"I can't believe we spent all day in there." Chase moaned as the door to the station closed behind them.
"Come on, it was only three hours. We still have all afternoon to do stuff before we have to leave for the airport." Ricky reminded his friends.
"Yeah sure, okay," Jack added with a weird kind of fake enthusiasm. "Why don't we like, go get some food or something, I'm fuckin' hungry."
"Here, here," Chase said, holding his stomach. "Let's get some Cluckin' Bell!"
Ricky raised an eyebrow "Really? We've come all this way and you guys just want to eat fried chicken?"
Jack shrugged "Why not?"He asked innocently.
"B-because we can get fried chicken in England. What happened to having a cultural experience?"
Chase giggled. "What, here? in Murica'? Fuck that, we came to get drunk, band chicks and snort coke. And we did all of the above. That my friend was a cultural experience is I ever had one."
"In other words," Jack added, "We are going to Cluckin' Bell!" He threw a fist in the air and pottered off to the side of the road where he called for a taxi.
Ricky exhaled deeply through his nostrils, "Fine, fuckin' fine! Let's get chicken."
Chase started to clap sarcastically. "Good job, buddy. We knew you could do it!" He smirked.
'Oh shut up you speccy cunt." Ricky said waving him off. chase giggled as they both joined Jack at the kerb.
The three of them ate at the nearest Cluckin' Bell restaurant. Sharing a large bucket a chicken amongst the three of them. "They weren't fuckin' kidding when they said a large bucket of chicken where they," Ricky noted.
Chase laughed, face full of chicken, lips coated with grease. "Nope." He said muffledly through pieces of chicken between his teeth.
"You think we can finish this?" Ricky asked lifting one eyebrow as he inspected the bucket, bewildered by its size.
"I will!" Jack added, he was working on two drum sticks at once, one in each hand. Taking bites out of each of them. the two other boys didn't seem surprised.
"Well, that's a given." Ricky teased, poking at Jacks' stomach. He was much pudgier than the other two.
"Oi! get off it!" he said shoving Ricky's hand off him with a frown. Chase laughed.
"See, it's good innit?" Chase asked, "You can't tell me you regret eating a huge bucket full of good ol' American chickens?"
Ricky wiped the grease off his face with the sleeve of his shirt. "When you put it like that I feel more disturbed than anything else."
Jack began to laugh, but the sound was cut off by the sound of a loud smash. It rippled through the store, every customer and staff member alike froze in their place. Silence filled the air for a brief moment, everyone was waiting for an explanation as to what happened. And they got one.
Three masked men ran in with assault rifles, one screamed at the crowd to get on the floor. They all obeyed. 'Jesus, why are they doing this in the middle of the fuckin' day?' Ricky thought to himself as the two men started to empty the cash registers into bags while the other man stood to watch at the door.
The men didn't leave right after they emptied everything, rather they stood around and waited for the police to show up. 'Aw shit. They're holding us hostage.' Ricky thought. 'This can't be fucking happening I have a plane to catch in twelve hours.' When the police did show up, the criminals made it very clear what their intentions were. They opened up the doors so the police, as well as the NOOSE and the FIB and whoever else, was there could hear what was going on.
"Alright everyone, you're all probably very worried about what is going on. Listen carefully, this is happening because my boys and I are quite frankly sick of working for this city and getting nothing in return. So we are all going to stay here until we get what we want. Every hour we don't get it,"
The man speaking shoots a young woman in the back of the head. Screams erupted from the hostages but nobody dared move.
"Every time the NOOSE guys try anything funny," He shot an elderly gentleman next. "And finally, whenever I get bored or agitated,"
He shot the young man at the cash register. Sobbing and terrified whimpering could be heard all around.
"Is that understood? Wonderful, so let's all sit pretty any wait for what happenes next." The other two criminals than closed the doors to the resturant, trapping everyone inside.
It'd been another four hours. Six more people had been shot at that time. Two women, both young. Three men, one elderly, two middel aged. And another person that Ricky couldn't see. He hadn't shot any children so I guess that counted for something? 'Wait, is that Stockholm syndrome? Fuck!'
Everyone was waiting quietly for something to happen. Then finally help came. An entire team of NOOSE guys had broken down the doors and open fire into the restaurant. Chase and Jack made a run for the door, they got out okay. Ricky decided to hide behind a table until the gunfire had stopped. The NOOSE guys injured six people and had killed four. The three attackers and another person who got in the way of gunfire when he had tried to run for the door.
Ricky had gotten out okay. He had been shot in the foot by accident but other than that he was fine. He didn't hear anything for a while. The fire brigade had shown up and they were putting out a fire caused by the rapid gunfire. Ricky couldn't see through all the smoke, he coughed twice before crawling out from under his table.
"There's another one!" he heard someone yell. Footsteps came closer, he couldn't see whose they were through the smog.
"Hello?" He coughed. A fireman lifted him up off the ground, this startled him greatly.
"It's okay, buddy. we're taking you to the hospital. You're safe now." The man said as Ricky was slung over his shoulder. The man ran out of the store. Ricky tried to adjust his eyes to the sun outside but it was very bright. His body was put on a stretcher and put in the back of the ambulance. Ricky stared up at the sky as the ambulance drove off.
'This is just fucking fantastic.' He thought he didn't even have a moment to think about where Jack and Chas were right now, and if they would come back for him. He was in too much shock to think anything.