A/N: Well once again this story will be extended for the ideas stormin' through my brain right now is BANANAS! So there will be two more chapters after this one…well here we go with Chapter 3 now renamed This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race…
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BESIDES THE PLOT AND THE COMPUTER IN WHICH I'M TYPING THIS STORY FROM.
Chapter 3: This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race...
"Turn left at Wuncler Avenue." Jazmine instructed as she studied the beacon on the screen. The gang currently were packed into Huey's car and the heat or tension between Riley and Caesar wasn't making it a pleasant trip for the driver and passenger in the front of the car. Huey just nodded his head and made the turn onto the designated street. Bobbing and weaving through the traffic, he continued to listen the bickering of his younger brother and best friend.
"Riley, I don't even know why you came." Caesar chuckled like a newborn baby playing with a rattle. "I mean, these niggas already pistol-whipped the taste outta ya mouth. Do you really think yo big ass mouth can handle anymore?"
"Nigga hush." Riley spat back. "I hope they pull out a burner on you, then I wanna see how you react."
"Hmm…according to the beacon it's stationery at the-" Jazmine tried to pinpoint the location. Using the hi-technology she locked onto the location and zoomed in courtesy of Google Earth and got a better visual. "The gas station off of Huntley Avenue and Woodcrest Boulevard."
"That's like five minutes from here." Huey said as he switched lanes frantically. As he switched lanes again he took a glance at his rearview mirror and noticed his two backseat riders giving each other poisonous looks.
"If you either of you two lay a finger on each other, ya'll can walk to the gas station. I ain't gonna have this ol' bullshit in my car over some white girl!" Huey's heartless tone echoed back towards all the passengers. "Do you two understand, Kobe and OJ?"
"Yes." they muttered like kindergartens getting a lecture from the teacher on playing fair.
"Good."
"So Huey…" Riley tried to change the subject. "How we gonna rescue Cindy against these gun-wielding niggas?"
"Stealth."
"Stealth? Nah fuck that…we gotta go in guns blazin'!" Riley then pull out a M9 pistol.
"Where the hell did you get that from?" Huey made a sharp turn causing Riley to drop the small firearm.
"Ed left it ova at da crib yesterday!" Riley retrieved the gun with his left, while holding the newly formed bump on his forehead with his right. Huey just smirked into the mirror so Riley could mutter obscenities under his breath.
"Man put that away…" Caesar eyed the pistol. "You look like you're a little trigger happy."
"Oh don't worry I ain't gonna shoot ya…anytime soon." Riley snickered.
Huey made another sharp turn causing the two teens in the backseat to bump heads. Due to the thickest of both their skulls, the collision caused them to be knocked out for the ten count. Jazmine giggled at the sight, but regaining her serious composure as she noticed that they were now in front of the gas station.
"Okay Huey, I guess it's just me and you."
"Yep…"
"So what should I do?"
"Stay in the car, if things get hectic, call 911." Huey then leaned over and kiss Jazmine on the forehead.
Her cheeks instantly became red and her heart began to skip numerous beats. The young revolutionary then gave her a final salute and hopped out of the car and took cover behind a gas tank.
Meanwhile inside of the gas station…
Ed Wuncler III slowly wiped the drool from his mouth. He had finally woke up from the fatal blow from the butt of someone's Desert Eagle. The green eyed ex-solider scanned his surroundings before realizing he was at the gas station off of Huntley Avenue and Woodcrest Boulevard. To his left was a couple of empty magazines from what appearing to be a AK-74u. He silently cursed as he looked to the right and saw Cindy's cell phone laying on the ground.
"Where's the broad at?" he tried to get up only to realized he was hog-tied courtesy of Aladdin and his goons. "Shit, I'm stuck."
"Can you keep the goddamn noise down?!" a familiar voice shouted. Ed looked in the direction of the voice to see his best friend tied up as well.
"Rummy!" Ed wiggled frantically trying to get loose from the rope. "What happened to dat ho?"
"Aladdin has her." Rummy sighed. "They snatched her up, took our van and got the fuck up outta here!"
"Oh that's wack…that means they have our weapons too." Ed sucked his teeth.
"It's cool." Rummy grinned. "We've still got tons of arms back at yo house. It's time we put a end to those terrorist mofos once and for all!"
"Finally!" Ed grinned back. "I was waitin' fo you to say that nigga!"
While the two friends were talking about plans of revenge, little did they know another person was in the room. Being quick and nimble, Huey did a quick roll and got behind a pillar. He quickly withdrew his nunchucks and scanned for Cindy. All he could see however was just Ed and Rummy laughing about killing someone or something. Feeling safe, Huey ran out his hiding spot and charged for the two tied men. Using his strength, Huey ripped the ropes off of Ed. The redhead smiled as he was finally freed from the ropes, however his smile flipped upside down as Huey grabbed Ed by the collar and threw him into a nearby shelf of chips.
"Where's Cindy?" he asked slowly.
"We…don't…know." Ed's green eyes trembled in fear. Ed always had a feeling one day Huey would kick his ass for all the stupid things he encouraged Riley to do. Basically without a gun, Ed is a punk.
"Bullshit, you're the ones that nabbed her." he used his elbow to stab Ed right in the midsection.
"I've…have…no…idea whatcha talkin…bout." Ed wheezed. Not satisfied with the answer he got, he then delivered another elbow into the weakened midsection.
"Riley told me the assailant had green eyes."
"Nigga, you act like I'm the only person wit green eyes in Woodcrest! HELLO THIS IS WOODCREST AKA WHITE HAVEN!"
"But how many 'white people' are dumb enough to leave their wallet at the scene of the crime?" Huey flashed the leather wallet with "EW3" encrusted in diamonds on the front.
"You stupid motherfucker…" Rummy shook his head in shame at his partner's dumb mistake. "You always fuckin' shit up for us, Ed!"
"Oh shut the hell up, Mr. 'I want to rob a gas station that's owned by Aladdin Hussein and his terrorist employees!'"
Huey just dropped Ed and let out a deep sigh. Ed then ran over to Rummy and untied him. Without even saying a word Rummy pulled out Desert Eagle and aimed at Huey. A evil smirk crept around his twisted face as he took the gun off of safety.
"So whatcha gonna do now?"
"This." Huey then did a cartwheel causing Rummy to lose his cool and pull the trigger. Two bullets instantly escaped from the Desert Eagle and soared through the air. Missing with first two shots, he decided to shoot frantically in hopes of hitting the afro-headed boy wonder. Huey just continue to dodge the bullets gracefully using a combination of rolls, cartwheels and flips.
"Hold still!" Rummy yelled.
Having enough of playing defense, the eldest Freeman brother decided to flip the script and go attack. The bullets continued to fly from the barrel of the stainless steel becoming less accuracy by the second. Finally running of out bullets, Rummy quickly pulled out a magazine and jammed back into the gun and locked it back into place. However by the time the task was done, Huey was airborne with his right foot extended out…
KA-POW!
The force of Huey's foot caused the blonde corn-rowed wigger to fly through numerous shelves before finally busting the glass from the freezer doors. Ed just in shock as he just saw possibly the most lopsided victory of his life. Gin Rummy, an expert gunman, defeated by an eighteen year old simply wielding nunchucks.
"So, since Ed couldn't answer this maybe you can…" Huey turned his back to the two. "Where's Cindy?"
"Shit if we know…" Rummy spat, trying to get up. Before he could completely stand up, Huey did a back flip and landed behind Gin Rummy. Once he was behind his target, Huey grabbed Rummy and put him into a sleeper hold.
"Oh shit…I tap out!" Rummy screamed as he felt his breath being cut short.
"Just tell me where this Aladdin guy is at." Huey applied more pressure. Rummy's vanilla skin was becoming similar to a blueberry as Huey tightened the grip fiercely.
"Alright! They took her to his warehouse down by the docks!" Rummy coughed.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Huey pushed Rummy away as he began to head for the exit.
"Wait, Afro!" Rummy shouted. "You gonna need help fighting his goons."
"That's why I have Riley and Caesar."
"Those niggas ain't gonna be able to do anything without some guns." Ed butted in. "Even you might need a piece, ninja."
"Ed's right, Aladdin has some of the most deadly arms known to the world and for you and your homies to go in their unarmed would be like committing suicide. Except you know…someone is helping and you're not directly killin' yo self!"
"Plus we know the layout and it's the least we can do since we originally kidnapped the broad." Ed smiled.
"Yes, thanks to you two Cindy's in serious trouble now." Huey sighed. "Now come on and show me the location of Aladdin's warehouse."
"Ight Huey, but first take us to my crib. We need to get strapped from head to toe, my nigga!" Ed stuck his hands in his pocket and followed behind Huey.
"Oh so you two just gonna leave me?" Rummy cried, still on the ground trying to regain full breathing control. The two figures continued to proceed for the only exit. "Well fuck ya'll two!"
Outside…
"Huey!" Jazmine busted through the passenger's door to hug her boyfriend. "I missed you!"
"I was only gone for five minutes."
"Still that's a long time…so where' Cindy?" Jazmine looked for her blonde best friend. The only people she saw was Ed and Rummy. "What are they doing here?"
"To make a long story short…Ed and Rummy were the ones that originally kidnapped Cindy. However for some reason they came here and that's when they met up with their enemy Aladdin Hussein."
"Wasn't he the terrorist that use to own this gas station like eight years ago? That's when we were on terror alert orange, ORANGE!" she cried.
"Jazmine! Not all people from the Middle East are terrorists!" Huey grabbed her by the shoulders. "Now as I was saying, Aladdin then took advantage of holding the first female basketball player of the NBA hostage."
"Yea he's the ransom note here." Rummy took the piece of paper out of his pocket. Sounding like a third grader, Gin Rummy slowly read the note.
Dear Police or anyone who cares,
We have Cindy down by the docks. If you want her alive and in good condition, send 10,000,000 to us by 12AM tonight or else we will turn her into swish cheese.
"Well we gonna get back what's ours!" Ed raised his fist up. Huey and Jazmine eyes' turned into slits at the comment of Cindy being 'his.' "Uh…I mean we gonna save Cindy!" Ed corrected himself.
At Ed Wuncler's Manor (Ed's Room)…
"Alright little scrubs, welcome to my room." Ed greeted the four teenagers. The room was pretty simple. It had a bed, a dresser and a mini fridge and four walls filled with light machine guns, submachine guns, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, some RPGs, pistols, frag grenades, smoke grenades, flash grenades and stun grenades. Simple, right? Well for a maniac like Ed Wuncler III at least.
"This isn't a tour. Just give us the weapons already." Huey shoved Ed out of the way.
"Word word." Ed followed.
Jazmine, who out all of the three never had been to Wuncler Manor was shocked. The household looked like something off of a movie. She absorbed all of the riches around her and visualed her future with Huey. As she continued to daydream about living in a house like this with Huey, Rummy shoved a firearm into the mulatto's chest. The force of the metal popped her dream bubble instantly. She looked down and saw that Gin Rummy handed her a fully loaded weapon.
"W-what's this?" Jazmine asked in a shock voice.
"WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE BITCH? IT'S A GODDAMN GUN!" Rummy yelled. Huey who was standing than ten feet away cracked his knuckles loud enough so Rummy could hear it. The ex-soldier's arrogant tone was reversed to a scared tone as he cracked a fake smile at Jazmine.
"I mean this is a G36c assault rifle." he then politely took the gun from her and began to demonstrate the proper uses. "This gun is equipped with a Red Dot Sight which means basically when you have an enemy in your sights, look through this scope and shoot at the target while they are in the red dot."
"Shoot?" her big emerald eyes started to become glassy. Jazmine was always about preserving life and keeping peace in the already troubled world. Could she really shoot someone and injury, even worse kill a man? Then again this man had her best friend hostage…
"Yep, these bullets have no friends or enemies." he then handed the gun back to her.
"Sorry Mr. Rummy, but I can't do this."
"What? You just gonna turn yo back on your country?!"
"No…I mean but I can't kill!" her voice began to become higher pitch with every word.
"Hmm…" Rummy rubbed his chin. "Well I guess you can just do-"
"Damn Rummy!" Ed handed Jazmine a small black case. "You forgot we had this?"
Jazmine opened the black box and studied the contents inside of it. She picked one up and eyed it like it was a rare diamond.
"Bullets?"
"No no no." Ed grinned. "These are stun bullets."
"Oh yea, the good ole stun bullets. These works like regular bullets except they don't penetrate. Once these suckas hit ya they send an electric shock through your body that 9.9 out of 10 times will stun ya." Rummy explained.
"Oh really?" the pure innocence dripped off of her tongue as she asked the simple question. "I suppose I can use these."
Ed then handed the mulatto a pair of tan combat boots, a white tank top, peach body armor, some black gloves, baggy khaki cargo pants.
"You know for some criminal masterminds, you've got some great fashion taste." Jazmine cooed.
"Thank you. Thank you very much." Ed smiled.
"Now that we've got Nappy Roots suited up, let's go to Afro." Rummy then looked through the library of guns that were stored in Ed's walls. He carefully scanned through every class of gun. He looked through the assault rifles, light machine guns, snipers but his eyes stopped on the shotguns and his eyes lit up like the lights in Las Vegas.
"Ight I think I found your weapon." Rummy dismounted the shotgun from its spot on the wall and handed down to Huey. "The Remington 870 combat shotgun, homes!"
Huey studied the weapon carefully. A small smirk appeared on his face as he pointed at an imaginary target.
"I'm glad you like. Here you gonna need this two…" Rummy then handed Huey some body armor, long sleeved black sweatshirt, black cargo pants and black combat boots. "I also had yours designed so you can wield that sword of yours.
"Katana." Huey corrected.
"Same difference, the shit can still slice n' dice a couple of terrorists into mince meat!"
"I'll go change."
"Word, now for you Esco." Rummy looked up and down the wall looking for a piece for the Number 1 Timid Deer representative. "Okay, this one is screamin' ESCO! ESCO!"
Riley was lost in thought. He was still trying to get the whole story straight. His two best friends kidnapped his love interest. To make the matters worse now one of the most dangerous men in the country now has taken her hostage and has done God knows what to his sweetness. Actions had to be taken immediately before it was too late.
"Riley!" Rummy yelled across the room, in hopes of catching the younger Freeman brother's attention.
"What nigga?" Riley hissed like a snake. He still wasn't happy with Ed and Rummy's choice to use Cindy for world domination.
"Catch!" Rummy chucked a black and gray camouflage submachine gun towards Riley. Young Reezy gracefully caught the firearm and felt the rage flowing through his veins.
"Oh snap!" Riley's inner child burst out. "Is this a MP5?"
"Yessur, with a silencer." Rummy smiled. He then handed Riley a black ski mask, green night vision goggles, a black and gray camouflage body armor, black short sleeved shirt, black cargo pants and black combat boots. "And with this silencer on it, your shots won't ring out as long, but your range will be reduced a little bit."
"Oh well it's all good. I don't need range anyway since I'm gonna like run up in dat bit' like Rambo! Murkin' niggas left and right!"
"Actually I think we should take this nice and slow. The silencer will reduce the sound, thus making it hard for them to hear your shots. The last thing we need to do is get into combat with these trained killers." Huey acknowledged Riley. The others nodded in agreement.
"Nah we can't go nice and slow. If we do they gots mah boo, Cindy!" the youngest Freeman spoke in an unfamiliar tone. The volume of his voice showed that this whole incident was tearing him apart bit by bit.
"First off, she ain't yo boo! Cindy needs a man her age. Second off-" Caesar's speech was cut short as Rummy shoved a light machine gun into his chest. The force from the firearm caused the Brooklyn native to fall onto the ground. Young Reezy started to snicker like Muttley (A/N: I've been watching Wacky Races a lot lately. Muttley is the coolest green dog EVAR!!1) but he was cut short courtesy of Huey's elbow to the stomach.
"The gun I've chosen for you is very special to me. It's the gun I used to shoot Aladdin back while Ed and myself were fighting in the War on Terror. The Ruchnoy Pulemyot Degtyaryova gun.
"The who and what, huh?" Caesar asked dumbfounded by the name of his new firearm.
"The Ruchnoy Pulemyot Degtyaryova gun." Rummy repeated slowly.
"What?"
"Nigga just called it the RPD." Ed yelled from the other side of the room.
"Yea well the RPD is a light machine gun from Russia with a good range. I'm sure some guards will be on watchtowers and the rooftops down by the docks. This is another gun equipped with the Red Dot Sight attachment and it also has a pistol grip on it."
"A pistol grip?"
"Yea homes, so this was your steady your shot so you can use one bullet for one kill." Rummy grinned. After his short explanation, he handed Caesar some gear. His gear consisted of red and black camouflage baggy cargo pants, long sleeved black sweatshirt, red body armor and black combat boots.
"Now dat the youngins' armed to the teeth, shall we Ed?" Rummy beamed as he revealed a hidden switch on the wall. He pressed the red button which called the wall full of arms to do a half revolution to reveal a brand new wall. This wall was full of golden arms that shined exquisite through the big windows. The teenagers excluding Huey felt their jaws hit the floor at the glare the 24K was causing.
"Now I think this situation has caused us to go out there and show them who they fuckin' wit!" Rummy dismounted an golden assault rifle from the wall. "The M4 Carbine has done me wonders durin' mah glory days."
"Yea I really wish you would take that ACOG scope off though, you know it be fuckin' ya aim up." Ed placed an unlit blunt into his mouth.
"And I really wish yo bitch ass would mind yo business!" Rummy retorted back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out…a lighter. He then tossed it effortless to his partner as he caught it to lit up his reliever.
"Whatever, dawg." Ed chuckled. The redhead then walked up to walk after he took a long draft from the blunt. Letting out a small cough, he took down a rifle similar to Rummy's.
"Ah…the M16A4. Good choice mah nig." Rummy patted his comrade on the back.
"Yep, with a M203 grenade launcher attachment!" Ed corrected. "Even though I'm stuck using this goddamn iron sight. Good thing I gots 20/20 vision, my nigga!"
"We is gonna have so much fun!" Ed used the ACOG scope to look at Jazmine's exposed cleavage. "Damn the Dubois chick is BUSTY as a motherf-" Rummy stopped at mid sentence as he felt the cold blade of Huey's katana touching the back of his neck.
"Focus, Gin." Huey voice matched the temperature of his blade.
"Okay now they we all armed, let's get everyone some side arms, three frags, three flash bangs and two claymores." Ed began to hand everyone the other accessories needed for their mission.
One hour later…
The seven hopped out of Rummy's black Lincoln Navigator as they looked forward. Right off the bat they noticed the two watch towers occupied with a sniper at each tower. After the watch towers they then saw a couple of guards camping (staying in one place) on the rooftops.
"Okay I got a UAV that's ready to be set online." Ed whispered to the group.
"What the blue hell? This ain't the Marines!" Riley yelled, whose mouth was interested covered by Huey.
"Shut it or you'll blow our cover." he hissed viciously.
"Yes, with Ed being so rich…he actually got a UAV for us." Rummy got into a prone position. He closed his left eye and looked through his ACOG scope with his right. Seeing one of the snipers head aligned with the red dot in the center of his scope he gently placed his finger on the trigger.
"I'm not so sure if I want to do this, Huey." Jazmine cried as she clung onto Huey's arm.
"Don't worry." Huey rubbed Jazmine's back. "Stay with me and you'll be okay."
Suddenly a shot rang out as Rummy squeezed the trigger to his rifle and watched it soar through the nighttime sky like a bird. The bullet finally arrived to its destination as it went straight through the sniper's head causing him to collapse like a rag doll.
"Tango down. Move in guys." Rummy commanded as everyone began to sprint towards the warehouse.
The mission has finally began with Rummy's M4 Carbine dropping one of the snipers. Now that the gang has the necessary tools, will they be able to put a end to Aladdin's goons and save Cindy? Find out in Chapter 4: Warehouse Warfare
A/N: Well this chapter was longer than expected. I did tons of research on the guns I chose and if you wanna know how any of those weapons look please refer to Wikipedia (another thing I don't own) for some better visuals. But if you took time to read this, why don't you take a little more time and let ya boy know how he did…Chapter 4 will be coming sooner or later….BOONDOCKS FANFICTION UP ALL DAY!