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I’m standing in front of a bank, wearing a balaclava, holding a sack of stolen money and some costumed idiot is in my way. Luckily it’s Rocking Roll; if it was Quoll, Wind Dust, or that moronic group of his I’d be dead. I’m gonna get one shot at this so I better sell it.
“Oh thank god!” I rip off the balaclava and drop to my knees. “He’s over there.”
Rocking Roll looks to where I point like a dog following a ball.
“He said he’s kill me if I didn’t help,” I pull up all the crap my customers use to tell me when they were short for a hit, the hang dog looks, looking at the floor, slumped shoulders, generally pathetic. “Please…”
He looks again t the man on fire running at towards the cop car, which has slid sideways and the cops jump out like they’re in a bad movie. “Like who is he?”
“Towering Inferno,” I say. “He’s working for the Reverend Doctor Dentist. Oh please help.”
“Chill dude, I got this.” And he speeds off on his cloud…I swear I can hear ACDC’s TNT coming from somewhere. I really want to watch this idiot smash the bank manager in front of the cops but I’ve got to get out of here before he realises he’s a dumb as he looks. I leg it as fast as I can. I’m about three blocks away when a motorcycle screeches to a halt in front of me. It’s the underling guy.
“Bag!” he barks. I toss it to him and like that he’s away. Them knowing where I am at all times really annoys me. I need to get whatever they put in me OUT. But right now I need to get the hell away from here.
**
I sit in corner of The Indigo Bar* nursing a bar as I plot all forms of revenge and torture. I’m not a naturally violent person but for the Quan’s I’m going to make an exception. The Indigo Bar, named stupidly after the city like dozens of other business here in Ambe…
“Where the &^%$ is Amber City?” I say aloud, puzzled by my own musings. I’m sore, angry and poor! I’ve been all three before but never at this level simultaneously. I drain the flat dregs from the bottle hoping for a miracle; it never comes. I head for the door when I recognise the black guy wearing grey and sunglasses. We ain’t friends, he’s an occasional customer. He nods, I nod. His nod says “You got anything?” and mine is “Not tonight man.”
I notice his freaky friends and I’m glad I’m going now; midgets creep me out. The Indigo Bar attracts all kinds of weirdos. I get to the door there’s a biker picking up some coins off the floor. His ass is sticking out, along with his wallet. I haven’t picked a pocket since my teens and I’m desperate. It’s almost textbook! As I leave I notice a weird gay couple heading towards the Indigo; man are they going to be in for a shock!
I take the cash, toss the rest of the wallet. I now have eighty six dollars to my name. Should get me a r…
BZZT
“&^%$ YOU!” I scream as I hit the ground. I swear I’m going to take a blowtorch to their eyes! My pocket hums. I let it ring a few times before answering.
“Having fun?” I ask.
“Three thousand dollar,” barks Genghis down the line. “Not enough.”
“You gave me three minutes you retarded *&^%# ap…!”
BZZT
I’m going to force feed him jet fuel and jam matches up his ass! Genghis Quan is going to be the first criminal in orbit! Closely followed by his brother and that ape underling of theirs!
“…even am!” I catch the last part of his rambling as I put the phone back to my ear.
“HEY!” I yell back. “Missed all of that because y…”
“Stupid round eye!” chuckles Genghis. “Train station. Seven am.”
“You want me to catch a train?”
“Oh no…you make one go boom!”
Great! Yesterday I’m in a coma, today I’m a bank robber and tomorrow I’m going to be a &^%# terrorist! Feel like marching back into the bar and kicking that creepy midget in the hat to death. Better go find a $#!^y motel, tomorrow’s gonna suck even harder than today did.
To be continued...
** The Indigo Bar, want to see what happens then read thishttp://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/5th-column-comics-wind-and-water-3-1689376/#10
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