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| The assassin's return. | Started by: Drake_X_C_Deicide on Mar 20, '09 11:24 |
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Drake sits in a tree branch in a park somewhere in Detroit, watching the people go by, and trying to remain invisible...waiting for the right person to walk by...waiting for another old friend... Finally he spots Charly walking stolidly by, appearing to be lost in his musings. Drake waits for the right moment and jumps from the branch, landing a few feet in front of Charly, startling him. Charly's hand quickly darts to the inside pocket of his suit, and Drake rushes forward to calm him. "Relax, Charly, it's me, Drake, don't do anything crazy, cuz that'd be...well... crazy..." "You wanna tell me about crazy, why was your crazy ass in that damn tree, you crazy mic?!?!"Charly yells under his breath "I almost shot you in yer f**king head, what the Hell's the matter with you?!?!?" "I figured it'd be good for a laugh...and I was right...and I wanted to be... you know, not seen..." "I don't understand your paranoia," Charly replies in his dark southern accent. "Hey it's kept me alive all these years. And it's kept me pretty..."Drake says whilst laughing and gesturing to his scar covered face. "Yer insane, you damned crazy mic... C'mon, let's get going." LATER THAT DAY... Drake and Charly are walking down a dark alleyway behind a Detroit restaurant, which was more front than eatery, and stop in front of a wooden door. Drake turns to Charly right as he begins to reach for the knob and whispers, "Wait, let me go first..." "What the hell are you planning this time, you crazy f**k?" Charly whispers back with a look of extreme caution in his eyes. "Just wait for it, you'll see..." Drake replies with a wild gleam locked in his eyes. He reaches into the pocket of his suit and pulls out cigarettes and a lighter and promptly lights one up. Charly keeps watching, confused and curious, then sees what's really going on and Drake's hand darts back into his pocket ant pull out a wad of firecrackers. Before Charly can stop him Drake kicks open the door and yells, "OI!!! F**K YOU, MATES!!!" and starts flinging lit fireworks into the back room. Suddenly Charly hears two very strong and very alarmed voices and one laughing mic and rushes in. "Hold yer fire, it's just us!!!" Charly screams into the smoky room. He looks in and sees Agent Orange and Not Again getting off the floor, put up their guns, and right the table they tipped in the excitement. He walks up to Drake and smacks him firmly in the back of his head. "What the hell were you thinkin, eh? You crazy f**kin' mic, that's the second time you almost found yerself with a face full of lead... Damn, you're lucky there wasn't some trigger happy new guy in that room with them...Damn..." Drake laughs heartily and takes a seat at the table as Charly closes the door and locks it tight. "It's good to see you back in town, Drake, but what the hell's gotten into you?" Agent asked from across the table. "Wait a minute... I haven't seen you this happy since the wars... What the hell did you do?!?!? Everybody leans in to hear what Drake has to say, but they're all me with a shrug and a nonchalant, "I took care of some loose ends, saw a face from the past, stopped by to say 'hi' and came back to town... that's all..." "Let me see your hands, Drake, Agent says in a voice that was clearly restraining anger. Drake raises his hands for Agent to inspect, and realizes too late what he's looking for...but surprisingly Charly explodes before Agent can. "What the f**k, you sonofabitch!!! We told you to quit killing things... uh... people... One of these days, yer gunna get yerself killed, and then what, huh, then what are you gunna do? Are you gunna make CL as a dead pirate, huh? Nobody, not even a mic pirate can make Cl if they're dead, especially not a mic pirate..." "Relax, my friend, that's a far off dream... if things go wrong, theoretically there's time to make amends, besides, that schmuk won't be missed, he's a... Just then the cops busted in the door, with the lieutenant at the helm. "Boy's you're all under arrest... TO BE CONTINUED... again... maybe... |
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