out.

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