Chapter 8: What Would Jack Redson Do?

I got back to my aunt's apartment, fixed myself a bowl of hot ramen, went to my computer and continued on my story. Jiraiya walked in behind me and started to read where I left off. In this part...Jack had his hands on a 12 gauge pump action shotgun, and needed to rescue one of his comrades "The Leader" from a local group of radical terrorists in South America. I pictured Jiraiya as Jack Redson wearing a bandana with two hawk feathers pinned to it. He also wore a pair of sunglasses. I paused to slurp down a fork full of ramen. "Eating while you're writing? Just don't make a mess." I set the bowl down, and continued, Jiraiya continued to read. I then wrote... "As I raised my shotgun to shoot the door, the rest of the crew was ready for any radicals, 'Stay low and wait for my signal' I said to the other waiting anxiously. I shot the door lock and kicked the door in. Then I shot two of the terrorists and one shot me in my left shoulder." I had stopped for a few seconds to re-gather my thoughts. Jiraiya asked me, "Which story is this?"

I turned to him and said, "This is my third one, the other two are already done." I minimized the third story and opened the first two. Jiraiya looked through them and really got reading into it. "Do you mind if I could translate and publish these stories for you?" I didn't have a care in the world, "No, by all means go ahead. Just remember, I get credit for the stories." Jiraiya smirked and said, "I'm not going to plagiarize your stories. I think people need to know who the real author of the Jack Redson stories are." I wrote the password for my computer account on a piece of paper and handed it to Jiraiya. "That's for access to my account. My name should always be on there after you boot it up." He took the paper and read it. "So this is your password?" He asked, "Yes it is, feel free to use it to translate my first two stories." I replied as I finished off my bowl of ramen, took it to the kitchen, ran some water into it and cleaned it out. I got back to my computer and continued writing, "I dropped to the floor hard and one of them ran up to take out the one who shot me, 'Are you all right Jack?' One of my comrades asked seeing me hold my shoulder, 'Yeah, it went in and out.' I said as I got up I pulled out a hand grenade, pulled the pin, '2,3,4,5!' I counted before I tossed the grenade, closed the door and barricading it with my body. The grenade explodes as I opened the door, 'Lets go! Move! Move! Move!' The rest of the team went in with me behind. I heard some of the radicals speaking Portuguese. I noticed as I heard it, It was like the time I was almost killed by the Taliban of Afghanistan. They were going to kill the leader, but not if the whole crew had anything to say about it. I whipped out a combat knife and my side arm. I shot the cameraman and the speech giver. and knifed the executioner. The rest of the team took out the rest of the terrorists and I cut the leader free of the ropes he had on. 'You alright, Boss?' the leader, David Callahan AKA Joe Smith said 'Yeah Jack, I'm fine.

Thanks for busting me out of there.' This is just a way of paying Joe back for that tight squeeze I had from that Taliban execution. 'Now were even.' I said as I started to light a cigarette." I paused as another man's voice interrupted. "Excuse me, Are you Roman Rideout?" I turned around and it was Leonardo DiCaprio. "Mr. DiCaprio, What can I do for you?" I asked the celebrity as I shook his hand. "Your aunt, told me about the sixth don of this mafia and we wanted to do a movie about him. And you also wrote a book about him. Do you have a copy?" I cracked a small smile and said, "I have the draft of the book on my computer. C'mere, I'll pull it up for you." I saved and closed my Jack Redson story, and pulled up the sixth don's story. The sixth's story was based on information from the three now two apprentices of his.

My Uncle Jeff was one of them. God rest his soul. "So this is the story of the famous sixth don of the infamous Sinner Mafia?" I scratched the back of my head and said, "What do you think? Is it good or not good at all?" Leonardo replied with this saying, "I was wondering, could you could play your uncle?" I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I had to take care of other situations first. Like killing Madara Uchiha and all his lackeys. "When does the filming begin? Because I got things to do." Mr. DiCaprio said, "We still have a good eight to nine months to stat filming we need budgets and the script needs to be written. Also find suitable characters." So I had to put my foot in the door, "Alright, I'll do it. For my late Uncle Jeff Rideout." Mr. DiCaprio and I shook hands on our little deal. "You write other stories too? Because if you do, I'd like to read them sometime." I told him, "Ever heard of the Jack Redson chronicles?" He nodded his head, "I've read one of them. It's a really good story." I smiled and said, "Between you and me, Those stories are based on my adventures as a mercenary. You see, I'm Jack Redson. I was working on my third book when you arrived." He turned and walked out, before he left... he said to me, "It was really nice talking to you. I'll let your aunt know you'll be playing your late uncle." I reopened my Jack Redson story, and continued writing. Later that night, some idiot walked in wearing a ski mask with an aluminum baseball bat tries to rob me of the stuff in the apartment. I pull out my gun and shot the idiot in his leg. "Uuugh." he groaned in pain. "That was a warning, next one's going in your head." He limped up the stairs knowing he hasn't learned his lesson. He swings the bat at me connects with my skull I shot him in his right eye and had a mild concussion. But it wasn't my first concussion, it was my seventh. The first happened in high school, my chair breaks and I hit the back of my head on the floor hard that it put me into my first concussion. The second was a concussion test, where they whack you with a giant paddle and knock you out. I passed after that. Third was in a bar when a big guy punches me in the face after hitting on his girl. I was so pissed off after that go round. Fourth was due to idiocy. I tried to jump start a car and got jolted and hit my head against a tree. The fifth was from not paying any attention. I walked right into a solid glass door and hit my head against the railing The sixth was caused by two small falling 2x4 and hitting the top of my skull. And this is my seventh. When I came around, my aunt was standing above me, "You do know that if you're going to sleep, you have a bed." I rubbed my forehead and replied, "I wasn't sleeping, I was having a concussion."

I moved my hand away and she saw a red mark from the blunt object that caused me to have that concussion. We went into the kitchen and she gives me an ice bag as I put it on my forehead. "How are you feeling?" asked aunt Mikoto, "Beside having a spinning head, I'm doing fine." I said as I removed the ice bag from my forehead. Later that night, after having almost all of my third story done, I shut my computer down and went to bed. I had a memory for a dream, and this sparked the perfect ending. I had an enemy trying to make me give up. This was based out of Jiraiya's story, "Tales Of A Gusty Shinobi." This was a tactic I used, I had a 12 gauge pump action Remington shotgun with one shell left. "Great, one shot left. I gotta make this one count." My opponent was in my midst as he says, "You're low on ammo and you have nowhere left to run. Just give up and I'll let you walk away with you're life." I wasn't planning on giving up or surrendering. I tossed out a flashbang grenade to confuse the opponent. when the effects wore off, he goes after a shadow clone. "What the?! A doppelganger?" I tapped him on the shoulder and told him, "Give up trying to make me surrender." I shot him with the shotgun, but he was mortally wounded. The opponent looked up at me, I pointed my automatic single shot pistol at him. "You're really good, What you're name?"

I looked down and said to him, "The name I was given is..." That is when I woke up and went down to my computer and rebooted it up. Jiraiya walks in and sees me typing. "You're up early, what are you doing on the computer?" I turned around and said to him, "I had a memory of how to end my third book." I wrote the following: "As I had one shot in my 12 gauge, the enemy was one man who wants to either kill me or capture me as if he was a bounty hunter. I tossed out a flash grenade to conceal myself from my opponent and had a shadow clone of myself to take my place. My opponent wasn't sure that wasn't me or where I was as the effects of the flashbang wore off. He reached over then my clone disappeared. 'What The?! A doppelganger? Where are you hiding?' I was right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. 'You should give up on trying to make me surrender to you.' I discharged my shotgun and mortally wounded my opponent. I then pulled out my pistol and pointed it at him 'You're very good, what's you're name?' I looked down at him and said to him, 'The name I was given is...'" and then I ended my third story with a cliffhanger. Jiraiya was reading over my shoulder, "That was a cool ending. Are you going to do another one?" I turned to him and I replied, "Yes I'm doing two more. I planned on dedicating this one to the memory of Naruto." I tried holding my tears back but it was too much to bear.