Okay assuming aol and microsoft word can get along you guys and gals should
see my contribution in the revengefic series started by Slacker (ch 3).
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This is my contribution to the series of revengefics started by Slacker. Earlier chapters
can be found at http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker
While oddly enough for a fanfiction most of these characters are mine there are a few
exceptions. Most notably are the avatars of my partners in crime. Also Nemesis who
makes a brief appearance is the creation of Slacker. Thrawn who is also in there was
originally the property of the whoever owns the right on the Star Wars novels written by
Timothy Zahn although the version used in this work comes from a fanfic by Andrew
Wilson.
Warning: There are instances of graphic and extreme violence in this story if you don't
like that, or feel this is not something you wish to be exposed to please don't read.
Payment plan
by Outlaw 1
Outlaw 1 and Darth were walking down a crowded sidewalk. While normally this would
not be cause for much comment however in this case the two authors were dressed not in
there accustomed mostly black ensembles and both felt like total idiots. Outlaw 1 was
dressed in a pair of lime green jogging pants with buttons down the legs this was topped
with a wife beater white T-shirt and a gray sweatshirt tied around his waist a Nike duffle
bag hung from his hands. Darth's outfit was similar though varying in color. Blue pants
and a striped shirt if you are morbidly curious. Their faces were also disguised Darth was
sporting a goatee blond hair was hidden under a wig of curly brown hair. Outlaw 1 was
wearing a pair of sunglasses to hide his ruined right eye and had dyed his hair a dark black
to match that of most of the cities population. Needless to say most of the other
pedestrians gave the pair a few extra inches of space.
Both were nervously scanning their surroundings, as they moved with a purposeful gait.
The pair were headed to a cafe where they were to meet Slacker and Andrew another pair
of authors that were running and hiding in the sprawling metropolis.
Two weeks ago the four of them had, by various means, found themselves in an alley in
the middle of Tokyo in a universe that was not their own. Slacker, Andrew and Darth had
been rather upset by the whole event as they had only recently learned that the characters
in the stories they wrote actually existed on another plain of existence, and were very
angry. Toward dealing with that anger they had kidnapped and tortured Darth before
dropping him off. Slacker and Andrew had gotten the worst by far their very bodies had
been transformed into the likeness' of Chibi-Usa and Sailor Pluto respectively. To make
matters worse only the newly christened Chibi-Slacker had any powers to go with his new
body.
Outlaw 1 had learned of the animates existence almost a year previously and had escaped
death at the hands of an enraged Ryoga only by the grace of God and a large caliber
handgun. He had spent a year running around Florida fighting for his life and learning as
much as he could about a variety of fighting skills. So he was pretty calm about the whole
thing. Until Darth broke the bad news that snowed in Tokyo during the winter.
They had agreed to split up into two man teams to try and find a way to return to home
dimension and now it was time to meet up and share their findings.
Outlaw 1's time on the run had left him a little paranoid, which explained the duo's current
getups. He also insisted on reconnoitering the meeting place before entering into a
possible trap. The chances of this were pretty good seeing as the meeting time was half an
hour ago and the gender switched authors were nowhere to be found.
Continuing on past the meeting place Darth looked at Outlaw 1 with a concerned
expression on his face. "So what do you think happened to them, partner?" He asked.
"They are probably dead, it is a shame they were good people." "Now keep your eyes
open we don't want any surprises."
Silently they both vowed to seek vengeance for their comrades if at all possible.
Continuing on through the streets they took several random turns, covertly checking for
tails all the while. Twenty minutes passed before their worst fears were confirmed.
Idly glancing in a store window as they passed by Outlaw 1 saw a trio of men that he had
noticed the last three times he had checked his six.
"Shit" he muttered, "Darth, twenty yards back, three gaijin in cheap gray suits."
"I'm all most insulted" Darth replied "They could at least have made an effort to blend in."
"They were good enough to spot us." Outlaw 1 riposted. "Now we have to deal with
them."
Spying an alley up ahead the author's quickly ducked in and started running. Through the
maze of passageways and alley's common to Tokyo.
"So what's the plan Outlaw?"
"If they catch up with us we assume they are hostile and kill them." Outlaw 1 said as he
accelerated to a full sprint, dragging the panting Darth by the arm.
Outlaw 1 frantically searched an ambush spot as they ran through the alleys. Frequent
glances back showed that their pursuers were not only running after them but were
actually gaining on them.
Outlaw 1 got an ugly grin on his face as he thought of a way to slow down the men.
Reaching into his duffle bag he pulled out a small heavy paper bag.
As the pair made a right angle turn Outlaw 1 turned and hurled the bag at the ground in
front of the pursuer's feet. The paper immediately split scattering over a hundred ball
bearings in their path.
Shouted oaths and assorted thuds told him that he had bought a few seconds and as they
rounded another corner he pulled Darth to a halt.
"Now it's time for some payback." He growled.
*************
The one eyed biker reached into his duffel bag and removed a device that looked
remarkably similar to a happodaikarin. He handed the bomb to his partner who lit the fuse
with a Zippo lighter and hurled it around the corner.
As the fuse burned down it ignited a a small charge of home made black powder that
spread two pounds of fine flour into the alley engulfing the three charging men who once
more started cursing. Outlaw 1 had an impassive expression as he struck a match on the
wall next to him and sent it flying into cloud.
With a thunderous roar the particles of flour ignited with a burn rate that rivaled
nitroglycerine.
Calmly the two authors step out to view the results of their handiwork.
The alley was filled with smoke that smelled vaguely of baking bread.
As the two watched disbelieving two men stumbled from the smoke one slumped against
the wall apparently injured int he explosion. The other caught sight of his tormentors and
immediately charged at Outlaw 1 trying to catch him in a flying tackle.
Acting on instinct Outlaw 1 turned aside and using an Aikido technique called Sumi
Otoshi sent the gray suited figure flying ass over tea kettle into cluster of garbage cans
that had somehow remained standing through the explosion.
Outlaw 1 raised his hands into a defensive posture, and screamed in pain and rage as a
trash can lid was hurled into his face striking his nose. With this distraction his opponent
wasted no time and speared him to the ground.
They went in a biting clawing tangle with Outlaw 1 on the bottom. The angry biker pulled
his enemy closer by his hair and did his best to bite his ear off. The stranger responded
with a savage knee to the groin, using the initiative created by that move to drive a
forearm into Outlaw 1's throat and begin to choke him to death.
Darth watched in shock as the uninjured man dove for Outlaw 1 and was sent for a ride.
Feeling something bounce off his foot he looked down to see a strange looking gun that
the stranger had dropped during the exchange resting against his toes. Smiling gleefully
he grabbed the weapon and tried to quickly figure out how it worked.
He was so absorbed by his new possession that he almost missed movements of the
injured man as he fumbled an identical weapon out of jacket and tried to align it's sights on
Darth's bewigged head.
Obeying some primal instinct Darth shifted his attention to this new threat. Rising almost
on it's own his new weapon aligned perfectly with the man and Darth pulled the trigger.
Instead of discharging a bullet the pistol fired a brilliant beam of coherent light. It struck
the gray suited figure square in the center of the chest and the laser cored a hole through
his vital organs before exiting out his back and into the wall.
Darth stared in disgust at sight of the horrible burn on the man's chest, the skin was black
and cracked from the immense heat. As he watched dark blood started to ooze from the
wound.
Close to panic at this Darth turned around as he dropped the blaster pistol. Fighting his
nausea Darth looked to see his partner turning blue under the grip his opponent. Red rage
filled his mind as he charged this last tormentor tackling him like an NFL lineman and
ripping him free of Outlaw 1.
Outlaw 1 groggily looked over to see his opponent locked in desperate combat with his
partner. The mystery man seemed to be getting overwhelmed and Outlaw 1 never one for
a fair fight struggled to his feet to rejoin the fray.
Working together the two quickly subdued the man, and while Darth bound the
unconscious man with duct tape Outlaw 1 searched the alley for the third man. After
discovering he had died in the explosion his head dashed against the wall. Outlaw 1 went
to salvage any
useful equipment from the dead men.
As soon as the new gear had been secured in Outlaw 1's duffel bag they gathered up their
prisoner and hightailed it away from the scene of the fight.
*****************
The authors and their sleeping prisoner had made it back out to main street by the time the
emergency personnel started to arrive.
"Damn we can't carry this guy out there someone will stop." Darth said as he peered at the
gathering crowd down the street from an alley where the men had sought shelter.
Outlaw 1 observed the street beyond the alley and smiled at what he saw. "Don't worry,"
he said, "I have a plan."
"Oh no, I hate it when you say that." Darth responded.
Don't worry you don't have to do anything except watch this guy." Outlaw 1 said kicking
their captive lightly to make his point. "But first let's get out of these disguises."
Quickly divesting themselves of the urban wear the to reveal jeans under there jogging
pants and pulling black T-shirts from Outlaw 1's duffel bag the contents of which was
transferred to a backpack.
Outlaw one put his shade into a pocket and removed a ladies make up compact. Quickly
he applied make up to the puckered area of his destroyed right eye making it look as
though he had a large shiner and that the eye had swelled shut.
Appearance altered the one-eyed author stepped out onto the street slouching as much as
possible to conceal his height.
Walking along the street toward the bulk of the commotion he paid attention to the cars
parked along the street.
Finally finding the one he wanted he opened the door and started the car with the key
thoughtfully left in the ignition by a man who had hurried to gawk at the grisly scene left
behind in the alley by the explosion.
"Thanks chum, I'll bring it back with a full tank." Outlaw 1 quipped as he pulled away
from the curb.
Pulling up next to the alley Outlaw 1 jumped out and helped an astonished Darth load the
captive into the car. Fortunately most of the people nearby were more interested in the
gathering of emergency services vehicles in the distance.
Darth ran his hand along the upholstery, "Nice car. So where did you get it?"
"I stole it."
"No body saw you, right?"
"Nobody that knew what I was doing." Outlaw 1 replied.
Darth thought about this for a second. "Ok so what's the plan?"
Making a right turn, Outlaw 1 replied. "We're going clubbing."
**************
The pair drove through the city streets until they came to one of Tokyo's famous dance
clubs that was just beginning to discharge it's revelers even though it mid-morning.
"Wow they sure know how to party hard here." Darth remarked as he watched drunken
partygoers stumble through the streets.
"That is why we came." Replied Outlaw 1as as they exited the car their prisoner in tow.
"We are going to be just a couple of guys helping there drunk buddy home in a cab.
***********************
"I can't believe you did that." Darth said with a disgusted look on his face and I can't
believe what we are about to do."
Several hours had passed since the duo had made it to their hotel room with their prisoner.
A rather harsh interrogation had followed the captives return to consciousness. The
prisoner had finally broken and revealed himself to be an engineer who along with his
buddies had seen the pair of authors while out shopping and decided to pick up some
brownie points with their boss by capturing them and handing the pair over to their
superior.
The man had been a wealth of information as he was involved in almost all of their
enemies' plans. They had learned where Chibi-Slacker and Andrew had only been taken
that very morning from the cafe where they were to meet. They also learned where the
pair was being held, by virtue of the fact that the engineer had helped build only one
holding cell. This cell was located in a just recently occupied building and so it's defenses
were not complete yet. Outlaw 1 had no idea why the enemy would build prisons before
hardening a facility sufficiently but wasn't dumb enough to look a gift horse in the mouth,
or any other orifice for that matter.
The engineers had been frightfully well equipped for a shopping expedition making the
pair wonder if there were as yet unrevealed dangers upon this world. Outlaw 1's bag had
revealed three blaster pistols, a pair of vibro-knives, an assortment of grenades, and a
thermal detonator. Under questioning the captive had provided information on how all the
devices worked including the make-shift charging unit that could recharge the power cells
of the blasters from a wall outlet. The pair had tested everything they could safely but
were going to have to take the captives word on the workings of the thermal detonator.
The device was equipped with both a timer to set it in place and a dead man's switch in the
form of a button located on top of the device that would detonate the explosive if it was
released after being depressed.
The most disturbing thing though was the identity of their adversary. He was none other
than Thrawn. The master tactician from Star Wars. This version of Thrawn however had
not come from the Star Wars universe however he was one of Andrew's characters who
had made his way to this world by way of a Robotech/Rifts crossover.
Reasoning that the only way they would be able to rescue their friends was to strike before
Thrawn knew of the disappearance of of his men they immediately set about making plans
and gathering equipment for a rescue.
It was now one o'clock in the morning and their frantic work had led them to this point,
standing in front of a manhole cover that led down into the Tokyo storm sewers.
*****************
Outlaw 1 and Darth made their way in silence under the sewers of Tokyo with grim
expressions on their faces. Both were incredibly tense knowing the almost impossible
odds they faced to rescue their friend sbut they also knew that there was no choice in
matter.
They were as prepared for the mission as possible both dressed in black jumpsuits with
their faces darkened with black combat cosmetics. Both were also wearing rubber boots to
try and keep the awful smelling water off there feet.
Outlaw 1 was carrying his signature 12 gauge Mossberg 500 with the stock folded
hanging under his left arm. A Rube Goldberg suppressor made out of a 2 liter bottle filled
with various things was duct taped to the end of the barrel and he had to take care that it
didn't bounce off the Colt M1911A1 holstered halfway down his thigh on a tactical leg
holster along with several magazines of amunition for the pistol. A bandoleer of various
types of shotgunshell ran across his chest while a bulging pouch and seven inch long Cold
Steel Recon Tanto rode his right hip. A custom made Katana was strapped to his back
angled to be drawn with the right hand the sheath covered by a large backpack full of
essential supplies. He carried a captured blaster pistol in his left hand attached to his neck
by a lanyard made of paracord. In his right hand was a half unfolded map and a very high
tech GPS device, strangely enough it was functioning perfectly despite them being below
ground. Perched on his head was a 3rd generation Russian night vision monocular
originally designed to be worn by helicopter pilots who need to keep one eye free for there
instrument panels. A black bandanna was tied around his head in a do rag.
Darth was similarly attired in Commando garb only with fewer weapons, relying on a
captured blaster pistol in his right hand and a vibro knife sheathed vertically on the left
side of his chest. Accross his back however was not a Katana but a chainsaw with a
heavily modified muffler, to be used for opening stubborn doors, or stubborn people. His
hair was tucked under a baseball hat turned backwards, while a pair of night vision
goggles covered his face. Oddly enough in his right hand was a lightweight folding
aluminum ladder.
They hadn't gotten far when Outlaw 1 held up his right hand them motioned for Darth to
stop and stay still using an agreed upon silent signal.
Curious Darth ask in a low voice "What's wrong?"
Outlaw 1 studied the terrein ahead through his nightvision device "Something isn't right".
"What is it?" Darth replied.
Taking a closer look Outlaw 1 realized what had caused him to stop in the first place.
"The walls of the tunnel right here," he said gesturing towards an area on the wall, "they
are too clean."
"What do you mean, Outlaw?"
"Every part of the tunnel except this four inch strip is covered with thick green lichen and
mold this part is a different color on my NV gear, and there is a corresponding strip on the
otherside."
"So what, so one part of the wall is a little cleaner than the others let's go", Darth
responded in a peeved voice.
Outlaw 1 slowly approached the suspect wall section as he did he exchanged the GPS and
map in his right hand for a plastic squeeze bottle pulled from his belt pouch. Pointing the
bottle at the air just to the side of the wall he squeezed it sending a puff of chalk dust
squirting out. He watched in silence as a spiderweb of red beams was revealed in the dust.
"Laser alarm" he breathed. "If you had crossed this we would probably have had a dozen
Storm Troopers on our ass, or worse."
"Great, just great, how do we get by this little obstacle?" Darth asked.
Outlaw 1 looked around and then smiled as a plan came to him "Not around", he said
"under."
Darth looked at the 12 inches of scummy water they had been wading through with
disgust. "Oh please God no." He muttered.
Outlaw 1's only response was a sickly grin as stripped off his pack and handed it to Darth.
Pulling out a twelve inch cyalume snaplight he quickly activated it and used some duct
tape to attach it to the wall. Using the light from the stick to work by he removed his
monocular and put it into a plastic bag from his pack along with several other valuable
electronic items. Motioning for Darth to do the same he attached both of the pack to the
ladder with paracord and entrusted the contraption back to Darth.
Steeling himself Outlaw 1 knelt down in the the water and drew his tanto as he moved
toward the barrier Darth stopped him "Hey what if there are lasers under the water?"
"Water bends light." the one eyed biker replied. Seeing the questioning look in Darth's
eyes he gestured to the knife in his left hand, "If I had access to a lot of high tech shit I
would think seriously about using monofilament wires where I couldn't use lasers."
Darth's face already distorted by camouflage paint and the yellow green light from the
cyalume stick took on an even more sickly palor.
Probing ahead with his knife periodically checking the blade for damage Outlaw 1 was
finally satisfied that nothing fatal waited for him under the water but away his knife.
Taking a deep breath he slipped fully beneath the surface and made his way under the
invisible laser beams.
Darth quickly passed the ladder with the packs attached under the water to him and after a
few moments followed.
As Darth was taking his swim Outlaw 1 was getting re-equipped and after a few minutes
both men were ready to continue.
Checking the GPS they were amazed to note that they only twenty feet from their
destination. Cautiously they made their way to the spot indicated by the little electronic
device.
Working quickly they set up the ladder and as Outlaw 1 held it Darth scurried up with his
pack in hand. Once he reached the top he quickly set to work assembling the contents of
his pack. Working quickly Darth secured what looked like an empty picture frame to to
the roof of tunnel using yet more duct tape. He then climbed down trailing a pair of thin
wires behind him. Outlaw 1 carried the ladder back with him almost to the laser trap and
left it standing there. They secured the packs to the side of the ladder facing the frame on
the ceiling and Outlaw 1 removed a large 6-volt battery from his. "Are you ready?" he
asked his partner, as they took cover behind the packs and ladder.
"I have been waiting for this since we made this stuff." the other author replied. "Are you
worried it won't work?"
"No." Outlaw 1 replied curtly. "Now remember when we get inside we cover each other's
back as we head for the stairs on the southeast corner."
"Right," Darth replied, "Andrew and Slacker are being held in the basement will be
coming up into the sub-basement, we make our way from our entry point to the southeast
stairs."
Outlaw 1 nodded, "From the southeast stairs once we reach the basement we take the first
door on the right. At the end of the hallway the the first door on the right leads to there is
a door."
Darth clenched and unclenched his hands. "Past the first door on the right there is a
hallway, at the end of the hallway there is a door, through that door is the holding cell
where Slacker and Andrew are being held."
Outlaw 1 finished the recitation, "Through that door is the cell where Slacker and Andrew
are being held."
Outlaw 1 looked eye to eyes with with Darth, they both nodded as one and Outlaw 1 said
the magic words: "GO GO GO!"
On the third shouted go Darth touched wires to the twin terminals on the battery. In an
instant an electrical charge traveled to the makeshift detonator in the home built linear
breaching charge that the pair had made to blow through the foundation of the converted
office building.
Before the smoke cleared the pair started running carrying the ladder between them.
Reaching the hole in the ceiling they grounded the ladder and Shotgun in hand Outlaw 1
scrambled up into the light. His partner Darth following as soon as he had cleared the
hole.
**************
As he burst through the hole in the floor Outlaw 1's eye was already searching for targets
for his big 12 gauge. Spying a man standing gape mouthed at the apparition ascending
from hell before his eyes, Outlaw 1 aligned the scattergun and squeezed the trigger.
The make-shift silencer was shattered by the handloaded sub-sonic buckshot load. The 9
balls only spread to a hand-span in the distance between the muzzle and the man before
crashing through his chest and driving into his heart and lungs, shredding them.
The homebuilt suppressor did it's job and the load report of the Shotgun was reduced to a
loud cough.
"Clear." Came Darth's low pitched voice from behind, his eyes questing over the top of
his blaster pistol's sights still scanning for enemies.
"Clear." Replied Outlaw 1 still covering his sector of the room.
Together the partners moved so their backs were against a wall. "Stoppage." Outlaw 1
announced his eye still scanning his designated area. Darth quickly responded with
"Covering." and shifted his attention to cover the entire room.
Outlaw 1 swiftly safed his shotgun then removed the remains of the two-liter bottle from
the barrel. He then replaced the spent shell with another from his bandoleer, this one a
tungsten-carbide armor piercing slug.
Securing the shotgun to it's shoulder rig the one eyed author then withdrew his own
blaster holding it in his left hand while he unsheathed his Katana with the right.
"Loaded."
Darth grunted in response and together they moved towards the door.
*********
The authors stealthily made their way down the corridor. The subbasement had proven to
be a veritable maze of hallways and rooms. The pair had already met and dispatched
several workers and guards using their blades.
They were now nearing the southwest stairs, having followed an emergency fire escape
floor plan that Darth had removed from a wall.
Outlaw 1 peered around the last corner separating them from door to the stairs. There in
front of the door were three people in an animated conversation not ten feet away from his
current position.
He turned to his partner and spoke in a low voice. "Three men, no visible weapons but I
wouldn't bet against them having guns under their coats."
"What's the plan?"
Outlaw 1 thought a moment, then replied. "I will go first with my sword, I'll get the two
on the right you come in behind me where they can't see and take out the one on the
right."
Darth put away his blaster pistol and unsheathed his vibro-knife. "Sounds good." He said
switching on the weapon.
Outlaw 1 swung around the corner Darth right behind him. Walking like they owned the
place the pair made it within arms reach before being noticed. "Hi." Outlaw 1 said,
waving his right hand. He then took another step to close the distance and whipped his
Katana out from behind his back in a fast reverse slash. The cut took his target his target
through the throat severing both the carotid artery and the jugular vein. As the man fell
his life's blood pattering on the floor Outlaw 1 swiftly reversed his grip and drove the
point into his second targets chest.
He was very surprised to hear a loud clank and see his adversary get pushed backwards by
his strike, instead of being impaled. The man smirked and pasted Outlaw 1 with a side
kick that sent him flying into the wall.
The sword wielding author was able to keep his focus as he was being kicked away and
opened a deep gash on the man's leg with his blade. "Well this is gonna suck." Outlaw 1
observed as his opponent took up a martial arts stance.
The two quickly became a whirlwind of barely dodged kicks, punches, and sword strikes.
Outlaw 1 finally ducked under a kick that hit the wall behind his head and broke through
leaving his adversary stuck up to his knee in the sheet-rock. Quickly capitalizing on this
the author stepped under the leg cutting his opponent in the groin as he did. On the other
side Outlaw turned bringing his sword around as he did and took off his enemies head
with one quick swipe.
While this was happening Darth dove for his man swinging the vibro-knife as he went.
The man instinctively raised his arm to block the humming blade, which went ahead to
remove three of his fingers as the man frantically backpedaled. Injured but not finished the
man retaliated by trying to flick blood from his new stumps into Darth's face. The blond
Author wasn't amused. He quickly dodged the spray and dove in with his blade in front of
him.
The enraged Author savagely cut and thrust at the man, his vibro-blade making chopped
meat of his target, who when he finally fell was barely recognizable as human.
"What the hell was that about?" Outlaw 1 commented. Looking over at Darth.
Darth was busy trying to keep his lunch down. "I have a little problem with people trying
to throw blood on me." He replied.
Outlaw 1 looked askance at the gore covering Darths chest and arms. "Right." He
drawled.
Darth just gazed at him. "Come on we don't have much time. There is no way we can hide
this mess."
"Just a second." Outlaw 1 replied as he approached the headless corpse.
Pulling open the dead man's shirt Outlaw 1 whistled at what was underneath. "Wow, a
tactical assault vest." He said examining the heavy body armor. Fumbling for a second he
removed a heavy metal plate that had been in a pouch over the man's heart. "Ahh, I
thought so I hit his trauma plate." Mystery solved Outlaw 1 placed the plate on the blood
soaked floor.
They returned their edged weapons to their sheathes and pulled out the blasters again.
Taking up positions on opposite sides of the door. Darth reached over and slid open the
door as Outlaw 1 moved through smoothly keeping his weapon pointed in front of him.
**************
The duo carefully made their way up the to flights of stairs to the basement level of the
office building Thrawn had recently converted into a base.
They silently padded down the hall looking for a door on the right hand side when they
came to a corner. Stopping before going around the two author strained their hearing as
their ears picked up a pair of familiar voices.
************
"You know, that trick with subspace is
cool." Andrew remarked as they continued on
their run. (Having emptied the arsenal.)
"I prefer the term `Mallet-space.' But it is
useful. Who would have thought that it was that
easy?" Came the reply.
Andrew's response was cut off as they came
around a corner to see two figures standing in
the hallway. His response was near-
instantaneous. He pulled out a BIG rifle. Chibi-
Slacker pulled out a Desert Eagle.
Both figures immediately raised their hands
in surrender.
"WHOAH! FRIENDS HERE!" One of them yelled.
"I know that voice...Outlaw?" Chibi-Slacker
called.
"Yup. Me and Darth here know the way out.
Follow us."
The foursome turned to leave when Outlaw 1 turned and looked at Chibi-Slacker.
"Hey, nice hair spore." Outlaw 1 said remembering his own ponytail that had been lost
after the animates had entered his life.
His reminiscing was cut shut by a hard kick to the shin. As he bent down to grab his
hurting leg Chibi-Slacker's hand grabbed the front of his coveralls and shoved his desert
eagle in Outlaw 1's face. "Listen you," Snarled the author turned senshi in training. "If
you call me spore again I will give you a .50 caliber lobotomy. You understand me?"
Outlaw 1 just cocked his eye-brow at this and stood up with Chibi-Slacker still attached to
his chest. "So noted." He gritted out as he removed Slacker from his chest and set him on
the ground.
Darth and Andrew chuckled softly seeing this. "Come on guys we have to get back
downstairs if we are going to get out of this place." Darth pointed out.
Andrew looked at him strangely, "I thought we were already in the basement." He stated.
Darth thought about the trek through the sewers they had ahead of them. "We are," he
said "trust me. You don't want to know" he muttered to Andrew's questioning look.
The authors led by the chastened Outlaw 1 made there way to the stairwell and started
heading down. When they exited in the subbasement Andrew Chibi-Slacker looked at the
corpses and blood splattering the walls. "Damn Outlaw you are one psychotic cyclops"
Slacker quipped
"Thanks." He replied impassively, attention focused ahead of them. "Something isn't
right." He finally said.
"Yeah." Darth said, "It's too quiet"
Just then the corridors were filled with the sound of an alarm wailing.
**********
In the hall way where the authors stood doors started opening, sleepy men stumbling out
in various stages of dress some were unarmed but most weren't.
Darth and Outlaw 1 looked at each other. "Run?" Asked Darth.
"Just try and keep up." Confirmed Outlaw 1.
Without further ado they took off running at top speed.
"Hey!" Yelled Andrew as he brandished his/her (damn this is confusing) M-14 battle rifle
"Wait for us."
With that he and Chibi-Slacker took off in hot pursuit of the running authors.
Quikly retracing their steps Outlaw 1 and Darth took the lead stiff arming people out of
there way as they went. Most of the men were surprised to say the least and offered no
resistance.
That all changed when the foursome turned a corner and ran right into a group of soldiers
that were obviously part of a reaction team in the process of deploying to their stations.
The two parties stared at each other for a second then all hell broke loose as Andrew let
loose with a full twenty round magazine of .308 full metal jacket rounds from his rifle set
on full auto. The others quickly followed suit Chibi-Slacker and Darth's pistols emptying
places in the enemy lines. The carnage was completed as Outlaw 1 joined in with his
shotgun. Sending six rounds of #4 buckshot screaming out as fast as he could work the
action, scattering seventy-two pellets among the enemy troops.
When the fusilade had died out only two men of the origional ten remained standing.
They looked at the four authors and the destruction they had brought in awe.
"Go go go!" Screamed Outlaw 1 as he started pushing the others back in the direction
they had come. He quickly jerked his Colt out of it's holster and sent five .45 caliber slugs
screaming in the general direction of the survivors forcing them to dive for cover.
As they rounded the corner Darth primed one of the captured grenades and sent it flying
back in the direction they had just come from. "Fire in the hole."
The authors continued running reloading their weapons as they ran. When the grenade
exploded thet were all blown off their feet and landed in one big mass on the floor.
Untangling themselves the foursome continued running taking random corners until they
were well and truly lost. Lookimg around Darth spotted a silver air-duct running across
the ceiling. Smiling he pointed up. "Hey guys if we don't know where we are why should
they, right?"
Outlaw 1 looked up with a puzzled expression on his face. "Huh?" "Oh, I get you he
said."
With an evil grin Outlaw 1 pulled out his black Tanto and handed it to Chibi-Slacker as
Darth started pulling several large smoke bombs he had bought from a fireworks stand out
of his pockets.
Chibi-Slacker looked at the knife in his/her hand and said, "I don't get it."
"Smoke screen." Replied Darth "Outlaw is gonna boost you up and your gonna cut a
whole in the duct then toss in a half dozen smoke bombs. Simple , no?"
Chibi-Slacker didn't look to thrilled with the plan but Outlaw 1 didn't give the pint sized
author much time to think about it quickly moving into action Slacker was soon within
arms reach and slashing lustily with the knife easily cutting through the thin steel of the
duct. With a little juggling the smoke bombs were lit and thrown in the hole. Which was
then resealed with some of Outlaw 1's ever-present duct tape.
Shortly air vents all over the subbasement were spewing thick white smoke causing
massive confusion as it obscured the vision of everyone present.
"So how do we find our way through this crap? Asked Andrew while waving a free hand
to try to clear the smoke away from his/her face.
Outlaw 1's only answer was to remove the GPS device from his belt.
Using the device they quickly navigated the obscured hallways using the smoke to hide
from there enemies. They soon made their way back to the room where Outlaw 1 and
Darth had made their way into the building.
As they made their way into the sewers Darth stopped by the door and busied himself
setting a booby-trap consisting of the thermal detonator turned on end so its own weight
would hold down the dead-man's switch. The device was set against the closed door so
that when someone opened it the bomb would tip over and explode with massive force.
**********
The weary authors pulled themselves out of a convenient manhole some blocks north of
the building. The four had just turned their eyes to once again gaze at the night sky and
the freedom it represented when the city of Tokyo was lit bright as day and nearly
deafened by a tremendous explosion.
The writers turned their attention south just in time to witness a miniature mushroom
cloud rise over the city streets.
Speechless at the destruction their actions had caused the foursome turned and started
walking Outlaw 1 and Darth leading the way to their hotel. It had been a long night.
*************
Nemesis and Thrawn stood in front of the still smoking crater several hours after the bomb
went off. Officially a gas main had ruptured triggering the explosion. Unofficially the
head of Tokyo's forensic division was taking a vacation in America this year compliments
of Thrawn. His children were really looking forward to seeing Disneyland.
"Great plan, Thrawn. Tactical genius, my ass."
The brilliant tactician turned to regard his companion. "What makes you say that?"
Nemesis looked at him strangely. "Well the fact that our nice, shiny building is a crater.
Thirty-four of our men are now ground hamburger. What the goddamn hell did you think
I meant?"
Thrawn regarded him coolly. "We didn't lose any men in this action." He said with a slight
stress on the word action. The men that were killed belonged to Oyabun Bukko Takuan,
a local gangster. He found out about our operations here and tried to force me into an
alliance that benefited him. I pretended to agree, then convinced him to station a sizable
portion of his dedicated soldiers in this building to act as guards."
"So it was a bunch of worthless yakuza that died, it's still a screw up all four of our
targets got away scot free, and we ain't got fuck all to show for it." Nemesis pointed out.
"I disagree." Said Thrawn in a tone of mild reproof. "We have made several gains from
this little episode. First Bukko Takuan's forces are now signifigantly weakened. His
leverage to try and force an alliance is now greatly diminished in his eyes even though I
could easily crush his forces I now do not have to, also since the authors are responsible
for this they will now have a much harder time obtaining contacts among the yakuza since
Takuan was well respected in that world. Also and most important I now know how the
author Outlaw 1 thinks in a combat situation. I can now easily outmaneuver him." "Lastly
the building was ugly totally unaesthetic, however it was insured for significantly more
than it was worth. Now, do you have any other complaints with how I run things?"
"No." Nemesis grumbled. "But if I do you will be the first one to know."
"I'm sure, Thrawn replied. Now let's leave it looks like rain." Without further comment
he turned and headed for the limousine that had brought them to this location.
To be Continued.
Author's notes.
I would like to take the opportunity to say I think my avatar in this fic is an asshole who
exemplifies my worst qualities taken to the Nth degree. Of course I do have a reason for
that, I will try to make it clear as this story progresses
Bukko Takuan is a character from the 47 loyal ronin of Ako.
This was written to a lot of different music but mainly "12" by Insane Clown Posse. You
can download the Real Audio format of this song from www..realjuggalos.com it is on the
album: "The Riddle Box".
I hoped you liked it. If so let me know. If not, even better please let me know what you
thought and where I can improve my writing.
Tag Darth you're it.
Later
Outlaw 1