Frankie was walking down a back alley looking for a cheap place to flip some drugs, and see's a leather book laying in the gutter next to a dead guy with an angry look on his face; He picks it up and begins to read aloud as a few people show up to listen
An Axe Murderers Widowers Diary
10/07/08 an order of events
Just getting home from a long day at the office and I grab the Obits, I see several big names in the community dead; especially members of my own Family.
Head to the mailbox, and to check my messages...trying to get info as to what is going on...nothing
Head to the bathroom to clean up a small flesh wound I received from some hoodlum in a mask. (I didn't even notice the wound until now...amateurs)
After waiting next to the phone for some instruction and not receiving any, I decide to head to the shooting range, to blow off some steam.
While on my way home from the range I see my boss, laughing it up at a Bar, drinking and having a good time. Wow, some nerve this guy...living the good life without a care in the world while his family is getting slaughtered in the streets. Now I am upset. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Defend my Boss who obviously doesn't give shit about his family?
At this point its pretty much to late for the family, there is myself the RHW and the Boss still alive, not many others. I pick up the phone and make a call to a friend of a friend, I have a feeling that I am not going to make it much longer...could I please seek refuge in your family once they finally find my Boss and kill him. I receive my invitation and hold it close to me for that moment I need it.
Just got shot at again by the faceless stranger, bastard. How could he though? It was only 3 hours ago I was shot. Oh right, trained the gun...no more protection. Over looking that could have been fatal.
Oh well, I have another 4 hours now to BS and take the till from the local 7-11.
My phone rings, what do you know...it's the Boss, finally some info into what is going on. "Hello?" I say, "Locals in your city, please" he replies
Hmm, I guess not.. Sure I'll take a look around, let him know where I am (N.O.)
Little time goes by he calls back:
"Hello?"
"Can you fly?" he asks
"Not for another 1 hours"
He hangs up...strange. I am getting frustrated at this point, still no info...
Some time passes...next call
"Hello?"
"I need you to prowack me"
"I'm training, I can't shoot"
"When did you start"
"5 hours ago" I say
"You can shoot, get auth"
"Okay, you're the Boss"
I am pissed...I still have no idea what's going on and the only thing I get is "protect me"...what the fuck did you do for the rest of us...I mean I realize that I am here to protect the boss, but some info would be nice for crying out loud.
I pick up the phone and call the opposing side to hand them my Boss on a silver platter. Or so I thought
I give the following information:
"My boss wants me to prowack him, I'm not to thrilled with him so I am giving him up, I am in NO and cant fly due to training...I can't shoot either but he insists I can...he is going to shoot then fly to New Orleans. I hang up."
Boss says, the guy I was going to shoot at is protected, can you get me the locals list for NO again. Sure I say, give him the list then pick up the phone.
"He's just tried to shoot at King, and he's protected, he is flying to New Orleans now to shoot." On hold for a few minutes. "first guy he tried to shoot is proed, he's looking for another shot. The reply I get is "thanks" "Te he he, he tried to shoot me as well, te he he..."
"Okay he's shooting now!!" tic tic tic tic
I wait a good 20 seconds before I pulled the trigger (even though I didn't' think I could shoot anyway, but had to prove I couldn't when he died) and when I do...
Falure.
On the other end of the line I hear "Where is he?"
...
Are you fucking serious!?!
Now I don't know who I am more disgusted with, my boss for not telling his family that they are getting murder and then heading out to dinner. Then asking me to "not refresh, just shoot once, I'll let you know when I have shot"
ORRRR the opposing side that couldn't figure out how to get on a freaking plane to New Orleans to be able to shoot this guy, when they had tons of time to do it.
I guess my priorities are different; I can't help but shake my head at the lack of organization that goes into "today's" families. Old school families were WAY more organized.
Now I see the bullet coming at me for "protecting" my boss...nice, how much more of your job do you need me to do, eh?
Oh well, I guess it's time for my long anticipated rest...
~CM
Wow, quite the predicament, poor guy, at least hes in a place that he doesn't have to worry about any of this anymore. |