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A Jerks Tale I:Protection Started by: Kishla on Jun 03, '08 21:22
strong>The Jerks Tale I:Protection

Cartman enters the store, looks left, looks right, Carnalita and Kishla follow in behind him. Cartman had got the tip, and he knew what had to be done.


Cartman: Alright, you guys know what to do, we've been over this.

Carnalita and Kishla nod their heads in agreement.

The three split up, Carnalita goes left, Kishla goes to the right, and Cartman, down the center aisle.

Carnalita stops at the counter and "Distracts" the Cashier. Cartman proceeds through the aisles to a back room. Kishla follows the storekeeper, keeping a good eye on him, as the store keeper follows Cartman. Kishla comes right behind the store keeper, WHACK! The store keeper goes unconscious. Kishla drags him to the back room, trying to remain unseen to the distracted Cashier.

Cartman looks around in the back room, and finds what he's looking for. *The Box*


Cartman: Haha. Found it.

Cartman slowly opens the box as Kishla joins him.


Kishla: I got him, he was following you in. I think he knows why we are here.


Cartman: Let's hope so. We need answers as to how these got into his hands.

The store keeper wakes up, sees Kishla and Cartman and begins to yell.


StoreKeeper: HELP ME!! I'M BEING HELD---

The storekeeper rethinks his strategies as the barrel of Kishla's shotgun presses hard against the back of his neck.


Store Keeper: What do you want from me?


Cartman: Where the hell did you get these?

Cartman holds up a small package labeled "Pure Saltpeter" and "Caution: Explosives".


Store Keeper: I don't know where they came from, THEY AREN'T MINE I SWEAR!!


Cartman: That's interesting, because a few hours ago, I heard, that the owner of this shop was transferring explosives to BLOW UP OUR HQ! Does that sound familiar?

The barrel of Kishla's gun goes deeper into the back of the Store Keeper's neck.


Cartman: I am going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth before I let Kishla do whatever he wants to do with you. I'll give you a hint, he doesn't play nice.

Kishla grins, looking down at the knives he has in his belt, the pistol in his holster, and the lighter in his back pocket.


Store Keeper: I told you, I don't know!!

Cartman nods to Kishla, as he takes out some of his knives, and begins his practice.


Store Keeper: OKAY! OKAY! I'll tell you!! This guy comes by and says, 'I'll pay you $20,000 to hold these boxes in your storage room for 24 hours, and tomorrow, I'll come back and get them'. That's all I know. Please stop this Kishla guy!

Cartman shakes his hand at Kishla, and he stops.


Cartman: Why did you lie to me?


Store Keeper: The guy said that some other men might try to come and take them, so he said, if anyone comes into this room without speaking with you, first, stop them, and if they threaten you, just say you don't know.


Cartman: When was this?


Store Keeper: Yesterday.


Kishla: Shit man! We gotta get outta here!

Carnalita rushes in, out of breath.


Carnalita: Guys! They are coming! The Cashier is dead!


Cartman: Hurry! Out the back!

The three dash out towards the emergency door.


Store Keeper: Hey! You can't just leave me here, they'll kill me!


Cartman: Well, shouldn't have lied to us!

Cartman grabs a small package of Saltpeter on his way out, and throws it to Kishla.


Cartman: Hurry up!

Kishla grabs the lighter out of his back pocket, and lights the fuse on the saltpeter.


Carnalita: They are coming, take cover!

Cartman flips over a table, and the three hide behind it. Kishla passes the saltpeter back, while keeping an eye on the semi-closed door, he notices someone is behind the door then without hesitating shoots at the door. The first body falls to the ground and more running footsteps can be heard running towards us.


Kishla: Thats one down, how many more are there!?


Carnalita: Couldnt count.. but there were two black cars.

Cartman slides the Saltpeter package across the floor next the other Saltpeter packages.


Cartman: Guys! We've got 15 seconds to get out of here!


Kishla: You guys make a run for it, I'll try to cover!

Carnalita and Cartman dash, and bullets start flying. Kishla stands up, now with the dead guy's automatic, and begins to fire. Kishla starts to run, and gets hit in the leg.


Kishla: Ouch! Dammit mother fuckers are pissing me off!

Kishla falls, and his shotgun slides over to Carnalita, and she starts laying down cover fire for Kishla.


Kishla: Go! Dammit! Its gonna blow!

Kishla rises again, running, shooting, managing to hit another man on the way.

Carnalita and Cartman are out, and anxiously waiting for Kishla.

BOOM!!


Carnalita: Where is Kishla?!?!


Cartman: I don't know! Did you see him come out?


Carnalita: No! I guess he's still inside!

Cartman runs into the flaming shop, and sees Kishla pinned down by a fallen shelf.


Kishla: HELP! I'M OVER HERE!

Cartman sprints to Kishla, and tries to push the shelf off.


Kishla: We can't get it, just go! There are more guys coming!


Cartman: Shut up and push! Let's go!

With one final shove, they manage to lift the shelf, and Cartman carries Kishla on his back while Carnalita pulls around with the getaway car.


Carnalita: Hurry up! Get in! We gotta go!

Cartman lays Kishla down in the back seat and gets in the front, as Carnalita pulls away.


Kishla: That was close. Thanks Cartman. You really just saved my life back there. I owe you big time.


Cartman: Just try to keep that leg elevated, and we'll get you some better help back at HQ.


Kishla: Thanks for the ride Carnalita.

All three smile.


(OOC: Sorry for how long it is. Props to Carnalita and Cartman!)


I am hoping to provide a weekly story. So, stay tuned!
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Ah that was very well done. You should think of going into the newspaper and writing stories like this weekly for it.
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i agree with nightmare.. good job!
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Well I already submitted one story for the paper, and nothing has happened. So....
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Well if at first you don't succeeded try, try again.
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Dusty yourself off and try again, try again, TRY AGAIN...
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Good story, I enjoyed it very much :)
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Congrats to you my friend.. good job!
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