Speakeasy

By Serpentsrose

Disclaimer: Dude so don't own anything. Wish I did. All South Park characters and place names belong to Matt Stone and Tray parker. And Comedy Central. Got to give power to the big boss.

A/N: Sorry about the wait but, I've been so caught up in school and woke I find it hard to find time to sleep let alone write anything. Luckily I managed to write most of this in my Antro. Class during a movie. Got to love movies. Thanks to all those who read my stuff. Let me know if it get confusing. And I'll try my best to clear it up enjoy~

Chapter 3 The Raid (Saturday) morning~

Cartman leans back hiding himself in the shadows as he watches the last minute preparations on tonight's planned raid. Cartman had woken up this morning with a headache. The few hours of sleep that he had managed were broken and taunt with nightmares that he couldn't remember upon waking. Signing he closes his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose trying to block out the sound that was going on around him.

A cup of coffee was shoved under his nose, breaking him from his self imposed isolation. Cartman finds himself inhaling the scent taking he cup from a pair of shaking hands. "He.. Here you go, sir"

Tweek Tweak, he was young, new to the system, though not to the town. He grew up in South Park, and Cartman had chosen him personally to be on tonight's raid. He had a wide eyed deer in the headlights look, and with his consent shaking and twitching it had been an uphill battle to get him on the team. But, in the end Cartman had won. He always won.

Cartman takes a sip of coffee with a nod to Tweek and steps out of the shadows. Motioning for Tweek to follow him he makes this way to the table, were they were arguing the last minute details. He places his hands on either side of the map and stares around the room until all the attentions was one him, and Tweek who was twitching nervously behind him. "Okay everybody this is what where going to do." Gesturing to the map he points out several locations. " The exits are here… here and here" He points to each location. "I want a three man group at each, ready to make arrests." He nods to the pacific team leaders. "You all should know what to do." Once they nod back he continues, " Mr. Tweak and I, shall go in the front door and flush them out like rabbits right into your hands."

Cartman stands up and paces the room the officers hung on his every word. After all when it comes to raiding speakeasies, Cartman was god. " Now this won't be easy, some of you may very well die. We don't know how many will be in there or how many of those are armed." Cartman stops pacing and with a quick half turn faces his audience. "Just remember," He starts off soft growing more intense as he cares on, "no matter what happens. What they can do isn't half of what I shall do if you fail." he smiles, "Understand?" There was nodding all around, and Cartman's smile grows. "Then lets get them."

Later that evening 9ish

They where a crossed the street from the speakeasy, tonight's target. Looking up and down the street you would never thing it was there. Walk right by it without a second glances, but Cartman knew better.

He turns and motions to Tweek who tightened his hand on his gun. His body slowly stilling as he stares at the building in front of him. This is why Cartman argued so long to get him on the team. He was Cartman's secret weapon. Normally twitchy and nervous, no one ever suspected that went you places a gun in his hand he would be come such a calm, untouchable force. It was like a switch was hit, he flips from one extreme to the other in a matter of seconds. Both of them being useful to Cartman.

With a simple hand signal he motions that it was time and they both slowly make their way to the front door of the speakeasy. Everything was in full swing and hopefully they would get the greatest number of people. Calmly walking to the front door he opens it letting Tweek go in before him, shooting holes into the ceiling. People scream and duck for cover and Cartman calls out, " Hands up this is the polices." which of course hand the opposite effect as people made mad scrambles to the exits into the arms of the waiting polices. " It's a trap." was heard as more shouting came from the exits. Cartman smiles, he loves his job.

Once everyone was captured Cartman leaned back against the now abandoned bar, watching as his offices poured the alcohol down the drain. Tweek had returned to his normal twitchy self and was drinking a cup of coffee which he had raided from the back storage. His gun lain in front of him as he watches the alcohol being poured down the drain.

Cartman snorted as he look into his own cup. That was another thing that was good about Tweek he never had to make his own coffee anymore. He turns his eyes onto the reemits of the speakeasy, the knocked over chairs and broken tables. Surprisingly that had gone rather well with only minimum injuries. None of them being to his team, he smirks to himself, he was the best for a reason. There were only a few left until he had completed his cleansing of the city. He will be successful.

His smirk turned causing him to frown over his coffee cup the steam warming his face. There was only one problem, Kylie Broflovski. Cartman turns it over in his head. He had warned her last night of the raid. That was dangerous, if she had told… His eyes glance around as he continues to think it over. The thing is, she didn't. She could have, that's what Cartman would of done if the positions where reversed. 'Right? But, she didn't… Did that mean he could trust her? ' Cartman ponders some more. It was going to be another sleepless night he could tell. 'Oh, well' he things to himself, 'At least I can make Tweek make me coffee.'