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Rene bitches at Campbell about stuff and that book that we stole from Michelle's desk comes up.
Rene starts to flap his around and starts turning red again. "Howwwww coooooould you dooo theeeeeeeis?"
Yeah, whatever. She's dead isnt she? Oh, yeah that's right, she's the one who got 'jacked from the hotel. Yeah, whatever.
Campbell looks about as innocent as the pervy old guy caught in the girl's change rooms. "Errr, I was studying it.". Lame. Even for a cop.
"You stoooooooole theeeeeeeeis?"
"I.. I was trying to analyse the writing." offers Campbell lamely. Yeah, right, even I didn't buy that. "You know, to see if it was Michelle. Is it her writing?" Give it up.
They start to bicker back and forth. Man, wake me up when it's over.
I look around in the vain hope that we get attacked by rubber band guy goons again or somethin', but like I said, their aint no God, so unfortunately we are safe here and Im stuck with these 50's.
Lindsey has disappeared again, but no great surprise there. Rene storms off to read the 'jacked chick's book and Campbell stalks off after him. She's obviously not gunna let him get far so I'll just watch from here, 'cause I know if I follow he's just gunna start bitchin' at me like he's my pimp or somethin'.
"..of that, eh Cas?"
Olga's voice snaps me out of my little dream world. Man, Ive got the attention span of crack baby these days.
"Huh?" Slick, girl.
"When do you think we should burn the letter, Cas?"
"Now, I guess. Otherwise we'll just bitch about it all week." Not that we wont bitch about who should burn it now, or how we should burn it or what direction we should be facing or some crap like that.
Huh? Where'd Glenn go? Lindsey's off usin' the Force somewhere. Campbell and Rene are playin' tag up the hill. That just leaves Olga and me and 'stealth' Glenn.
"Augh!!!" shouts Campbell. I get that shiver as my body kicks into action mode. Fuck! Rene and Campbell got over the hill while I was zonin' trying to blot out Olga.
Im up and running and Olga is on her feet and following. Pretty quick for a chick with shoulder pads.
I burn over the hill, Olga 5 by 5 as my wingman, and we pop out of the sun. I fell all 'Baa Baa Blacksheep', you know, the show about the guys in the war.
Campbell, Rene and Barney are chattin' away. Rene's upset and shouting at Campbell.
Everythings normal then.
We run up and it seems Barney was out for a liquid lunch and just ran across us. Hmmmmm. Somehow Im not convinced. Maybe he's workin' for Vader? Pretty dumb move if he is though.
People start pumpin' Barney for info on Tipsy and suddenly Im thinkin' that if we are being tapped, then we're just puttin' Barney and T on the list of people the Empire is gunna cap. We should burn the letter then talk to him.
"I can tell your future." Barney offers to Olga.
Oh yeah, this is gunna be good.
"Really?" Olga's hooked. Nice con there, Barney. Works on lots of the honeys does it?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm." Barney makes like a dial-a-psychic on some late night TV add. "Hmmmmm." Yeah, get on with it, loser. "Ummmm." Bored.
I close my eyes and try and use the Force to send 'I see Cas punching your teeth in.' but it doesnt seem to work.
"Well?" Campbell interupts.
"Errr, its not really important. I didnt get anything."
"What? What did you see!" Olga insists.
Yeah, you cant go all Tricky on us and then not put out! Shit, you a tease, bitch!
"Err, well I saw a toilet. It wasnt you. I dont always get what I want."
Loser. Remind me to hurt you. Screw this, we should burn the letter now.
I turn and look for Rene, but he's gone. Fuck. I start to scan around, but I cant see him. He's gone! "Rene!? Where the fuck is he!?"
People look round and start to panic like a bus load of whitebread cheerleaders dumped in the 'hood after dark.
I start run up to the top of the hill to get an eagle over the area.
I start to scan round, but I see the Doc sittin' under a tree readin' the bitch's book.
The fucker. And he's got the letter too. Screw that. Im gunna burn the fuckin' thing NOW!
I head over "Yo, Doc, gimme the letter."
"What? No way, Cas." He doesnt need to say it, but I know he's thinkin' it. He's thinkin' he owns it.
Screw that. That wacked out Nun gave it to us all. This rich fucker doesnt own it.
"Hand it over, or I take it, Doc."
Rene stands and starts to look all definat. Fine. Your loss.
I dive in and get in close before he can react. I slip in under his reach and slide one arm around his arm and catch him and the other shoots into his rich, look at me, tailored jacket and pulls out the letter.
Score one to the Rebellion.
I slip back out of his grip and step back.
I put on a sweet smile and wave the letter infront of him, teasing "You were saying Doc?".
"Give me that!"
Yeah, or what? You'll slap me black and blue? Think you're up for it Doc? I dont reply, I just dig into my pocket for the lighter.
Rene leaps forward. He's pretty fast for an old man. I skip back a step, tryin' to keep out his grasp, but I still wanna be close enough to tempt him to the Darkside.
Fuck me if he doesnt fall flat on his face, but he manages to get a hand round my leg. Score one to the Doc, nice try.
I look down at him down on the ground. "Let go, Doc. Don't make me hurt you."
"No. Give me the letter."
Dumb fuck doesnt realise that he's screwed from here. He's layed out like a black guy in a police raid and Im so going to Rodney King his arse if he doesnt let go. I firm my voice up "I said let go."
"Give me the letter!" he shouts. He's goin' ballistic now. He wants it and I wont give it up. Same old, same old. He's turned red and he's fighting to pull me down with him. I shiver my brain fills with the memory of the same red face. I close my eyes, but I can still feel the memory of fingers round my throat, clamping off my breath and the sheets pulling back....
Fuck it, I'm gunna kill him.
I drop down on him, elbow out. Im about to impact on him and crack his skull open when I suddenly remember that he's the bankroll.
'Keep the guy with the money happy or you're out on the street....' Yeah, thanks for the life lesson, Rob.
I slide my elbow out and take the impact on the upper arm. It'll hurt, but he wont have his head split open. Great, now Im gunna have to tussle with him.
Suddenly, just before impact, he twitches and stops struggling. Huh? Wasn't me.
*whump* Impact! "Orrrrf." Rene protests, then he goes limp.
I slip up and out and back a few steps. I got the letter and the lighter now. Looks like the others have been our audience for a bit.
I step up and look around at them all and they just watch. I pull up the letter and waggle my eyebrows and smile. *flllip* I light the lighter and fan the flame with the letter. People just stare. They know Im gunna burn it and they dont...
*fwoooooomf* Fuck the letter just went like a crashed berry in a Hollywood car chase.
Err. Damn. I wanted to watch the Doc squirm for a bit.
"Well I guess we should decide what we're going to do." offers Campbell.
People start to look thoughtful and ponder the next move.
"Hey, this is cool, can I stay and watch?" asks Barney. How many times have I heard that?
"I think..." Olga starts.
"Aurgh!" Rene shouts like a girl. "..attacked by... my protector... summoned.. mind hurt... physical.. mental..."
He's ranting and Im screwed if I know what he's talking about. He's bitching like he's been sold out or something, well welcome to the club, loser man.
He stands, looking at us in fear and turns and runs.
Us? He's scared of us? I turn and make sure there isnt some 500 foot monster with tenticles behind us. Nope.
Us? I didnt hit him that hard. Man, what a girl! I wasnt even really trying.
Ah, fuck. I shrug at the others, but they all start to break out into that chant thing. I think about joining in, but then I remember that I never did 'do the homework'. Anyway, its french or somethin' and I only speak english.
I break into a run and head off after the bankroll. He's just runnin' like one of those jumpy things that gets eaten by lepoards on the Discovery channel.
He's heading out to the road and it doesnt look like he's even seein' it.
Moron.
I run up and catch him and grab him just as he's about to run out infront of a truck.
"Hey! Dickhead!"
He turns and looks at me like he's confused by what just happened.
Yeah, as he should be. Fuck, didnt he watch Niggers With Puppets? Look before you cross.
He blinks a few times and I drag him off the road and start to head back towards the others.
I shake my head. Man these guys would be screwed without me.
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