Bombs Away
A/N: this is a lost chapter from Bound by Blood. It takes place between chapters 10 and 11.
Morrison hid behind Miz as much as he could. All he had been trying to do was show Hunter and Stephanie the bombs he had made, but James had come in at the wrong time. Now Hunter and Stephanie had bailed, leaving him and Miz to explain why they would leave something that could kill all of them in the house.
"Well aren't you going to say something for yourself?" James growled. He looked beyond pissed at the moment.
"Uh…I'm sorry?" Morrison said tentatively. "I wasn't planning to set them off in here you know."
"I don't care!" James replied. "What you plan and what happens never really goes hand in hand, now does it? Jesus, I know I'm crazy and shit, but I'm not crazy enough to leave bombs in my own house. You two are getting rid of them and you are getting rid them it right now!"
Miz's jaw dropped. "Me? Why do I have to help? I didn't have anything to do with this!"
Morrison saw that James's eye was twitching uncontrollably and he knew they were two seconds away from ending up on the wrong side of James's knife. "Fine! We'll get it out of here!" He quickly gathered up the bombs and made Miz follow him out of the room.
"Dude, I don't want to go anywhere with you right now," Miz protested. "You're carrying bombs! How am I supposed to know that they won't go off by accident?"
"You don't," Morrison replied. "You just need to trust the deeply rooted tree that is John Morrison. Trust that I will guide through my Palace of Wisdom and lead you safely away from the bombs I have created."
Miz frowned as he tried to decipher that. "Do you always need to talk like that?" he finally complained. "I never know what you're talking about and it makes me feel dumb."
Morrison rolled his eyes. Nobody ever seemed to know what he was talking about. Honestly, if he didn't know better, he would think that he was speaking in another language or something. "Just trust me with this okay? These things will not go off until we want it to."
"Oh, okay then," Miz put on his dorky fedora and grabbed the car keys. "But where are we going to take them? I mean, who would want them?"
"Well nobody's going to want them," Morrison said as they left the house and got in the car. "Jesus Miz, who would want one bomb, let alone several?"
"You obviously."
"I don't want one. I just like building them."
"Whatever. You know, sometimes I think Stacy's right: you are a freak."
"I'm not a freak. You're just jealous because everyone thinks you are an annoying bastard."
Miz glared at him. "Fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
They didn't talk to each other for several minutes after that. Miz just kept driving around and around, obviously not knowing where the fuck they should go. "We should blow up a building," he finally said.
Now there was an idea that Morrison could appreciate. And he knew just the place that he wanted to blow up. "Let's blow up that FBI building we've been talking about destroying."
Miz looked at him. "But how are we going to get the bomb inside the FBI building? They probably have really good security and all that stuff."
Morrison thought about it. As much as he hated to admit it, Miz had a good point. He didn't think they were going to get the explosives past security. Not unless they got creative of course. "You don't like this car a whole bunch, do you?"
"Yes I do actually," Miz snapped. "But that doesn't matter to you, does it?"
"No, not really. My plan is too good to care about what you want." Morrison pointed out towards the right. "Turn here and get to that park that's across the street from the FBI building. We'll need to find a giant rock to hold down the gas pedal."
Miz started to catch on to what Morrison wanted to do. "Dude, are you insane? You want to make my car drive itself into an FBI building and then blow up?"
"Pretty much," Morrison said with a nod.
"Dude, that's not cool! This car is my baby!"
"No it's not! Your hair is your baby."
"Oh yeah." Miz suddenly shook his head. "But that's not the point! This isn't fair! Why couldn't we have taken my car?"
"Because my car is not a piece of shit," Morrison snapped. "Now are we doing this or not?"
Miz muttered obscenities under his breath, but he did turn right and got to the park they needed to be at. While he stayed in the car, Morrison got out and found a small boulder that would be heavy enough to do what needed to be done. "Hold this," he ordered as he came back to the car. "I need to set the timer on the bombs."
"Holy fuck this is heavy," Miz muttered as he took the boulder. "I hope this fucking works dude. I'm not looking forward to what's going to happen if it doesn't."
"It'll work," Morrison said as he set the bombs to go off in about thirty seconds. He quickly backed out of the car. "Put the car in drive and get that rock on the gas pedal."
Miz did that and jumped out of the car just as it was really getting going. They ran behind the nearest tree and watched as the car crashed right into the front doors of the FBI headquarters. Just seconds later, it blew up in a fiery blaze. It nearly knocked Morrison off his feet, but he grabbed on to the tree to keep himself up. Miz wasn't so lucky, and he landed on his ass.
"Dude!" Miz yelled. "Holy shit!"
Morrison just nodded along with that statement. He couldn't agree more with it if he wanted to. "Miz my friend, I think we have a new calling in life: terrorists."
Miz thought about that for a minute before grinning. "That's awesome. Hoo rah baby!"
"Terrorists don't say hoo rah you idiot."
"They do now. Hoo rah!"
Morrison rolled his eyes. How do I put up with him? He's such an idiot. "Come on," he said with a sigh. "Let's go steal you a new car."
