A/N: Yep I'm baaaaaaaaaack…so without further due here's Chapter 2...eh yea I kinda changed the name and plot of this chapter, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Even though I know it could have been much much better…tryin to get my groove back, bare with me. More updates are comin' including two new one-shots...so be on the LOOKOUT. Last but not least, I didn't really have time to proofread, so excuse any mistakes but I don't think there are really that many, if any at all.
Disclaimer: This fine material known as The Boondocks belongs to a gentleman named Aaron McGruder, not TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT.
One more A/N: I do not think ALL Arabs/people from the Middle East are terrorists. I'm just using this comedic purposes, as Aaron M. did in Episode 5 of The Boondocks.
Chapter 2: Another Heist?
"I can't believe I let you talk me into walking to the recreational center." a young African-American teenager growled to a female counterpart to his left.
"Oh c'mon, you know the gas prices are too high to drive!" the figure to left defended their grounds back. She then placed her index finger inside of the boy's most notable feature.
"Jazmine." he warned as she began to twirl her finger through his nappy roots. The young woman just giggled and wrapped her arms around his muscular neck.
"It's too hot for this." he gently pushed her back.
"Good, because you're stinky anyway, Huey!" Jazmine giggled feverishly. Huey just let out a sigh and continued to walk at a quick pace.
The sun continued to shine its hot rays on the two teens. Finally feeling like he was going to melt, Huey took off his red t-shirt. This instantly caught Jazmine's attention and caused her face to become the same color as his shirt.
"You know this isn't the first time you've seen my bare chest."
"But it's so SHINY!" her voice hit a high note on the word 'shiny'.
Huey gave her a small smile and wrapping his arm around her waist. The fabric of her pink tanktop merged with his bare dark skin.
"And I thought it was too hot for this?" Jazmine grinned, enjoying every minute of Huey showing his soft side.
"It was until I realized how beautiful you are when you blush." he then stopped walking and looked into her eyes. Jazmine's emerald eyes locked onto Huey's almond eyes in a heartbeat. As the magnetism brought their lips closer, the vibration on Huey's hip destroyed the romantic scene.
"Shit…" Huey mumbled. "Better be important."
"What's wrong?" Jazmine pouted.
"Someone is callin' me." Huey then pulled the phone from out of the protective case and answered. "Hello?"
"Huey…" the voice coughed violently. "Come to da rec!"
"Riley, what's wrong?"
"Just get the hell ova here nigga!" he screamed.
"Alright alright alright! Jazmine and myself are on the way!" Huey then snapped his phone shut.
"Was that Riley?" she asked in a whisper. She really hated when Huey raised his voice, even if he wasn't directly talking to her.
"Uh huh." he then kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry I raised my voice, I just had to match back with Riley's tone. You know…show him who's older?"
"Sure hun." she cooed. "But what was he saying?"
"He said we need to get the rec center, ASAP."
Ten minutes later…
Huey and Jazmine were shocked at the scene before them. They saw the two doors laying on the floor, some bullet caps, a couple of bullet holes decorated on the walls, the empty content from the smoke grenades and last but not least they saw Riley sprawled out on the floor. Huey walked over to his younger brother's side. Riley tried to flash a smile and hide his physical and emotion pain. Right about now, Riley wanted to kill the two guys that kidnapped his love interest. One good shot to ribcage with a shotgun would do some good justice.
"What the hell happened?" Huey arched his eyebrow.
"Two niggas came up in here and they nabbed Cindy!" Riley squeezed his eyes shut.
"Huh?" Jazmine squeaked. "And what did you do to stop them?"
"Aye guh!" Riley growled. "I did all I could, but they pistol whipped mah ass!"
"Did you get a visual of their faces?" Huey then picked up a empty clip and began to examine it.
"Nah…but dat bitch dat p-whipped me had green eyes."
'Green eyes.' Huey thought to himself. His eyes continued to scan the abandoned clip for clues.
"We've got to rescue her!" Jazmine's voice tried to boom with bravery.
"Um, Mariah how da fuck are we gonna find Cindy?" the corn-rowed Freeman brother asked.
"I dunno." she looked down, trying to find an answer.
"Doesn't Cindy have a cell phone?" Huey tossed the clip to the side.
"Who don't these days nigga?"
"Then we can use the chip inside of her phone to track her down." he then flipped out his cell phone and dialed the seven digits that belonged to his best friend, Michael Caesar.
"C'mon we headin back home." Huey then placed his ear to the phone as it began ringing.
"Yo!" the jolly voice of Michael Caesar flowed through the phone.
"Sup man?" Huey greeted back.
"I'm okay. Just doin' some freestyles…how bout you, Big Hue?"
"Well to make a long story short, Cindy got kidnapped by two gun-wielding assailants and now I need you to go to my house and boot up my computer."
The other side of the line was silent. All that could be heard was Caesar breathing heavily.
"How?" Caesar asked in total disbelief.
"They just came and raid the facility."
"Wasn't anyone there?"
"All the employees and security were hogtied and Riley got pistol whipped."
"Riley was there?" Caesar's voice became venomous. "And he couldn't protect her?"
"I'm pretty sure if they didn't have all those weapons he could handle his own, Cee. Riley did the best he could man…"
"Whateva nigga, just meet me at yo crib."
Huey slowly shut his phone and placed his forehead into his palm. Jazmine came behind him and gently massaged his shoulders.
"What's wrong, honeybun?" Jazmine kissed the back of Huey's neck.
"Caesar is trippin…" Huey sighed.
"Dat nigga just hatin' cuz he know Cindy is on DEEZ NUTZ!" Riley grabbed his 'family jewels' with pride to prove his point.
Jazmine covered her eyes and turned around in disgust while Huey just his younger brother a swift backhand to the face.
30 minutes later at The Freeman Residence…
Four teenagers sat inside of Huey's room trying to trace the whereabouts of the beloved Fearsome Cindy McPhearson. The rapid fire clicks and clacks from Huey's desktop keyboard kept the room from being completely silent.
"Riley, I can't believe yo ass…you let them take her!" Caesar automatically accused Riley.
"Nigga, I got p-whipped!" Riley barked. "I tried mah best to protect her…"
"Something told me to go to the rec and be with her today." every word he said caused his dreads bounced to show his anger.
"First of all, you ain't her man. Second off you ain't her daddy and last but not least if you woulda came you wouldn't have done SHIT!"
"She ain't yours either!" Caesar grinned.
"Yet…" Riley muttered.
"Oh whatever mane, you too young for her…" Caesar laughed.
"You need to shut the fuck up wit yo bright ass shirt…" Riley muttered. Caesar just smiled as he brushed off his pink, white, and black striped Polo shirt with pride.
"See I knew Gangstalicious had an effect on you that would last forever…"
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
"If you two don't stop arguing there won't be no Cindy for either of you. Right now we just need to stick together and find MY best friend, capiche?" Jazmine asked roughly.
"Alright, no need to have a bf…forreal." Riley lifted his hands up in defeat.
"OK I GOT A BEACON ON CINDY'S LOCATION!" Huey announced as everyone gathered around the computer monitor. "And it's still movin…"
Meanwhile in Ed's Getaway Van…
"Ow my head…" Cindy moaned. She looked around to scan her surroundings and came to conclusion that she was in back of a van. The Blonde Bomber tried to move but instantly discovered she was hog-tied.
'Why am I hog-tied?' Cindy thought to herself. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she was kidnapped. 'I hope Riley is doin' okay at least…'
Cindy snapped out of her thoughts as she looked up and noticed two familiar figures in the driver and passengers' seat of the van.
"Good mornin' bitch!" Ed greeted Cindy as he turn around from his driving position.
"Ed?" Cindy's jaw nearly dropped. "And Rummy?" she asked with a big "?" above her head.
"In the flesh, little lady!" Rummy chuckled.
"You two actually did something right?"
"Shuddup trick!" Ed snapped.
"ED KEEP YO GODDAMN EYES ON THE GODDAMN ROAD!" Rummy yelled as he quickly took control of the steering wheel.
"My bad." Ed apologized and took control of the driving again.
"But yes we did finally do something right." Rummy smiled.
"What exactly do you guys want with me though?"
"Nothin' really…just tons of paperstacks and recognition for be the illiest villains." Rummy cackled.
"So we gonna need yo address." Ed commanded.
"Why the hell would I tell you mah motherfu-" she was interrupted by Rummy's pistol being jammed into her mouth.
"Now let's try this again…we need yo address." Rummy repeated Ed's command.
"333 South Simpleton Boulevard." she cried.
"Cool. Now Ed you have the ransom note ready?"
"Yep it's right here." Ed handed the note tied to a brick to his partner.
Ed programmed the coordinates into the GPS built into the van's dashboard. A map of Woodcrest appeared on the screen and highlighted the exact route to Cindy's house.
Back At The Freeman Residence…
The four studied the movements of the circle representing Cindy. Out of all four, Riley was focused on the movements the most. He was really worried for Cindy. If anything bad happened to her he felt it would be all his fault.
"Okay she is traveling northeast at forty five miles per hour. It seems like they're heading towards Woodcrest Hills." Huey continued to track the route.
"Aight them let's go intercept it!" Riley and Caesar chanted in unison.
"Well that's gonna be hard cuz they might switch course and I can't bring my whole desktop with us." Huey sighed.
"Can't you download it to my laptop?" Jazmine asked innocently.
"Maybe but I don't know if I should put a government based program onto your precious notebook computer." Huey teased. "They might find the program on your computer once they find out you and your mom are downloading Usher songs."
"We pay for those!."
"Not according to Tom…" he snickered.
"Fine then!" Jazmine stuck her nose up. "I guess we'll have to pray we intercept the felons."
"Huey, let's use her laptop." Riley suggested.
"Ugh, I can't hack into the FBI's tracking system with a HELLO KITTY laptop!"
"Sure you can." Jazmine traced her finger along Huey's chin.
"C'mon now what's more important…the looks of some damn computer or the safety and well being of my gi-…er I mean Cindy?!"
"Okay Riley, we can use the laptop."
"YAY!" Jazmine clapped her hands in excitement.
Meanwhile Back In The Getaway Van…
"We runnin' on E man." Ed noticed the fuel gauge.
"Well let's use our thinking caps." Rummy's voice dripped with sarcasm. The voice then automatically return to its commanding tone. "STOP AND GET SOME MOTHERLOVIN' GAS!"
"Ight man…chill." Ed then stopped at a red light. While at the stoplight, Ed programmed his GPS to show him where the closest gas station was located. Ironically the next one was less than a mile away. Once the light turned green, the van made a quick right turn and headed towards its newfound destination.
"Ight Ed, I'll go get the gas…you watch Cindy." Rummy instructed as they pulled up to the gas station. As Ed lined up with a vacant gas pump, Rummy threw on his infamous black trench coat and hopped out on the passengers seat.
"Might as well rob this joint." Rummy mumbled to himself as he gripped the handle to his Desert Eagle.
Feeling alive and amplified Rummy busted through the double doors to the shop and did a quick roll as he withdrew his stainless steel. All of the customers panicked and fled the store immediately.
"GIMME ALL DA MONEY!" Rummy glanced out the double doors to see what number pump his ride was on. "Oh and put fiddy dollars on pump number nine!"
"No no no Rummy, my friend." a familiar voice rang out. "You won't win this time." the owner of the voice and the store pulled out an AK-47.
"Oh hell to the no!" Rummy took cover as the bullets came flying towards him.
"Come on boys, join the fun!" the owner yelled as three more men came out guns blazing.
"Dammit, how'd you get on the pin?" Rummy growled and tried to get a couple of shots out.
"Nope my time was up." the owner held his hand up to cause his henchmen to cease fire.
"Bad choice, my man." Rummy laughed as he reappear from his hiding spot and at fired at the three henchmen. Every shot had perfect precision as the bullet pierced them right in between the eyes.
"Oh that was dirty…but there's more where that came from." the owner whistled and three more men of Arabic descent came out and surrounded the ex-soldier.
"Okay….I give up." Rummy dropped his pistol and got on his knees.
"Good, now where's your ally, Ed Wuncler III?"
"He's out in that van, boss!" one of the new henchmen hissed.
"GO GET HIM!"
Outside…
"Damn it's takin Gin a mighty long ass time…" Ed impatiently looked the clock on the GPS. He was also tapping his fingers a long the steering wheel trying to keep himself from losing focus on the mission at hand. Becoming bored with that he looked through his rear-view mirror to look at his hair. Something caught Ed's attention from the mirror and it wasn't a strand of hair sticking up. Squinting his eyes he noticed two gunmen approaching the vehicle fast.
"Shit…all my heaters are in the back wit da broad." Ed cursed silently. "Yo Cindy!"
"What?" an annoyed Cindy asked back.
"We got some company…I'm gonna untie ya for now. Look out da rear-view."
The blonde looked out and nearly had a heart attack as she saw the two men approaching with the deadly firearms.
"Oh shit! What are we gonna do?" she panicked.
"Well since I'm about to untie yo ass, I'm gonna get you strapped wit dis Mirco-SMG and you gonna let yo trigger finger do the talkin, ight?"
"Uh…I like to shoot the rock, but I dunno about bullets."
"Bitch, do you wanna die today?" Ed got into Cindy's face.
"Nuh uh…" she gulped as Ed popped off her ropes and shoved the gun into her chest.
"C'mon now you suppose to be the toughest bitch in the USA! Do somethin' fo' yo country and turn these terrorist bastards into swish cheese!" Ed grinned as he turned the safety off of his SMG.
"O-okay…let's do this." Cindy also took her piece off of safety.
"Now listen closely, I'm gonna bust the door open and I want ya to start sprayin' on three, alright?"
"Ight."
"One…" Ed began the count.
Cindy's heart start beating like a drum solo. Her palms began wet as she steadily kept her grip on the Micro-SMG.
"Two…"
Ed and Cindy each took a deep breath and got into a crouching position to have a better shot at the two.
"Three!"
Ed kicked the door open and squeezed the trigger, Cindy did the same exact notion. However instead the sounds of rapid fire, only sound that could be heard was…
Click-click…
Cindy squeezed as hard as she could hopefully maybe at least one bullet would disperse from the barrel. All that came out was the sound of an empty clip. Ed was having the same technical difficulties.
"Ed!" Cindy screeched. "There ain't no ammo in these guns, they're fully unloaded!"
"Oops…my bad." Ed smiled goofily as the two gunmen pointed their weapons at their heads.
Back inside…
"Ha! Looks like your ally is coming to join us." the owner chuckled. The two gunmen tossed Ed and Cindy next to Rummy who was currently tied to a chair.
"Oh shit, it's Aladdin Hussein, I thought that nigga was in the pin?" Ed's jaw was currently unable to keep his mouth shut.
"Nah he got early…" Rummy said still in disbelief.
"Surprised to see me Ed? You screwed me over…now it's your turn to get screwed…" Aladdin chuckled tracing his finger along Rummy's prized Desert Eagle. Aladdin then look at the TV which happened to be showing highlights of Cindy playing basketball. He did a double take as he finally noticed who this girl really was.
"Oh well if it isn't the newest addition to the Chicago Bulls, Cindy McPhearson." Aladdin bowed.
"Um…thanks." Cindy scratched her head.
"But…" Aladdin paused. His happy face revamped into a face more evil than devil's himself. "BUT I HATE THE BULLS!"
"Oh…" she cowered in fear.
"I ALSO HATE THE FACT THAT A WOMAN IS PLAYING A MAN'S SPORT!"
"Well hey now!" Cindy's arrogance took over. "No need to hate."
"Shut up!" Aladdin growled as he cocked his pistol. "Now since these buffoons kidnapped you but are now being held captive by me, I guess I'll show them how to proper kidnap and hold someone hostage."
"Oh hell no! You ain't stealin our-" Ed's comment was cut off by the owner of gas station pistol-whipping him into a knocked out status.
"Damn Aladdin…if I wasn't tied up right now." Rummy warned.
"If you wasn't tied up, you would be dead right now." Aladdin laughed. "Now tie the girl up!"
Not wanting to become a hostage again, she got up and tried to dash out of the door. Bad choice. One of the henchmen pulled a straw from his bulletproof vest and inserted a tranquilizer dart through the tip. His cheeks became puffed as he blew with full force, making the dart resembled a torpedo whizzing through the waters. Less than three seconds later, the dart hit Cindy right in the neck. The dart felt like a hornet's stinger and caused Fearsome to yelp, but it did another thing to. It caused to get extremely tired. She took a long yawn and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Oh no, now the tides have turned. The villains are now being held hostage by their former enemy Aladdin Hussein. What will Aladdin do to the three? Can The Boondocks crew get to Cindy in time before Hussein and his men do the unthinkable? Find out in the third chapter of Let's Nab Cindy…This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race.
A/N: Sorry for the major delay, I guess I caught the disease known as WRITER'S BLOCK. Seems like all the authors on here had it as well, I found the cure though. Even though I'm still tryin to regain my composure back, I hope this was decent. Read and review and let's REVIVE BOONDOCKS FANFICTION.