Fixer

[PitViper]

Part I (Prologue)

I sat in front of my old shop for a minute or so gazing at it, remembering what it was.

Still straddled on my V-rod I lifted my sunglasses and the feeling of disgust poured over me. I could hear another V-Twin in the distance approaching. It stopped about 20 yards behind me and killed the engine. I didn't have to look over my shoulder, I knew it was Monkeywrench.

I hit the red button and there was silence save for the squeek of my kickstand, the chirping birds in the distance and Monkeywrenche's voice in the background..."yeah..I'll call ya back."
The back of my neck got hot and I felt like punching something and throwing up at the same time as I lifted my leg over the police tape and made my way to the steel door of the small warehouse...my old shop.

I swung the heavy door open and the smell almost knocked me on my ass. I walked into the pitch black and made my way to the inside of the garage. I bent down and threw open the bay door to shed some light on the situation.

I turned around as the door opened and sunlight from the ground up illuminated the disaster. Brightened my anger, my loss...Fixer's cage.

I bought this old warehouse because it was out of the way, down a dirt road across from a swamp. I bought this old warehouse because it was the birth place of my "new life". No more petty criminal nonsense, no more "run ins". Just a place to wrench on my bikes, make a living doing it and lift weights with no distractions.

Fixer was 4 yr old Pit-Bull I had rescued. He was a good boy and helped me keep my head on straight. I haven't "loved" anything in a long while but I do believe I loved Fixer.

Everything in this God damned fire could be replaced. The bikes, the tools, the weight benches, the refridgerators filled with deca-durobolin. Fixer can't be replaced.

I swore I wouldn't pledge alliegence to a MC again, I ride solo and keep to myself. To make a long story short I refused to join and they burnt my place...and Fixer alive. I can't imagine that dog who already suffered once in his life could do anything deserving of the death they gave him. I try not to think of what he looked like when it was happening, the look in those intelligent eyes.

The fire dept mustve taken him out, the cage door is open and left that way. Melted tires, tools covered in ash. I take one more look and close the garage door behind me. Close another chapter of my life.

As I approach the V-Rod I see Monkeywrench leaning against his bike, arms and legs crossed starring expressionless.

"I'm ready."

He cracks a smile and stands upright, stretches then stradles the bike and kicks up the stand. "Nice mate...nice. We gotta great benefits package and a helluva retirement plan hahaha".

Ignition and then the ever so familar rumble of 2 V-Twin Harley Davidsons.

"It's all gonna work out mate, always does for us. See ya at the spot, try and keep up!"

He chirps his rear tire and I follow. Another new chapter of my life.

I got about 10 miles ahead of me, which will go by fast following Monkeywrench. It'll give me some time to tell you how this all started......

[PitViper]

The more thing's change....

5 guys. 5 guys couldn't take me down. It woulda been 7 but I don't want any trouble so when the boys in blue showed up I let the guy whose neck was cracking in my hand go and put my hands behind the back of my head. If this were a few years back I wouldve done the same thing only I wouldve spit in the cop's face. If it were a few more years back they woulda had to call for back up.

I swear trouble just finds me, and it found me earlier tonight.
Thurs eve, 7pm. I wrapped up at the shop, pulled the bikes in and washed up. I had worked out earlier including alot of bag work. Haven't done that in a few weeks and it felt good to punch something. I cleaned up, left the T.V. on for Fixer, threw him some rawhide and locked up. I decided to take a ride across town on an old KZ1100 I'm working on. Yup, I do ride "rice burners on occasion". I just finished up with the air shifter and what better way to test it out then race across town for a beer and and maybe some wings.

I pulled onto the gravel parking area pretty fast and that "decompression popping" of the shifter turned a few heads as I pulled in. Up the small wooden stairs across the porch and I grab a stool at "Gator's" a real blue collar joint down here near the Everglades. Normally you wouldn't catch me dead here, it's pretty "ma and pa" but I know there are no 1%er's here, no one to mess with me, and the War Mongers MC wouldn't step foot in here.

I don't like the War Mongers. I had a few buddies that rode with them and a few times I tagged along, it was fine. Then came that fateful Friday night. I was at a BBQ and someone had an issue with their scoot. It took me about 5 min to it up and running. For months after that I was asked "Pledge to be a Monger!" "We take what we wan't" or "No one messes with a Monger". My answer? "No thanks."

Look I've been around enough MC's to know they arent for me. I don't need any protection and they can't offer me anything I can get for myself. I'm a big guy with a good wrench, a bad temper and fast hands. No club affiliation for me.

[PitViper]

Rewind 3 months back.

At a BBQ I ran into a guy who calls himself "Chief" He came up to me and says "Nicky, let us offer you a home, steady pay, any chick you want! C'mon man, we can use the muscle." Inside I was already annoyed, all the extra Testosterone from the recent injections probably didn't help that. "Look Chief, I appreciate it but I gotta decline man. I'm done with it all. I just wanna open my own gig and keep it legit, thanks but no."

Chief in his own right is a big dude. When I say "big" I mean he's fat with broad shoulders and thinks he's big like me. He looks like an asshole with a bandanna and shirt 2 sizes too small. I don't believe the man has been in a fight in his entire life but for whatever reason he's got about 100 other guys in rockers that read "War Monger's MC" on em. To them he might be charismatic, to me he just comes off like he's seen too many mob and tough guy moves.

Before I could finish my sentence and get out "no"...Chief was already smiling, looking down on the ground and shaking his head. He flicked his cigarette butt and laughed. Each laugh exhaling smoke in puffs much too close to my face. "Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. A War Monger takes it...I take it as a direct insult that you would refuse membership. I'm offering you something and you're makin' a jerk out of me. Maybe you question who I am as a leader that I would offer affiliation to someone who doesn't want it. Do you think I'm an asshole? I'm gonna run all of Florida. I put my hand out to you and you spit in my face. Time is gonna come I'll be the Govenor here, and Nicky there ain't gonna be a place for you to get the paper. I'm gonna go back to the keg and enjoy the BBQ, you're gonna hop on your bike and get the fuck outta my sight."

My fingers had pins and needles in them I could feel my blood pumping. I wanted to pound him into the ground right then and there. You could fry an egg on my face and I was actually having trouble breathing. I was a second away from grabing him by the neck with one hand and going for my switch with the other and ending this. Can't do it. About 50 other War Mongers would be on me and these assholes are so stupid they'd probably kill for him. Take a breathe, be cool.

"Ok Chiefy, I'll get outta your sight." He just stared with a disgusted look on his face, stroking his handlebar mustache with his thumb and forefinger. "Yeah good..get the FUCK outta my sight". I straddled up and kicked over my old Panhead. "Hey Chief...go fuck your mother, and fuck all your War Monger faggots while you're at it!"

I sped away. If this were a legitamte MC I wouldn't have said that. If they weren't a bunch of wannabe's trying to get on History Channel's "Gangland" show I wouldn't have said that. They're a bunch of losers who want me to beat people up for them and then fix their bikes. These guys are a bunch of fake thugs. I won't run from them, but I won't show up at any of their functions or bars anymore.

It felt good to say that, woulda felt better if I beat his ass.

Now you know...and here I am at Gators. Pull up a stool and order a beer. I fixate on the Marlins game and take a sip. Cue balls break in the background and the opening licks to "Gimme Shelter" creep out of the juke box speakers. The more I look around, the more I like this place. Beer's cold, old man keeps em commin, just locals playin pool and catchin a buzz on a summer night. Not bad.

I get up to take a leak and notice 4 guys at a round table laughing their asses off. They seem to be feeling no pain and they're not bothering anybody. When I passed someone muttered something...sounded like a British or Aussie accent "almost as big as a Road Pig"...These guys aren't War Mongers. They're real. I wan't no trouble, I have no fucking clue what a Road Pig is and they might not even be talking about me. I go back to my stool and they fade back into the dark corner of the bar.

Another mug waiting for me. Good bartender this guy is. Last beer then back to the shop to check on the pup and probably just crash on the couch.

I put it up to my lips and then I hear it. Standing in the doorway a group of guys "Whose piece of shit rice rocket did I just piss on outside? "

Chief and 4 other War Mongers, drunk and looking for it. Trouble will find me till the day I die. I put my beer down and keep watching the Marlins, thinking...more thinking.

"I said WHOSE-PIECE-OF-SHIT-RICE-BURNER-DID-I-JUST-PISS ON??...This bar belongs to the War Mongers now!"

I look over at the 4 in the corner and they don't find it funny, they think it's downright hysterical. They're giggling like children for Christ's sake.

"It's my bike you pissed on Chief, you remember me?"

"Nicky!! Ol pal o'mine..ol' pal ol' stupid fuck Nicky!!...This is a thing of beauty!"

"Yeah it is...c'mere I wanna tell you something."

[niknak96]

OK, ready for more!

[Trooper618]

keep it coming i am hooked

[PitViper]

Again the feeling of pins and needles in my hands, heat on the back of my neck. My anger has taken over and I love it. I feel my heart beating and can almost feel my blood flowing.

Anger has made me make some stupid mistakes before, but not tonight. As I approach Chief I make sure to walk around the bar 1st, don't step to him directly, this way I can peak outside and make sure these sorry son's a bitches only brought the 5 I can see. Coast is clear.

"You got something for me Nicky? I know you do..whatever is in your pockets, because now since this here is War Monger territory you're gonna have to pay ta--Grrrrppphhhh!!!!"

Before he could finish his drunken speach I got in arm's length and grabbed his throat, I muscled him sideways with one arm. The other 4 went from loostening and poppling their necks to a state of complete awe. Typical tough guy BS. He bent and turned purple, one hand on my forearm another going for his back pocket. 2 Started towards me, the other 2 ran for the pool table.

I launch Chief towards the 2 that have cues in their hands. 1 down, 2 getting back up slowly and 2 headed my way. These 2 are afraid already. They must be "hang arounds" and now they're gonna learn this club is bullshit. I step to them, pushing over 1 stool and throwing another into the closets' one chest "fuck!" He actually stopped to shake off the finger he jammed trying to catch the stool, "shhhhhit...my fuckin' hand man!..ahhhh ahhh AHHHHHH"...I grabbed his hand and squeezed as hard as I could, pulled him into my already chambered left knee.

"Cops are on their way! Take it outside!!" Sorry old man, I really didn't want this to happen this way.

A split second before impact his buddy jumps on my back and tries a rear naked choke on me. He's doing it wrong. My knee collides with lower side of his face and in an instant it's a crimson mist, then he drops almost lifeless. I let his hand go and he falls face 1st on the wooden floor. He's not dead. Hell he's actually on his hand's and knees "pik, pik, pik" sound of teeth spitting from his mouth and a puddle of blood under his face.

The stupid fuck on my back probably won't walk right after this. I run backwards and bang him against the bar, I can feel the air come out of him and he looses his grip. I grab him by the fringe of his sleevles denim and slam him to the ground. Sorriest excuse for a pile driver I've done in awhile. "C'mon man please..please I'm out, seriously I'm out" " No you arent." I grab his t-shirt and belt buckle, raise him up to about my forehead and crack him over my knee, "Owwwwww!!" he get's tossed onto the ground...and doesn't move "Now you're out fuckface!"

Place is clear, save for the 2 Mongers tending to Chief and the table of 4 way back in the corner.

"Get up".

"Son, please leave you've made your point"

"I said get up"


"Look man, listin to the old man, Chief is down and we don't want any more..."

He kept talking but at this point I was already breaking a jog, Cheif lay there on the ground coughing and making stupid noises. Another second and I woulda bought it.

About 2 feet away and I jump.."fuck you!" Berreta aimed at my groin, shot in between my legs in mid air. I realize I'm not hit and land my boot on his head. Gun goes flying across the floor, he lands up against the juke box and unbelievably tries to get to his feet. I keep running and land another boot to the stomach. Now he's limp, moaning and turning color. A boot to the gut will do that.

That was stupid. Too much time on him.

I turn to head back to Chief and his lacky and their gone. No sign of them.

In the split second I have to assess where I'm at it happens. The red and blue lights shine in from the window and I know the deal.
I'm standing in the middle of the bar. Just the moans of my enemy and "2 balls 1 strike for Chipper Jones" comming from the Marlins game.

"Put your Godamn hands behind you're head! You're under arrest".
I know the drill. My white tank top is soaked in War Monger blood and my fists look like they're practically dipped in it.

Shoulda stayed home and had a drink with Fixer.

Then I got dumber, the small one comes up to me with an open cuff and I put my hand on his throat and squeeze. "FREEZE!! PUT HIM DOWN OR YOU'RE DEAD!" heheh...ok. I didn't even squeeze too hard, it was really just my reaction. Reaction that's gonna cost me. I let them cuff me and once I'm cuffed his gun is holstered. I catch a night stick to the back of my knee's, which hurt like hell but I wouldn't show it. "That you're best?" They looked at each other...God I hate cops. "Let's just get this scumbag into the car".

As they walk me through the bar, I see a gunshot hole in the wall. Broken tables, stools, pool cues and EMTs tending to the War Mongers I just ruined.

Out onto the porch and down the stairs the humid Florida evening air hits my face and helps me understand the situation better. I feel the blood drying on my fists and and ripped tank top. Blue and red lights flash on the buidling walls and off the chrome of the random bikes parked outside.

Back door of the cruiser opens and for a second as I'm being crammed down into the back of the car I think of the damage I caused...and how fucking proud I was to inflict pain on those who tried to impose their will on me. Trouble follows me....and I know no other way.


As the door shuts and the cop calls it in over the radio I see the 4 who were in the corner. All of them, behind the police tape, smiling. He puts the cruiser in gear and one with a mohawk and yellow shirt gives me some half assed military salute and a grin.

Headed downtown....damnit I shoulda left food out for fixer.

[JohnnyAngel77]

This is a fun read man, very nice.

[Trooper618]

next chapter please

[PitViper]

Well, this has got to be the cleanest cell I was ever in. Not too much trouble round here on a Thurs night I guess. They let me get cleaned up a bit and took my prints. I was charged with assault and battery, assault on an officer, unlawful possession of a deadly weapon..for a small blade in my pocket, gimme a break. My favorite of the night, operating an unregistered motor vehicle. They took the KZ into impound.

"5'11, 220 short black hair, small scar on cheek, tattoo of a skull and pistons on left arm, tattoo that reads Fixer on right arm"

I hear them from the cell going over my stats, nothing new.

"Possession of anabolic steroids with intent to distribute, Christ...alot of assualt here. Receiving stolen merchandise, terroristic threats, unlawful possession of a firearm, unlawful possession with intent to harm others with a fucking crossbow? Oh Jimmy, the Judge is gonna have a field day with him tomorrow, wait'll he reads this shit!"

Yep, I have the pup's name tattooed on me. When I rescued him I made him priority. Fixer became a focal point for me. Something to keep me level headed, calm, out of places like this one. I figured I was due for new ink and as almost a gift to him and a reminder to myself I'd get his name tatted on my arm. I like it. Right now I feel like I let him down, I should be walking him like I told the people at the shelter I would. Instead I've abandon him for hrs now and screwed myself up again. Close my eyes, I see the judge at 9:00 AM, 8 hrs left.

"Rise and shine, you got company" I opened my eyes to see a different cop infront of the bars, behind him the clock read 10:00 AM. Why am I not in court? "Whose here?" The cop turned and left, what the fuck. "Hey! Officer! Hey, asshole! Who wants me??"

"
"Who else matey! Ya biggest fans!" Slender dude with long blonde pony tail-I remember him. "You were at the bar last night" "Yep, and we loved your work, makin short work o' dem loud moufs--I'm Buzza and the pleasua is awwwwl youws!"

"That so?" Another voice was comming from down the hall as Buzzer just stood there with his arms crossed in front of me.

"...next time have more chocolate donuts and clean this pig sty up! Haaaahah, how's our boy lookin Buzz?"

Next guy was another from the table last night. "Name's Monkeywrench and I hope my associate over 'ere hasn't done anything to piss ya off yet, has that effect on some people"

"You were both at the table in the corner last night. You saw the fight, there were 2 others. Why are you here"

"Perseptive bloke arentcha? Well yes, there were 2 more but between you and I? They ain't the sharpest tools in the shed so it's best they wait outside. Had to pull some strings to get in here ya know? Call in a favor you might say."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Allow me. Right mate, so it's obvious ya aint ridin' wif no one, and why would ya want to? All of em is girls round here anyway. Cept us of course, but then again..we ain't exactly just ridin. What's ya name by da way"

"Read his arm Buzz, his name if Fixer"

"Right then Fix, you ever heard of the Dreadnoks?"

"No. Should I have?"

"See we's doin sumfin right, no one knows! Ats prolly why Zartan has been so happy wit us lately cuz we never ever let.."

"Buzzer, go outside go check on Rip and Torch."

"But I was just sayin how Zar--"

"GO OUTSIDE!"

"He gets a little excited and when he saw you last night he's been a little too excited. Look, we ain't the War Mongers and we ain't like no one else. We ride yeah, but we work too. I called in a favor and followed you down here. You can sit in this cell, see your honor on Monday or you can take me up on an offer, I getcha outta this shithole and we talk...and plan."

"What are we planning?"

"Your future Fixer...your future."

I didn't mind them calling me Fixer. One guy was Buzzer, He was Monkeywrench and "Rip and Torch" were outside, apparently too stupid to be let into a Police Station. Who or what the fuck was a Zartan I'll worry about later. I just wanna get outta here.

"Ok, we'll talk maybe we'll plan"

"Right then, for now you getcha phone call and Officer Asshole o'er there says you can be out at 3 PM. We gotcha bail money. We gotcha a new scoot and it'll be outside at 3 PM...See ya then matey!"

"See ya then."

1 phone call. Gotta call someone to feed Fixer and take him out. Maybe the chick from last week.

3PM...this should be good.

[Exciter]

Man, I gotta say, I try my best to avoid fan fiction, and it was an accident that I started to read yours.

However, I just subscribed to this thread, so clearly I have been missing out.

Very entertaining reading. Keep it up.

[PitViper]

2PM.

I don't know what's gonna go down in an hr so I better take advantage of the telephone call now.

I'm outta here in an hr, you'd think they'd give me my damn cell phone back and let me use that. Instead I have this douchebag in a ma and pa precinct staring me down as I pick up the pay phone. Like to kick his ass too.

C'mon pick up..

"Hello?"

"Misty, it's Nicky..from the club about a week ago?"

"Nicky! I was trying to get in touch with you! I can't believe what happened I'm so sorry hun."

"The fight? It's no big deal I'm outta here in a bit."

"Fight, what fight? Honey your place is torched. I came by after my shift around 2 AM. It was out by then but it looked bad. I cried when the fireman told me about your dog."

"What about my dog."

"Oh honey I'm sorry" her voice was cracking and she started to cry, I felt it in my chest, then that awful feeling landed in my stomach.

"He's gone babe, he burnt in the fire, they couldn't get him out and..."

Click.

I shouldve never let that cocksucker go.

Where is 3 PM already.

2:45, I'm pacing in my cell, drop down do a few push ups then walk in circles some more.."COME ON ALREADY!"

I can't believe it, I can't believe after what I did to them they would have the balls to come at me like this "I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!"

"Let's go asshole your ride's here...nothing to sign just get the hell out"

The cell swings open and I walk down the hall, and head to the lobby. I can see Monkeywrench on his cell sitting on his custom. There is a V-ROD next to him. No one else.

"Ya made it mate, and here I am jus like I toldja"

"Hey, I don't know where we're going but before we do anything I need to stop home 1st and check something out"

"No problem, after that you follow me. Remember the bar? Gonna stay straight passed it and make your 1st left down that wooded road. There's a boat house and dock on the swamp. Follow me there from your place"

"Ok..let's go"

I give it ignition and see rumbles right up. My mind is going a mile a minute, I'm about to sit and I notice some switches on the throttle side of the bars.

"Hey what are these toggle switches?"

"Cloaking device, no worries she's disconnected."

Cloaking device? I don't care gotta get home. I don't care about the bike, I don't care how the hell they got me out of there, I don't care about the fact I'm still in someones dried blood and day old clothes and I don't care about the stripper I hung up on. I need to get home fast.

I put it in gear and rip out of the lot, Monkeywrench follows but keeps about a 2 bike distance the whole time. I have a feeling he's "observing" my riding and maybe making sure I'm not gonna make a fast break with a free bike.

My thoughts race and my mind is blank at the same time. I didn't catch one light and I feel like I can't even remember the 20 min ride when I pull up to the shop. It's black and burnt.

I kill my bike...and you know the rest.

"I'm ready"

"It's all gonna work out mate, always does for us. See ya at the spot..try and keep up!"

My mind is blank, my mouth is dry and my stomach is in knots. I don't even know where to begin with a thought. They got in, used my own gas and chemicals to start the fire, locked the place down and left. They knew the dog was in there.

Sure, if I was in there I could almost not blame em. You're at war with me! The dog had nothing to do with nothing. I can't imagine how his intelligent eyes mustve looked while he was filling up with smoke. How he dealt with being in that cage while the fires blazed. I'm so sorry Fixer. I'm so sorry I tried to reform myself and use you to do it. You paid the price for my anger and my scumbag ways. I wish I could feel your pain, I wish you knew how guilty I felt over this.

What kind of guy runs from a fight and then gets revenge by killing a defenseless dog?

The kind of guy that has the worst day of his short fucking life commin'. I swear to God, to Fixer and to everything else in this shitty world I'm going to kill Chief slowly.

I tried to change, I tried to ignore what I was and be something I can never be. All that did was hurt something innocent.

As Monkeywrench kicks up some dust and goes from 1st to 2nd I follow close behind. I can't get to the spot fast enough. I'm ready for whatever they have for me.

I just have to ask one favor in exchange for my eternal allegiance.

[The Delta]

great stuff man,can't wait to read more.

[Exciter]

If that's the end, it's a story well told.

But I really hope it keeps going.

[PitViper]

We rode single file onto the rickety pier into the boat house and killed the engines.

Nothing special, just a large wooden cabin with a CB Radio inside, open enough to park a few bikes, some chairs and what looked like a work bench with various crap littered on it.

Monkeywrench got off his bike, stretched and put his shades ontop of his head. "Ahhhh the halfway house mate! Look under the bench, should be a box with a pair jeans and a T under it for ya. Go back outside and theres a shower head on the side of the house...get cleaned up, you're worse then Road Pig."

Sounds like a plan.

I turn the valve and the low pressure warm water runs all over me. I look down and see the dried War Monger blood streaking down my legs. It's helping me remember and plan. I get cleaned up and dry off with a rag that was hanging on the pipe..better than nothin.

Into a pair of jeans that fit right, a black sleevless t-shirt a bit too tight and back into my worn Timberlands.

"Look much much better mate, now we can talk."

"Yeah I got stuff I gotta say"

"You wanna kill the War Mongers, we wanna kill the War Mongers, we're gonna kill the bloody War Mongers, how's that?"

"That's perfect"

"You have any...ehhh..military training?"

"No"

"Ever handle a machine gun?"

"Yeah once, just target shooting."

"Good, you're gonna learn. Fixer ya gonna learn all sorts o things. I see youre pretty good with the Hong Kong Phooey hocus pocus hands hahah"

Monkeywrench doing his best "fist of fury" imitation.

"Hmmmph" My arms crossed, I chuckle, it was the 1st time I had an emotion aside from disgust and anger in days. I still listin intently.

"Yeah you can say that, I've had my share of brawls and some martial arts training"

"Now 'ats good to know! Big cheese and you already got somethin in common!"

"Big cheese?"

"He's away on business right now, down in the Gulf but you'll meet em. I contacted him as soon as I saw ya in action and he personally put me in charge of...drafting you. Which is why I'm up your arse now."

"Who the fuck are you guys? Another MC? I mean come on man you bail me out like nothing. You talk about cloaking devices, a leader in the Gulf, if I know how to use a machine gun, can't you just talk fuckin straight to me?"

"Hahaha..yep. We're the Dreadnoks. Outlaw MC, mercenaries for hire, Cobra affiliated and not to be fucked with, AND my friend we want you to be one of us!"

"That so?"

"Yes mate yes! Not only that, we want to murder those mother whorin' War Mongers as much as you do!"

"Then why didn't you help?"

"Ever hear the story about the bull askin his ol' man about runnin' down the hill and fuckin a cow?..It woulda worked like that. What's the point of killin Chief and some punks then, when we can wait a bit and kill em all?"

There's some static comming through the CB radio and I see Monkeywrench squint and listin, he breaks eye contact with me for the 1st time since we've been in the boat house.

"So you gonna tell me what you got against the War Mongers?"

"Sure mate. Well for one, their flyin colors and aint kickin up to us. They came out of nowheres with no bloody persmission and lastly, listin good here Fix...lastly every single cheeky bastard who wants to fly colors, ride a bike and operate underground from here to L.A. has to pay for the privledge. War Mongers don't."

I smile because I know we're on the same page and I'm begining to see a light at the end of this tunnel. Maybe as crazy as this all sounds, maybe..I found a home.

"Quite frankly I hate those lil pricks anyway so it will just be--"

Then again out of the CB radio, more white noise followed by a clear, slightly muffled speaking voice.

PSSSSSHHHHHTTT BEEP! BEEP!

"Copperhead to boathouse"

"G'head Copperhead, Monkeywrench copys"

"Bout a mile away and will be switching to idle speed at the 1/4 mile marker"

Monkeywrench holds the mic to his chest and peaks out the window as more white noise comes through the speaker.

"Boat on it's way?"

I get the "1 minute" hand gesture, still he's lookin out the window.

"Copy 'at Copperhead, we'll be waiting on the dock"

"Recieved, Copperhead out"

"So we're on the same page then?"

"Sounds like it...fuck..what do I got to lose?"

"An' everything to gain matey"

Monkeywrench gives me a pat on the shoulder and a look in the eye. I get the feeling if I fuck up, it's his ass. Which is good for him, because the minute I knew War Mongers would die? I chose to not fuck up.

"Let's go..rides gonna be here soon"

I stand outside on the dock, watching the Crane fly by the still swamp water. It's picture perfect. A small island dead ahead seperates the swamp into two seperate canals.

I hear it 1st...it sounds like a mix of a helicopter and the idle of a Top Fuel dragster.

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Then from the left side canal I see it...green, armed out of it's ass and looks fast standing still.

"What the fuck is that?!"

"'Ats a Water Mocasin! An it's the meanest bloody thing to come atta this swamp! Next ta Dreadnoks of course!"

The hulking yet sleek looking boat starts turning around and gliding backwards to the dock..even at an idle I gotta put my head down with that damn fan on the ass of it.

Monkeywrench yells into my ear "Hop on and hold on...time ta meet the family, gotta survive em 1st!! Haha..HAHAHA"

I get a slap on the back and I can see he's as happy as a pig in shit to get on this thing. He climbs into the turret and he's all grins.

I can barely see the driver. I assume that's "Copperhead". All I can see is the top of his helmet at this point.

I jump on the side and Monkeywrench gives me a grin and a wave just like a little kid would. He loves this...and for the 1st time in a few days, I'm shitting in my pants.

I take a seat on the side and we idle out of there. Just as we pass the island I see Copperheads arm come out. He holds his index finger up and gestures in a circular motion.

The fan kicks on and it seems the entire hull comes out of the water a few feet. My body is vibrating and theres a knot in my stomach. It's a slow take off and then I'm forced to keep my head down.

The white wake and smell of swamp water and deafining sound of a Chevy 350 with open headers and a worked cam is all I take in.

Wherever we're going, we're going fast.

Time to meet the family.

[Trooper618]

this is some good shit man keep it coming

[PitViper]

We got back down to idle speed and Copperhead pulled us close to the small dock. Monkeywrench hopped out and bent over extending a hand. I got up on to the dock and looked around, looked like an island with a camp on it. Nothing much.

"Where the hell are we? Cuba? Long ride"

"Heheh, nah mate you're at headquarters we stay hidden back here and got all sorts a stuff goin on, come on we do a quick meet and greet then get down to the nitty gritty."

Down to the nitty gritty, I know that's gonna be interesting.

We walk across the dock down a ramp onto some pavement, no doubt paved for motorcycles and head to the 1st large building which looks like a 3 bay garage.

So out here in the middle of a swamp they have what seems to be a pretty damn elaborate garage. I'm both shocked and impressed. Don't get me wrong the outside is a pretty delapidated brick building, but inside? 2 bays, 1 with an auto lift, 1 with a few bike lifts and the last one is over the water with something parked inside that looks like a mix of a small boat and a helicopter.

There are a few cabins and smaller buildings to both the right and the left, kinda like a make shift culdesac.

We walk inside and I see Buzzer on a milk crate working on a Harley.

"Hey hey hey, da prodigal son!"

"What's up Buzzer."

I put out my hand and he gets up to greet me with a hand shake that turns into a one armed hug.

"Nada much matey, ready to slug it out wif the best a da least?"

Slug it out?

"Uhhh..slug it out the code word for meet everyone?"

Monkeywrench goes into the shop office and I hear rummaging around, file cabniets being opened and slammed...."I just saw the bloody things..."

"Nah Fix, slug it out means we gotta pit ya against a few a us and....make sure"

I understand.

"Sounds like fun. I mean after no sleep, jail time, my dog gettin killed and all"

"Hey mate, all jokes aside I really am sorry bout cha' place an a pup too..sorry mate, sorry"

He put his head down and I couldn't tell if he was saying what he thought he was supposed to say or if he was serious.

He wrapped his arms around me and patted my back. I could tell he might not be playing with a full deck, but I do believe that he felt bad for me. I didn't feel so alone. I looked at him and in that instant thought..yeah, I'd fight for you.

Monkeywrench came back out of the office and under hand tossed a pair of black fingerless MMA gloves at me.

"Found em, have at em Fix"

"I need these?"

"Yeah I don' wantcha bustin' up ya knuckles and I'm sure no one wants bare fists on a face. Had to pay these guys a bonus ta do this ya know. Well, everyone cept Road Pig. Told him he'd get a movie night with Zarana if he did. Which is more an likely BS hehehe!"

Again with Road Pig! I can't wait to meet this guy already.

"Ok, whatever man lets just get this part of it over with"

"Right, an afterwards...it's gonna be pretty nice man. We'll find your strongest point an outfit ya for it!"

He tosses me a bottle of water and I follow him past a small cabin right on the water.

"All started in this here little one...can't go in there till later though"

Looks small and run down...then again everything around here is turning out to be pretty damn deceptive.

We walk through some mud and get to small flat grassy area behind the cabins.

"Aye Wrench aye Fix!"

"Ripper you got em commin'?"

"Yes sir Wrench, on their way and Torch did the honors!"

Torch is crouched down messing with the Oxygen tank on his back pack. I take it the large circle of burnt and flattened grass is what he meant by doing the honors.

Ripper approaches me and gives me a stiff upper lip grin and extends his hand. "Hope ya do well mate, love ta work wit cha' sometime"

"Thanks"

"Me name's Torch, saw ya work, brilliant stuff mate."

"Thanks Torch.."

We shake hands and before I can let go he tightens his grip and leans inwards..

"'Tween you an I? 1st guy is total wanker, bust em up!"

"I'll try my best Torch"

I give him a smile, velco up my gloves and take a sip from the bottle.

Monkeywrench puts his fingers in his mouth and gives a loud whistle.

"A few more spectators should be commin'..The fighters will come out one atta time for a few rounds then, I ain't gonna lie to ya..it's gonna get hairy. When they tap or leave the area--they're done. Can't have ya killin our guys."

"Ok" Now I have pre-fight jitters and Im getting antsy.

"Aintcha worried bout what happens if ya lose?"

"Not gonna lose"

"Heheh..atta boy" I get a love slap on the shoulder and he walks away.

I see a few more line up against the 2 sections of picket fence that stand there randomly.

Monkeywrench points and runs off names quickly.

"You'll get the formal BS later...That's Burnout, ya know Ripper, know Buzzer, 'ats Gnawgyhide, the little princess is Zanya, 'ats Storm Rider..last new guy 'fore you, little lady is Zarana and uhhh...her brother Zandar is here...somewhere I'm sure. Last guy you know is Copperhead an the rest ain't around."

I give a wave similar to what a boxer does when his name is announced. I get some claps from Ripper and Torch and a "Lets see a good fuckin' fight!" from Burnout.

"Ok!! 3 min rounds, then last man standing! No holds barred!"

He looks at me and I nod "ok"

"First fighter...enter the area!"

Here he comes from behind the cabin out onto the grass, big dude. Looks way too confident..and slightly ridiculous. I can hear the other 'Noks giggle and talk quietly.

He enters the burnt grass area and pops his neck, clinches his fists and spits in my direction. That stupid shit already made me mad.

"Who are you? Jack fuckin' Sparrow?"

" No. Morgan fucking Teach..but you can call me Zanzibar!"

"Ready!" Monkeywrench points to me "Ready!" same for Zanzibar.

"Then let's rumble!!"

Round 1, here we go...

[PitViper]

"Come on no Fixer, prove ya' self!!"

"Let's go Zanzibar, earn ya f'in' keep fa' once!"

Heckling and holler'n just like an old time fight.

Zanzibar approaches me in real linear movements, he steps forward and steps back.

Me, I do my thing, guard up boxer's stance, stay focused and watch his upper body.


WHAM..WHAM!

Sonuvabitch jabs like a pro, caught 2 lefts to the bridge of my nose. His form is like a pro, his impact didn't do anything but make me mad.

"Yeah baby! Mix it up on his ass!" I hear Burnout from the background, then he gets drowned out by the rest of them getting rowdy. I haven't thrown a punch yet. C'mon, gimme something to work with.

He starts with the jabs again, perfect. He throws a left, I parry that to the side with my right, jump up and crack him on the side of his head with a left.

He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Oooooohhh!!!!!....10 to 1 on Fixer endin' this thing right now!" "I got that bet," "Yeah me too!"

The pirate is on his knees and out of respect I give him a second and keep my guard up. That was stupid. I move in slow and he grabs my leg and throws me up, I land on my back.
"Oooof!!" Next thing he's on top of me. Wailing at my head but it's sloppy and uncontrolled. He's still feeling it from the shot I gave him before. I get his arm extended and try for a triangle hold.

"Th-Th-think you're gonna ch-choke me oouut?"

"Grrr..I know I am"

"Ok then..I'm ack..I'm out!"

I let him out of it and get to my feet. He does the same thing, only he pulls out a long dagger from his boot.

"I never said nuthin' bout bein out Wrench, dis punks lyin!"

"Oooohhhhh!!! Dat's no fair Zanzibar! 'taint sportsman like attall!...Fair fightin' ya cheeky bastard!"

His dagger slices and whirs through the air. I just keep dancing and backing up. Now I can see why his fighting style was so linear. This guy is actually fencing. Either he's a real damn pirate, or he's seen too many movies. Can't think about it, he's damn fast with the blade and it looks sharp.

WHIR WHIR WHIR...now he's just getting sloppy and gassing his own punk ass out.

WHIR! Caught it!

I catch his blade hand and open him up, he comes across with a sloppy high punch, I duck, come up and throw everything I got into a straight punch into his ribs. I know I cracked it.

"I'M OUT!!!!"

The minute I felt that rib pop he screamed, dropped the knife and again fell to his knees.

This time I keep my foot on the blade and grab his pony tail. "You sure you're out this time!? You sure or are you ready for a haircut"

In winded, high pitched cracked breathe "I'm out mate, you win...you win"

I let him go and back up. I admit I like the applause and ovation I get from my peers.

"Well done mate! Ready for round 2!"

"Yeah I'm ready bring him out and lemme...Oooof!!!"

Something wrapped around my ankles! Dropped me onto the ground face first...legs stuck together..what the fuck is going on here!?

Vision is blurred and now the screaming is intense..gotta get to my feet..gotta get to that dagger.

Startin' Round 2 with my head burried in the ground and I have no clue what the hell is going on, not good...

[Trooper618]

Wow this good stuff. Me like.

[The Delta]

need more

[PitViper]

Wow this good stuff. Me like.

need more

Glad you guys are digging it, more comming soon!

[The Delta]

Must.....read.....more!!!!!!

[niknak96]

What's next, what's next?!

[Lifeline 71]

Good stuff so far, PV. Can't wait to read more!

[PitViper]

Thanks guys! I PROMISE more will be up this weekend...busy week!

[PitViper]

"Stay Princess, staaaaay. Good girl"

I spun around to grab Zanzibar's dagger and in one fluid tumble got to my ass. Above me was a dude who looked like a cross between a Luchador and someone Batman would fight. He held the whip that was about to be cut away from my ankles. I kept my eyes straight ahead and leaned forward...

"Ahhh!! Holy Shit!!"

The laughing from my soon to be bretheren was uncontrollable and I was frozen stiff, scared shitless and..and...

"She won't bit unless I tell 'er to!...don't be a pussy! Cut the damn line and stand up!"

About 2 feet to the left of him was the biggest Goddamned gator I had ever seen in my life. It stared right at me. Directly. It's mouth...uhhh.."her" mouth was 1/4 of the way open. I was still frozen.

"Gonna be a man or lay there like a slack jawed faggot?"

"I'm good"

Ah!!! Hahahahahahaha!!" "He said I'm good!! Whhhooooo hooo!!...Hahahaha

A 6ft super villian with a 8 ft gator next to him while I'm tied up and my "family" is laughing at me. Good stuff.

"Strike one! Princess? Advance!"

She took a few steps towards me. I felt like passing out when I saw her massive head getting closer, her claws almost looked fake as they took the rest of her gliding across that burnt grass. Then she stopped and never moved her jaws from where they were. I frantically cut the whip and backed myself up. The dude holding it just threw his end on the ground. I backed up to about the fence post and got to my feet, just staring down at the beast that was staring up at me. Still the dagger in my trembling hands, I'm not gonna lie this is fucking scary.

"Princess? Advance hard!"

The gator was comming at me fast and when I started to turn and walk around the outskirts of the circle she held her same pace.

"What the fuck! Call it off!!..I'm not fuckin around!!"

More howls and laughter. I held the dagger out as if it would do anything to this damn thing.

"Not an it, she..is a her and she's my best breeder and most well behaved, if I brought a different one here, you'd be dead already"

"O-ok, well what's the drill here!? She's just gonna friggin follow me??"

"Princess! Halt!"

The guy in the mask wasn't kidding when he said well behaved. She followed his every command and acted just like a well trained dog. Now he approached, but I didn't take my eyes off Princess. She was about 2 feet away. He stepped over her and stood over her head.

"Good you're not running away...he's keepin' his composure Wrench, he'll be alright"

"You're the expert on this Croc Master, do ya think he can be Dreadnok tough even in the face of a beast like that?"

Monkeywrench kept his distance, but yelled back to Croc Master. Now I was using context clues...this was a drill to see if I could keep my composure against something.."different".
I kept my head down staring at her while they shit talked back and forth, just as I raised my head up...SLAP!

He open palm slapped me across the face with his left. I kept staring down at Princess...SLAP! Now he did the same with his right hand across my face.

"C'mon, think you can fight back with her there? C'mon..try, try it for me..try"

I stood there and stared at him, my eyes wide open and my heart racing. I don't know what to do.

"Princess? Back!"

I felt her slide on the inside of my leg and watched from over his shoulder as she casually made her way across the burnt grass.

"I don't need her anyway, I am her"

"Yeah, you're a fucking girl alright!"

I threw a knee into his groin and it backed him up, now we were in the center of the grass and the cheering started up again.
He moved like a wrestler, keeping his arms out, his head up and his upper body low, we circled each other.

"Come now, quite dancing and fight!!"

I watched for the gator and that was my mistake. The second I took my eyes off of him he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me. We were down on the ground in no time.

"Death roll!!!"

This freak was right, he actually fights like a gator!

We take to the ground and whether he knows it or not, he's pretty proficient at Jiu Jitsu...I tumble with him awhile and give the crowd their money's worth.

I broke his guard and get back to my feet. He tries to jab and succeds, lands one on my nose.

"Haha..I got more for ya too.."

"Oh yeah? How about when I'm done with you I treat myself to some gator tail and new luggage?"

"Why you sonuvabitch!"

Anger will make you do stupid shit. He lunged in and I took my chance, a quick left jab followed by a right cross-WHAM! WHAM!!
His arms flailed back in circular motions as he trotted backwards across the burnt grass. I stood my ground.
Then he stopped, adjusted his mask and walked to the center of grass.

"Wrench?"

Monkeywrench just nodded in approval.

"Princess? Come!"

I looked at Monkeywrench, then Croc Master who seemed to have shaken off my little combo like it was nothing. I wonder...did I hurt him? Or was this whole round just a sham?

He came close to me with Princess at his side and spoke to me in a very personal tone. Still gravel throated, but almost easy and quiet.

"You..you're good. A skilled fighter with an animal can make mince meat of the best of em. Don't hesitate and run backwards next time. Hold your ground or make an exit, understand?"

"I don't know"

Now his voice got a little louder, like he was almost annoyed.

"Mutt and Junk? Law and Order? Hell, Spearhead and Max...you could tangle with all of em, and trust me, they're gonna come at you as a team. They'll have your number...we got theirs."

He squatted down and petted Princess on the head, speaking to her in tones that you would to a dog. Like I would to Fixer...quite, low, and with approval.

"Whose a good girl? Whose a good Princess?"

I stood there catching my breathe taking it all in, then the Nok called Gnawgyhyde walked around almost to the fight area.

"Dats a nice trophy and some good meat there ya got Crocs"

"Oh yeah? Keep talking asshole, my pup hasn't had scumbag in a long time, too long"

Gnawgyhyde's face changed from confident to fearful and he got lost behind the other Noks again.

Croc Master hooked up his leash to her collar and walked away.
I stood in the center of the fight area, surving another round and waiting for my next.

[Trooper618]

excellent

[PitViper]

"Come on now, nuff pussy footin' lets get it goin'"

I hear Ripper from the sidelines and the rest of them are growing a bit restless as well.

Me? Well that last round was almost surreal. I'm tired. My body hurts, I just had a conversation with a guy who trains and talks to Aligators and now...now it's starting to rain.

I control my breathing and look up at the now gray sky with tinted green. The thunder comes rolling in and with it a breeze. Feels good. The light raindrops feel good too.

Monkeywrench makes his way to the front of my area.."Ok and now we got...."

I hear it, sounds like a monster truck pulling 1st gear. Vrrooom...VRRRROOOOOOO...VRRRRROOOOOOOOM!!!!

What the fuck is that?! Trans-Am from Hell!.

I hear Buzzer talking in a disgusted and somewhat concerned voice to his mates...

"An dats why this kid could fuck up a wet dream! He don't listin and he don't care"

A huge hulking machine in the distance that looks like something from out of Mad Max drives through swamp water up to the top of it's tires, makes its way out onto the main drag and heads for our area.

No one seems to be suprised and at this point I've learned to expect anything.

It's getting closer, the off road lights shine through the gray and rain. Roaring, slipping sideways and finally braking, it slides to the burnt part of the grass and kills the engine. Now it's raining harder. I give a quick look to the fence, Zarana and Zanya are gone.

A younger one climbs out of the "car" then leans back in and pulls out what looks like a lacrosse stick from Star Wars. His look fits the ride. Jet black hair with a green streak, spiked and armored gear and an attitude I can see from a a mile away. He walks with a full of himself swagger and gets in arms length.

"I'm Thrasher, thats the Thunder Machine and you're dead!"

"Let's make it quick junior, I've been at this for too long now"

"Oh I'll make it quick!"

He swings the stick like a baseball bat for my head and I duck and lunge in, I take him down quickly. He's strong I'll give him that, I have a hard time setting him up for some ground and pound.

I hear the clapping and cheering from my mates grow stronger.
The ground is wet, elbows get smashed into faces, grunts, blood, sweat. The smell of lingering exhaust from the kid's ride in the thick swamp air...and now heavy rain.

This kid is good, I keep setting up for knee on belly, ready to hammerfist and he just keeps kicking and swinging. I don't think I landed a clean one yet.

"Dude you're fuckin weak! I trained with Zartan motherfucker!"

"Good, now how's about staying still so I can knock you out??"

"Ahhhhh..AHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!!!"

I feel a hand on my back and the next thing you know I go sliding across the slick burnt grass and land up against the car.
What the fuck. I wipe the sweat, rain and blood from my eyes and...and that must be Road Pig.

"Awww wat da fuck mate! You was supposed to wait till Thrasha was done ya dope!"

"Nah it's alright Buzz, let em go. Now we see for certain."

Monkeywrench watching intently, soaked along side the core group at this point.

Big dude, bigger than me with a white crew cut and a blood red line around his head. Spiked black football shoulder pads and what looks like a cynder block on a bat...and he's fucking furious.

"Hey asshole! I had this thing covered!"

"Shaddap kid!..He's mine now!"

"You mean ours"

"No I mean if you want ta be next, stay right here...you walk your ass behind that fence!!"

Just Road Pig and me, looks like thats it for Thrasher.

He holds his arms out and roars at me...I can't fucking belive this, you arent gonna make it this easy are you?

Yup, he starts running in my direction and I get to my feet, he brings his weapon down over his head and tries to smash me

"Ahhhh AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" BANG!!!

I ducked to the side and he got a nice piece of the Thunder Machines hood. I can hear Thrasher in the distance "You're paying for that you fucking douchebag!!"

He's strong but slow, I work his midsection and try boxing him, his ribs arent as fragile as Zanzibar's.

"Nice try punk"

He drops the bat and grabs me by my hair. I didn't expect hair pulling and I didn't expect him to drop an over head fist down on my back. WWE style...I dropped right to the ground. I'm starting to drift...exhaustion is setting in, can't show it.

He picks me up by my shirt and cocks back to throw a punch as I just stood there weary.

Here it comes. Time it...time it.

Swing and a miss! BANG!

"OOWWWWWW!!! FUCK!"

He threw that right to KO me, I duck and that type writer sized fist of his went right into the top roll bar of the Thunder Machine.

I'm not taking him to the ground yet. I swift kick to the nuts, followed by another, and another and we're back in the center of the ring. He's feeling those. I keep my guard up and muster up the last energy I have.

The pouring rain is keeping me cool and the applause from the Dreadnoks is like fuel.

Road Pig is having a hard time breathing and his hand looks like ground beef.

"I-I sw-swear to G-G-God I'm gonna fucking k-kill you"

"Gotta think if it didn't happen yet, it aint happening today...hope we can be friends after this"

I keep my left hand up to guard my head and take chances getting inside and throwing uppercuts to his jaw. I land 2 that cock his head back and follow with a left cross. He backs up about 5 feet and I follow. I'm sure he broke his hand and the pain is killing him.

He swats slow and clumsy with his good hand and I back up. His face is streaking blood and rain.

"Come on, I can do this" Road Pig trying to convince himself, usually a bad sign.

"No shame in it brother..."

"I ain't your brother"

We keep our distances and stances.

"Not yet, but soon"

He pops his neck and attempts to come in, just then I hear it. We all hear it. The unmistakable sound of a jet engine over head and it's low.

"Time!" Monkeywrench calls out and we all look up at the sky. Can't see much excpet the blinking white and red lights through the clouds. It's overhead, it may have hovered or went by very slow, now it's passing again.

"Those bloody cocksuckers."

"That who I think Wrench?"

"Yep Torch, probably"

Under his breathe with his head still to the sky he mumbles "Those mother whoring wanker cocksuckers"

"Should we shoot at it!?"

"No Ripper! We aint doin nothing and neither are they, takin pictures or something, being nosey cuz they ain't got shit else to do"

Monkeywrench flips it the bird and spits. I can hear it pick up speed and take off, the sound of the turbines crack the sky.

"What was that?"

"Guessin' it was a Sky Hawk, Fixer"

"Sky Hawk as in the crazy shit G.I.JOE has?"

"I toldja we take work for Cobra right? Damn right it's G.I.JOE. They aint got nuthin better ta do then recon. Take pictures and bust our balls. They're lettin us know, we know, they're watchin. And they can go fuck 'emselves cuz they ain't bested us in a loooong time"

I could see the sincere hatred for whatever that was in the sky through all of their faces.

"Fights over, you won. Let's get cleaned up, get some beers and burgers and set you up. We still got War Mongers to take care of...good job Fixer, we're proud of you."

It was just him and I next to the Thunder Machine in the rain. Everyone else left. I stood in front of him with a feeling of accomplishment. I knew I had everyones approval and for the first time in years and years, I liked that.

"One last thing Wrench"

"What's that mate"

"Can we do the War Mongers thing after I take a fuckin nap?"

"Heheh--yeah mate, you deserve that much"

I got a pat on the back and stiff upper lipped smile

"Get in, we'll take the kids car back to shop"

I hopped in and he hit the ignition. It felt good to sit and relax as we idled down the dirt road in the middle of a swamp. Pulling up to the garage they were all there. A grill under the awning, 2 kegs and every member of the team I had just met was in the garage bay keeping dry and enjoying themselves.

I opened the passenger door and swung both legs out. Before I could even get inside the clapping, whistling and cheering was overwhelming,It stopped me in my tracks.

"Da newest member of the Dreadnoks!! FIXER!!!"

Buzzer ran outside and gave me a shake, pulling me in to a hug...I got shakes, hugs, fist bumps and Zanya held out a plate with a burger and potatoe salad on it, handed me a beer and walked away.

"Sit down mate! Relax the hard parts over! You're a Dreadnok now!"

[Trooper618]

just keeps getting better

[The Delta]

can't wait till the next chapter,this is some of the best stuff i've read in a long time.

[PitViper]

just keeps getting better

can't wait till the next chapter,this is some of the best stuff i've read in a long time.

Thanks guys, glad you're enjoying it, more to come soon enough!

[The Delta]

DAMN,I need a fix of fixer,lol.

[Rich_JJ]

When I read the 1st post, I was thinking this was something that actually happened to you...got me real mad real fast.

Great writing, keep it up, this is some of the best fan fic I've read. Hope the story doesn't end anytime soon!

[PitViper]

When I read the 1st post, I was thinking this was something that actually happened to you...got me real mad real fast.

Great writing, keep it up, this is some of the best fan fic I've read. Hope the story doesn't end anytime soon!

Thanks man!

And to everyone else don't worry...more's a' commin!!

Thanks so much for diggin' it!

[ChevyMel]

Wow Just Freaking AWESOME !!!!!!!!!

[WeaponXCustoms]

wow, great work man, Ive always hated the Noks up to this point, now I want some, damn you so good

[niknak96]

BUMP for an update!

[PitViper]

Guys, thank you SO MUCH for the interest and appreciation!! I promise to get some up soon! Been crazy with the holiday shopping and all.

Gimme a week or less!

[WeaponXCustoms]

Guys, thank you SO MUCH for the interest and appreciation!! I promise to get some up soon! Been crazy with the holiday shopping and all.

Gimme a week or less!

you do it now, do it now I say!

[PitViper]

These guys might party, but I'll tell ya, they don't miss a beat!

We did our little "initiation" party last night and I barely drank. Torch, Ripper and Buzzer on the other hand were pounding beers and shots like they were goin out of style, and they are are outside wrenching on bikes and getting stuff "ready".

Above the 3 bay shop there's an attic or makeshift studio apartment complete with a stand up shower, hot water and a bed. It was all I needed to get my marbles back.
That, and the nice long chat I had with Zach..though he prefers Zandar. Quite kid, soft spoken. We had a nice chat just about life and Dreadnok life, said he would see me in the morning and..

"Ya dressed?"

"Yup c'mon up"

A few footsteps over the whir of the air tools and compressor down stairs and he walks in the narrow doorway and stands in front of the bed I'm sitting on tying my shoelaces. He drops a duffel bag in front of me.

"Check it out man"

"What is it?"

"Check it out!"

I put my hand in and felt my fingers wrap around plastic or something. I began to pull it out of the bag..

"Whoa...that's a crossbow!"

"Hell yes it's a crossbow, my old one! PSE Tactical! Complete with scope, red dot, AR-15 grips and a few special features I added. Yours now man, I wanted you have it!"

"Zach..Zandar. I don't know what to say man, thanks."
"After talking to you last night and hearing that you used a crossbow before I thought this would be for you. You seemed on the money...and..well...I like you Fixer. I asked Monkeywrench if I could personally outfit you with a weapon before the War Monger raid"

I just gave him a grin and a hug. This kid is different than everyone ele. He can almost be "soft" in comparison to the other guys, but he's no slouch. I can tell he's got heart and thats what matters to me.

I follow him down the steps and back out to the burnt grass area where I had my fights. There are already targets set up and some watter jugs. A few crates by the old fence as well.

"Ok, Fix, 1st things 1st. Let's try a single shot, load it up and hit any of the targets you see out there"

I count 5 large round targets and look to the furtherst one on the side. Damn, loading this thing is too damn easy. Arrows just kinda slide back without effort.

I take a breathe, scope it out and FFFFFTTTTT!

"Bullseye! Nice work Fix!!"

"Wow, this thing is no friggin joke Zandar!"

"Ok, time for the good part. See the red button under the trigger? In the crate theres what looks like 2 fireworks. They're actually small rockets...here gimme it."

He digs out 2 rockets, they're about a foot long and the snap right into the frame of the PSE.

"This weapon is a 2 in 1 Fixer."

"Right, rockets and arrows"

"Right, rockets disable the vehicle, arrows to the neck kill the escaping driver or passenger"

"I see."

"Disable the vehicle Fix."

The PSE is now loaded with an arrow and 2 rockets. I put my eye to the scope and take a breathe. Disable the vehicle Fixer...
Ssssshhhhhhhtttttt....BOOM!!!

"Holllllly shit!"

I can hear some applause in the background from the guys working in the shop. Doubt they're watching, but you had to hear that one!

Zandar just stood there smiling, proud of what had just happend.

I took out the 1st target and when she blew, she took out 2 more next to it. Wow.

"Aim up and kill the driver Fixer...KILL THE DRIVER!"

His personality changed for a second and he seemed to be lost in what was happening.

I aimed again, quicker this time...FFFFFTTTTTTTT!

The arrow traveled through the smoke and flames and when we ran around the back to see the target? I was less than an inch from the bullseye. That's a kill.

"An that's a fuckin kill Fixer! Or we atleast slow it down enough to catch and then kill it!! Crossbow is yours man, time to get some armor, check out the bikes and have Wrench brief us on the raid. Looks like the time has come"

He pats me on the back and we walk back to the shop. I see Monkeywrench standing in front of the door of the office waving me in.

"Let's go boys, big night tonight...How ya feelin' Fixer."

"After that? I feel like whippin some ass!"

"Gonna whip it, beat it, shoot it with an Uzi, steal it's bikes and money...ow's that sound matey?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Take a seat in the shop, we're goin to war Fixer.".

[niknak96]

Great stuff, thanks!

[Trooper618]

well worth the wait.quality over speed.

[WeaponXCustoms]

need more! :)

[The Delta]

keep up the great writing man.

[PitViper]

PART II: War Mongers

"Aright aright, shut up, 'n sit down. Most 'a ya knew dis for months now but for those wit shit in their ears listin up!"

Everyone except the girls, Croc Master and Copperhead were in the garage and they were rowdy. I was nervous.

Monkeywrench again was the ringleader. He stood in the middle of all of us and put a stand with a poster sized photo of a run down warehouse in the middle of the weeds on top of one of the motorcycle lifts.

"Here it is, the War Monger club house."

Again, these guys for as rowdy as they are? When it comes to it, all business. No one spoke and everyone looked at the large photographs intently when Wrench spoke. Not a word. In between Monkeywrench's voice you could here the hum of electricty and the occasional motor of the air compressors.

"There are exits on all sides of the building with a double door at the rear exit which leads directly into the woods, an whatever swamp it might got back there."

He pointed and circled the rear area with a marker. "This is what we gotta be careful about. Chances are deez fucks know the way back there, so we don't want em escapin through the woods? Got it?"

In unison everyone gave a grunt, a "yea" and a head gesture.
"We got the intel that tonight they got some shin dig goin on, we gonna crash that party"

"FUCK YEAH!!"

"Settle Ripper, settle."

"Aright this is the roster, the rest of you are to stay here wit an eye to da sky for that Goddamn Sky Hawk. I don't want to hear any BS bout who goes and who stays, ya knew for months. They're only 70 strong max. This is a core group job and we can't have the Joes seein' a desolate camp."

I don't even have to ask, I know I'm on the roster.

"Me..Fixer..Rip..Torch..Buzz..Zandar 'n Pig. That's all"

"When are we leaving"

"1 hour Road Pig, 1 hour from now the 7 of us will be taken inland by Copperhead. When we get to the boat house there will be a truck there. Straight job, jet black and chrome..it'll be the only truck there so look for it. The bikes will be there too. Road Pig is gonna ride shotgun in the truck. Everyone knows their bikes. Fixer gets the V-Rod and Zandar is on the 'Busa."

"Hehe--he ridin' a Jap bike again!"

"Ripper I could outride you on a tricycle, never mind a Hayabusa. Shut up...stupid."

"Quite down!..All a yas!"

It got quite again and then Monkeywrench walked behind the lift and kicked a few crates.

"In here is ya kevlar vests and side arms. Back 'a the truck got your 'Nok tools. On the ride up we dont want no trouble or Johnny Five slowin' us down. Everyone is gonna be in your black leather sportin' the rocker with the vest on underneath. Everyone gets a pistol for the ride up. Back of the truck is also stocked with a few mini-uzi's and a few saw'd off Remingtons. You can chose what ya want when we get there, but don't take long, got it?"

Same mutual agreement again.

"Also, in the back of that truck is the chopper we finished. I worked my magic and it's a rolling bomb. Both cylinders are filled with C-4. We will head up the interstate and get off towards Daytona. At that point wait for the truck to catch up and follow it. He's gonna pull off about a 1/4 mile down the road of the club house. Road Pig will wheel the C4 Bike with Zandar to about 50 yards of the front door. Road Pig will head back to the truck and Zandar is gonna stay hidden closer to them. When Road Pig gets to us, he'll give a signal to Zandar. Z will then fire a single shot to bring a few of those pricks near the bike. Once they come check out the gunshot and the bike, he'll signal back and I'll hit the switch for the boom. We all follow? Good? Good."

"So dats it den Wrench lets go n kill deez lousy fucks!"

"Let's go kill em Buzzer."

In unison everyone got off of their chair and cheered.

"Hey hey hey!...Quiet, few last things. Don't kill no women, and steal every fuckin thing ya can haul back to that truck!"

Again with the cheers..

"Ok then, time for the pre-game!"

"G'head Torchy, cue it up!"

Torch walks to the stereo and the opening riffs to "For Those About To Rock" bleed out into the open garage. He also throws a can of beer to everyone.

"We do this everytime Fixer. Have a beer, wish each other good luck and listin to this song"

"I think I need more than A beer Zan.."

"Easy man, we're pros and we know our own, that's why you're here"

I felt a calm warm feeling wash over me as I heard that. I watch Buzzer sing along and fix the velco straps on his kevlar vest "Pick up ya balls and light up ya cannons for a 21 gun salute!!"

Zandar helps me strap my vest on and from the crate I took a .357 magnum and 1 speed loader. I checked it out and tucked it inside my leather. I also took a straight razor and nestled it to the inside of my boot.

God damn. I gotta say even by my standards we look like a bunch of menacing fucks.

"Weeeeeeeee saluuuuuuuuuteeee....yoooooooouuuu!!!!!!"

"Let's go boys, truck is there and Copperhead at the dock"

Everyone shakes bumps fists...Torch and Ripper push and pull at each others shoulders muttering words of encouragment.

Sun is setting and we march out onto the dock. Water Mocasin is here. Copperhead is here. 7 guys in leather jackets going to rendevous with a rolling weapons stock pile to annhilate a rival gang...one that killed my dog, one that "made me" and brought me here.

Let's do it...Dreadnoks for life.

[WeaponXCustoms]

nice! only part I was confused on was the wording on the back/front doors of the warmonger club house. Might just be me.

[PitViper]

Thanks! I fixed that...don't know how that slipped passed me, proof read it 3 times!

[Trooper618]

Oh this is getting tense.

[niknak96]

I know its Christmas Eve and all, but...is it time for more?

[Exciter]

been quiet a while. I hope the rest is coming soon.

[PitViper]

been quiet a while. I hope the rest is coming soon.

It is! And I appologize to everyone waiting..it'll be here soon just got really busy!...On it's way in a few days!

[ChevyMel]

I love this, i can't wait till the next chapter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[PitViper]

I love this, i can't wait till the next chapter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks man! It's in the works!

[WeaponXCustoms]

mas! mas! mas!

[PitViper]

mas! mas! mas!

Just started the chapter last night...few days more!!

[WeaponXCustoms]

Just started the chapter last night...few days more!!

poop

[PitViper]

"There she is" Torch spoke in a soft voice pointing out the truck and bikes.

"Let's go boys..hustle and keep quiet".

We marched through the ankle high muck towards the red brake lights glowing in the early evening light. Bikes are all lined up and everything is idling. The sound of Mocasin was getting more and more distant and Copperhead idled through the swamp before opening her up again in the 'Glades.

Almost in unison everyone got their bikes and threw a leg over. I looked over and saw Zandar putting his helmet on. He put the 'Busa in gear and Road Pig swung the door open on the jet black international with chromed wheels and smoke stacks and hoped in.

The air brakes went off and the truck slowly rolled off from the dirt on the side of the narrow road to the pavement and took off slowly. Zandar put his face shield down, gave me a thumbs up and took off next. "Go get em Zach."

Here I am, about 50 yards behind a straight job from Hell with a driver I havent met, 25 yards behind Zandar and right next to me Wrench, Torch and Ripper...highway was quite, no traffic. Some cars but nothing to be alarmed about. I could feel the weight of my S&W inside of my jacket. I loved that feeling. Felt safe, felt strong.

About 2 miles into the ride up and I see the hazards light up the truck, I look over to Torch and no one seems to notice or care. Zandar does. Driver kills the hazards and Zach gets in attack position, moves to the right of the truck and cracks the throttle...over the highway noise, 3 V-Twins and the straight job I can hear that Busa tear the pavement a new asshole...that boy is gone.

"Almost?"

"Ride, Fixer"

I'm anxious..I mean I'm focused I'm ready, but I want to get the fuck off the road and get to the fight. The rumble of the twin is all I've heard for a 1/2 hr...driving me fuckin' nuts.

Finally, Ripper points and I see the truck signal to get off...slight drizzle as we get off the highway and onto the main road. Streets are wet but I can still ride evasive if I gotta.

Zach is gone, it's damn near dark and here we are going down Main Street in who gives a fuck Florida following the truck. Now I feel it as we're down to about 40 mph. I feel what's gonna happen. I remember I'm armed, there's a bomb in the truck. I remember what I'm going to do to Chief.

We slow down and now it's a left, followed by a quick right and another left..houses are small, streets are narrow and there's a shitload of trees, gotta be close.

The ride is winding down, when the wheels stop I start killing people. That's what is going to happen, plain and simple.

We head down another left hand turn and way in the distance you can see a house lit up. Looks like a cross between a ranch home and a barn. Lights on the truck die and he pulls off the road onto the grass. We line up in single file and kill the engines, I park right behind the Busa. Zach is already up the road.

For a split second it was complete silence save for the crickets in the woods that we're almost deafining.

Now I hear it..."Radar Love" in the distance, laughing. The smell of BBQ..all about a 1/16th of a mile down this narrow and cracked road...or was it just an extended driveway. Either way none of these cocksuckers are ever driving down it again.

We all unsaddle and head to the back of the truck..."Pig, hit the lift gate"

Monkeywrench spoke in a whisper and hopped onto the diamond plate steel as it unfolded flat. Road Pig swund the back door open and you can see the chrome catch some of the moonlight and glistin.

"I want me special!"

"Shut the fuck up Ripper! You'll get it!"

The whir of the electric lift gate motor cuts through the sounds of the crickets and our whispers.

Monkeywrench and Road Pig carefully wheel the rolling bomb off onto the street.

"Me special!!"

"Say it one more time and you end up like them...Christ."

Road Pig stays with the bike ready to push and Monkeywrench hops back up to the truck, he hands Ripper a riffle. What the fuck is that?? Even the stock was black, it had a scope and a blade that looked like it was out of a 1980's horror movie attached to the barrel. He smiled when it was in his hands.

"I'm a fuckin Rock Star wit dis thing Fix!"

I didn't say anything, Monkeywrench handed down Torch's Oxyacetelene tanks and a mini-uzi.

Buzzer hopped up and came down just as quickly with a makeshift chainsaw on a riffle base and a sawed off Remington.

Then I came...I also got a mini Uzi and my crossbow. He pulled out a small Motorolla walkie talkie and stood on the end of the truck.

"Wrench to Z, ya there?" He let the button go as he threw the strap to his pistol grip Mossberg over his head and shoulder and grabbed something else.

"I copy Wrench, they're here..send up Pig"

"Copy dat Z"

"G'head Pig"

Road Pig started walking the bike up the road and I could see the moonlight shining down on his back and the bike, he got to the thick of the trees on the sides of the road and disapeared into the dark.

Monkeywrench hoped down and stood in front of us 3. Ripper smiled clutching his bladed riffle. Torch put a pair of leather gloves on and finished hooking up the hose to pack while Buzzer checked the slack on his chain.

I put my crossbow on my back, checked my speedloader and filled my pockets with some magazines for the Uzi lying on the diamond plate lift.

The sound of quite white noise came through the walkie talkie.

"Bikes here Wrench...I'm about 10 ft away in the grass."

"Have Pig hit the switch"

"Done"

"Get him away with ya..he got a piece?"

".44"

"Hang on"

"Ok boys. Ya ready Fix?"

"Fuck yeah"

Truth is I have no spit in my mouth. My stomach is in knots, I'm sweating. I'm afraid, angry, anxious and I can't wait another second to hear that gunshot that's gonna bait these stupid fucks.

"Z, we're gonna start marching up..gotta get Torch to the back of the house"

"Copy that Wrench"

"Fixer, you make sure you watch Torch's backside with them tanks and all..set him up in front of the doors and then do you're thing"

"Got it"

"I ain't gonna hold ya up Fix...just need the cover before I burn dis place to da ground! hehehe!"

"Z...Fire in the air"

We start jogging past the truck and as Torch dips into the woods looking to go around the commotion of the party, I follow.
I know I'm nervous. I know you see shit when it gets crazy like this and I know I got every right to be nervous but I swear to God if the driver side door on the truck didn't just open and swing it self back closed...don't lose it now Nick, hang in there, get to Chief.

The unmistakable sound of a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum and the party gets quiet. Torch moves fast and it looks like it works...the back yard area is damn near desolate. These stupid fucks all ran to the front of the house where the shot was fired.

Torch runs up to the grill and gets close enough to ignite his piece...I see the flames dance on his shades, he smiles and I take the safety off of my Uzi.

With the light of his torch, we see an empty backyard...save for 2 drunks sharing a roach in lawn chairs. They stare at us with a glazed over look "Awww..what the fuck man?"

Torch throttles the flame and his smile is ear to ear...

BAH-DOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

The entire sky lit up and for a second I saw our battlefiled luminated...the 2 dudes just started with a horrified look on both their faces. Torch pointed straight at em both...

"Ayyyyyye...'ello! And goodbye ya ugly fucks!"

Right before I heard the "whoosh" of his torch I ran towards the commotion....Gunshots, screaming, War Mongers everywhere.

I'm comming Cheif..gonna make my way back to the front, re-group and kill ya's all.

[PitViper]

I got to the front of the house by running through the woods again. I popped out and used the dilapidated brick wall on the side of the lawn as cover.

Screaming, gun shots...I could smell the fumes from the explosion and it was hot as a mother fucker. Between Torch in the back and explosion up front, hot is an understatement.

The brick was chipping over my head, someone was taking shots at me and the wall wouldn't last.

"Come on you cunt fucks!" Brrrrraaaaap! Brrrap! "Dat all ya got is it?"

It was Ripper behind me about 5 feet.

"I gotcha Fixer, he's down..up and to your right, a mess of em in the street, they got Buzz pinned in da bushes".

We made our way across the yard, Ripper fired behind us towards the house, no 2nd story but they might be on the roof. Then I see em...4 Mongers adjacent from the burning bodies and cycle wreckage we set off standing side by side shooting into the woods on the opposite side of the street.

Buzzer was in there.

Pop!! Pop! P-P-POP!..CLICK-CLACK BOOM!

Over and over these 4 unloaded 3 pistols into the woods and a shotgun.

"Cover my ass Rip"

"Gotcha"

I took a breathe and extended my right arm and squeezed that Uzi off with everyone once of hate in my body. From left to right, right across the tops of their backs and necks.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!

Not a sound from anyone of them, they just dropped to their knees in unison. Blood running down 2 of their jackets and 2 of their bare backs. I ran into the woods.

"Thanks matey!"

"Ya aright?"

"Jus' fine..fell in'a damn thorn bush though..help me up"

I extended a hand and pulled buzzer up.

"I'm gonna take apart dat Jeep Fix...sumadem fucks hidin' in there"

There was an old cream and wood paneled Jeep Grand Cherokee parked on the lawn, couldnt tell who was in it. Buzzer was being reckless, but I'm the new guy, what do I know?

He ran full steam and hoped up on the roof. I watched as I reloaded, he started his saw and it came crashing down on the windshield shattering the glass.

The sparks from the ripping metal flew everywhere as I heard his voice over the 2 stroke motor "War Mongeeeeeeeeeers!! Gotcha now Hehehehe!!"

Just as I headed his way the lights came on and I heard a gunshot.

"Ah! Ya fuck!".

Buzzer dropped his saw, held his shoulder and fell off the roof..

"Some cunt popped me shoulder...fuck."

Jeep headed my way about 40 yards, sputtering..I have time.
I drop the Uzi and switch to crossbow. She's cocked and ready.

Jeep gaining speed, momentum. I can see a driver and a passenger.

Take a breathe, scope says 20 yards. Remember what I was told "Disable the vehicle, then the driver."

Come on you fucks.

The engine and and squeeking suspension over the grass got louder..here...we...go.

I thumb the red button 1st..FWoooooOOOOOOOSHHHH! BA-BOOM!!

Direct hit into the grill of the Jeep. Small flames errupt from the hood..passenger door swings open. Scope it. 10 yards, easy one.

FFFFFTTT!

"Arrrghhh..no..no."

Bolt to the side of the neck. In the light of the flames I can see him walking around aimlessly. Blood pouring from nostrils and mouth as he holds his neck. This one is wearing a WMMC t-shirt. It feels good to watch him on his knees...now dropped. Face 1st in the grass, bleed to death you fuck.

Gotta get to Buzzer.

I put the bow on my back and run his way with the Uzi...just as I pass the Jeep and kneel down to help up Buzzer..

"Get down Fix!"

He popped himself up and at light speed got his hand to his ass pockets and pulled a .38 out over my shoulder.

POP POP POP POP POP....Click.

I looked back and it was another dead War Monger, chest full of blood soaked holes with a machete in his hand.

"Eh, new guy, next time make sure ya get all of em..hokay??"

"Fuck..yea, you alright?"

"Yeah..in and out, not too bad, more of em shootin it out wif Wrench towards the side. Gotta cover him and Torch"

"Where's Pig and Z?"

"Least of our worries...stay low and get to the far side of the house."

[Neuspeaq]

this glimpse into the lives of World's ONLY U N A N Y M O U S L Y FEARED Motorcycle Club has got the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end... it's inspired me to seriously consider undertakin my 1st custom... this storyline's Inspiring. wish me luck. any1 else studyin MMA?

[Trooper618]

good stuff definitley worth the wait

[Flint071]

+1 for PV being a literary motherf*cker.

[PitViper]

Back towards the front of the house to get to the side.

The only side I haven't seen yet. The back yard is blazing, wreckage of everything from BBQ grills to bikes and exploded Jeeps. The smell of gasoline, gun powder and burning flesh. Normally that shit is nauseating but now, it's almost helping the adreneline.

Buzzer is down to just his kevlar and jeans, side of his shoulder is open and blood caked but not too bad. He keeps that arm straight down and holds the .38 with his left.

"Stay low, we'll creep to the other side an' get to em'"

"Gotcha"

The sounds of automatic fire and moaning are all you can hear, or all I thought you could hear. I see Road Pig on the side of the house firing his .44 in one hand and holding his cyndir block bat in the other...still too far to see round the corner, I imagine the auto fire is Wrench and Rip.

"Come on you fucks" BOOM!!

"There ya go! Dead!" BOOM!! BOOM!!

Road Pig is taking shots at random and then I hear it, what I thought I heard before over the gunfire. The sound of a 2 stroke motor winding out, missing 2nd.

I see Road Pig holster the Magnum, crack his neck and grip the bat like he was at the plate..this time the bike hits 2nd, still can't see it.

I follow Buzzer a bit closer to get a look and this crazy fuck is comming down the side lawn on an old YZ125, no armor, nothing. He's gettin cover from the Mongers shooting from behind the row of HDs parked there. It's a narrow piece of grass, maybe 50 yards long and 20 wide. Wrench and Rip are crouched behind a picnic table shooting over the row of bikes.

The house on one side and an old picket fence keeping the woods out on the other...and this crazy fuck between the house and the gun fight gunning a 20 yr old 2 stroke MX bike towards Road Pig....good luck.

"Arrrrrrghhh!!" Road Pig hit the Monger dead center in the chest with perfect timing, the bike did a wheelie and ended up behind him, winding out, sputtering to a stahl on it's side.

Buzzer who looked at the bike with an "oh well" grin and muttered "Fuck it", took 2 shots to the bike and he watched as a small erruption of flame and smoke came from the Yamaha.

Both of us ran closer to the action, Pig's Monger lay on the ground coughing, holding his ribs and bleeding from his mouth and nostrils.

Road Pig got closer, teeth clinched and stood over him.

The shirtless War Monger whispered in pain "No..don't, don't do it"

"What? I'm gonna splatter your faggot face all over the ground?"

He raised the block bat over his head and I swear...that is one angry young boy.

"FUCK!!" Down it came on his forehead. His legs twitched and then his body went motionless.

Again he raised the block bat.

"YOU!!"

Down again it came and this time his skull bones mustve come apart. I watched as his nose flattened, teeth protruded through lips and eyes bulged and almost liquified.

"YOU FUCKING, FUCKING FAGGOT COCKSUCKER!!"

With each word Road Pig came down with the bat.

"Well dat one ain't gonna give us no more troubles! hehe"

Buzzer still bleeding was calm as can be, Road Pig dropped the bat, pulled out the .44 and hit it with a speedloader.

"All you motherfuckers die...DIE!!"

Again he shot one by one.

The would pop up and spray some fire and Wrench and Ripper would hit em. These guys were amatuers and it was showing, couldn't be many more left. I just hope no one killed Chief.

Me and Buzz made our way to the others, Road Pig stood against the house shooting those in the back who panicked and tried to hop or bust through the picket fence. 3 bodies lie with .44 caliber holes in their backs up against the fence.

Still 3 of them with AR-15's were firing from the row of 15 bikes...15 salvagable bikes, the row of others just blazing and useless.

"Get down Fixer!"

"Where's Chief"

"Probably in 'a front where we set the bomb, Torch cleared the back and ain't no one else left"

"Wrench, you know for sure? I mean for fuckin sure??"

"I know..."

"All da fuckin spots to get hit Buzz, ya got it right where dere aint no fuckin vest! HAHA"

"Funny Ripper? Go fuck ya self"

"Shut up, all a ya's"

The four of us talked while the AR-15 fire sprayed over our heads. For every one full clip we heard, Road Pig just stood there and shot back. I don't know if they couldn't hit em, didn't want to or if he caught some fire. That mother fucker was so focused, he just aimed and fired like it was nothing...all the heavy shit was comming our way.

"Wrench, he's there?"

"He's there Fixer, little birdie in da woods told me"

"Z"

"Yep..an more than one"

"What?"

"Oh fer Christ fuckin sakes Wrench, chuck da Godamn frag and kill deez fucks and let em go already!"

"Chuck a frag and lose the hogs ya stupid fuck"

"Oh, dats right...me bad Wrench"

"Rip, shut up and shoot. Buzz yer out, stay low...Fixer, the coast is clear, head back out the way we came, no way Chief made it more than 30 yrds past our straight job. Go!"

I left my PSE, took off my vest and got as light weight as I could. Ripper handed me a box while firing with one hand. Rounds for my .357.

I pulled the straight blade out of my boot and put it in my jeans back pocket, loaded up the S&W and filled my front pockets with as many bullets as I could.

I gave a Wrench a pat on the back and he just squeezed off another buck shot from his Remmington "Ya mutha's cunts ya wanker cocksucker!"

Still 3 left, they'll be alright....BOOM!! BOOM!!..click.."Fuck..." BOOM!!

"AHHHHH! DEAD!" 2 left, Road Pig hit one.

I'm off to the front..passed the wreckage, the bodies, the blood and back out to the entrance. I see our bikes our truck. It's humid but it's the woods heat not the firefight heat...a bit cooler over here. No flames, no screaming.

Me, my gun and blade and the dark of the woods. I look up and see the moon. Something is on my side, that mother fucker is full and bright, all the light I need to see him.

"It's all the light I need Chief! You're gonna die and I know you can hear me!"

I took my 1st step off of the weathered pavement into the woods and held my gun up close.

"We killed everyone already Chief...I'm gonna kill you too"

I spoke loud, my voice shot through the woods..random gunshots in the distance. The moonlight lit up the path in front of me, I'm sure he's armed. Gotta be careful.

"Zandar?"

"Yup"

"Ok"

"Stay clear"

"Go to your left...he's there"

Zandar mustve been up in a tree, I picked up on this, took a breathe and turned 90 degrees left. Gun ready.

It's time.

[Flint071]

Stop writing faster than me, ya bastard.

LOL - great stuff as usual.

[PitViper]

Stop writing faster than me, ya bastard.

LOL - great stuff as usual.

LOL thank you...I just wanna get the damn thing done already so I can read yours in peace!

[Neuspeaq]

BEAutiful

[PitViper]

I tried to be as silent as possible, not because I wanted to sneak up on him but because I didn't wanna give away my position and get my ass shot. Came too far for that. Then again I had a guy in a tree watching the whole thing, as safe as I felt with that, there could be nothing worse than having Zandar take the shot to protect me....and deprive me of killing Chief.

The sound of the crickets were deafining in the thick Florida air. I felt spider webs on my face as I walked as softly as I could on top of wooded ground.

Movement. Unless they got bears down here and I dont think they do... I think I got em.

About 25 yrds straight ahead I catch a glimpse in the moonlight.

I crouch down and run as fast as I can. Pure adreneline now. My heart is racing, no spit in my mouth, soaked with sweat and completely intune with my surroundings.

I approach the tree as quiet as I can, both hands clinch the .357 which is at chest level.

He's behind this tree, it's wide. By the time I extend my arms and hop to the side he could take off. This is either gonna be really smart or really fuckin stupid.

BOOM!

I fired one out directly in front of me into the tree. It worked a quick flash of light and he took off...he's holding some half assed hunting riffle.

I can hear his work boots and his heavy breathing running in the darkness, it's pointless.

"Ya alright?!"

"Yeah, got him, do not shoot!"

"Yup."

There he is slouched up against a tree, caught in the perfect glow of the evening moon. Out of breathe, holding that stupid gun with both hands across his waist.

"You remember me?"

"Nick--Nicky, wait.." he huffed in between breathes.

"Drop it Chief."

1st time for everything and this is the 1st time I saw a grown man put down his weapon and start crying in front of me.

"Nicky please"

"Fixer"

"Wha-what?"

"You call me Fixer."

"Fixer?"

I held the S&W in my right hand and from hooked him on the side of his face with it "WHAP!"

He dropped to his knees and bent towards the rifle.

"Fixer was my dog that you killed you dead cocksucker."

I clicked the hammer and pressed it to the top of his head.

"Nick-Fixer...don't please man please"

He held his head up and put his hand's together as if he was praying. His demeanor changed. Taking a breathe and getting his composure back.

"Fixer, look I gotta, gotta kid. 16 yrs old, playin Strong Safety out in Tampa, please I'm sorry this was business you gotta...you can't"

Again he lost it and started crying.

I put my foot on the rifle and dragged it back. He was a mess. Some Harley t-shirt and jeans that the woods destroyed and his graying pony tail a mess and frayed. Never have I seen a more pathetic fuck in my life. I thought for a second...I don't have to kill him. Then I remembered my shop. I rememberd Fixer, my life, the bar...everything.

"Fuck you and your faggot son Chief, you without a doubt dug your own grave, unfortunately it's right here. Do you believe in any kinda god?"

"NICKY! PLEASE!"

He screamed like a woman.

With his outburst I reared back and kicked him in the chest, now he was on his back coughing, head up against the tree.
I stood over him and put the gun to his face.

"Look at me...LOOK!"

Crying with his hands over his mouth he opened his eyes and I watched as he cried and gassed himself out.

"Even if I did have a soft spot and let you go, at this point it would be disrespectful to my brothers...to the Dreadnoks. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do just because I do personally believe in some sorta god and I like to think this whole Dreadnok thing happened for a reason"

He stopped crying and dried his eyes while still on his back,

"Ya gonna let me live?"

"I'm gonna shoot you twice and if you don't bleed to death, then it wasn't meant to be. If you do--with me bein a god fearin' type and all...me and the pup will see you hell, and fuck you up again there. How's that?"

"Oh no Nick--!!"

I crouched down and pressed the barrel to his gut.

"BOOM".

"AGGGGGgggggghhhhh!"

He held his stomach and turned to his side.

I pressed the gun the top of his knee cap.

"BOOM!"

Nothing, no noise from him just profuse bleeding.

I put the .357 in my belt above my ass and pulled the straight blade out.

I spoke quietly almost in his ear this time as I got the blade right to the side of his eye.

"This one is for no open casket, and for my dog."

I pressed hard and traced his face down to his jaw, above the chin. I didn't wait to watch his flesh open up. I just turned and walked away back towards the street.

3 steps away and I hear it: "FFZZZTBOOM! FFZZZZTBOOM! FZZZZTBOOM!"

Sounded like a cross between a .500 and a damn Star Wars laser. I turned around and grabbed my gun simultaneously.
A man stood over Chief who was now dead, staring straight at me. A cowl over his head and 2 black diamonds painted his face. He seemed to have just "appeared"...his legs were still blurry and almost part of the foliage. A strange current seem to have run over him a few times...almost like electricity.

I watched in awe. I mean...what the fuck.

"Never give them the option of life Fixer. They'll always opt for it and come for you again"

His voice was surreal. It had an echo, a reverb to it. I couldn't place the accent...I just knew it was him.

"You're.."

"Zartan and for lack of better words...your boss."

I again holstered my gun and he did the same.

"Zandar and Monkeywrench tell me nothing but good things and I had the pleasure of seeing most of them myself"

"How?"

"Ah friend Fixer, we have much discuss...but don't worry you seem like a smart fellow and we have some time to kill, back to the bikes."

I followed him out onto the street. I could hear the others pushing the bikes into the box truck and loading it with the weapons they found. Basic chatter between Noks.

"You on yours and I'll take Buzzer's"

We saddled up..."Where we goin?"

"Follow me to the local airfield. Cessna will be ready for the ride up north"

Both bikes ignite and rumble together.

"Where up north?"

Zartan looked straight ahead, grabbed the clutch and kicked the shifter down to 1st.

"Staten Island"

We roared off together...Staten Island.

Should be interesting.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[ooten]

good stuff man. i like how the dreanoks arent a bunch of idiots always screwin up

[Trooper618]

see if the dreadnoks had been porrayed like this I would have like them alot more, good stuff.

[ChevyMel]

That whole story was too good, i think i'm going to make me a self custom/ dreadnok. I really felt like i was there. WOW just WOW.............

[PitViper]

That whole story was too good, i think i'm going to make me a self custom/ dreadnok. I really felt like i was there. WOW just WOW.............

Thanks man, that means alot and I'm not being a total homo.

I had alot of fun, blowing off steam and relaxing writing this..glad to see a "core group" dig it and enjoy my take on the Noks.

...trust me, you haven't heard the last of Fixer and the boys :)

[Lifeline 71]

Nice. Very mature story showing the 'noks as what they should be. Chief certainly got his in the end-"Revenge is a dish best served cold." Loved the Staten Island reference, can't wait to see what you come up with next.

[Neuspeaq]

I wanted to let a few of the other Tankers bestow praise upon your work b4 I added my 2 cents... I always envisioned Zanzibar to be 'Nok's Capt. Sparrow, Gnawgahyde to be their Recondo, Zanzibar their Spirit, & Zartan their PREDATOR. Death Incarnate... thus far, you've captured my visions of them To the Tee. Amazing. Thank You. I Can't Wait to see wh@ else you've got in store...

[lkoldstone]

I'm in awe. Amazing story. Now I need to write up one myself. I have a place to start, just needed a direction to go.

[WeaponXCustoms]

very cool! as a grammar rule "God" is supposed to be capitalized in most if not all circumstances

[Exciter]

It took me a long time to get around to reading the last part. I'm glad I didn't let it go unread.

Thanks for the entertaining story.

I'm curious to see where you take it from here.

[PitViper]

Midnight
Atlantic Highlands, NJ.

"I dropped him off about an hour ago and back tracked west to NJ like he said. Sitting in a fuckin raft in the pitch black waiting for him in between the Highlands and Staten...where the fuck are you Zartan. Something comming in fast, this better be him."

"Put your hands up on your head and remain seated, you are under arrest!"

"Small craft with a driver and someone hanging on the side with a megaphone and spot light. I do what they say. Fuck. Fuck you Zartan."

.....TBC.

[Exciter]

I was hoping this would come back.

[PitViper]

I was hoping this would come back.

I did that when I was absolutely piss drunk last night. I guess I'll work off of it..thanks for diggin it!

[Lifeline 71]

Well, sounds like Fixer's having a bad night. Good to see you back in the game, PV!

[PitViper]

Well, sounds like Fixer's having a bad night. Good to see you back in the game, PV!

Thanks bud!! Glad to see someone read it...hopefully this weekend I'll get a full chapter up and get this dirty rotten Dreadnoks back in the picture!

[Headman]

http://www.hisstank.com/forum/members/headman-albums-stuff-picture43738-papa-shango.jpg

[Neuspeaq]

I just wanted to say that I NEVER gave up hope on this thread. Never. Fixer is too f'in SICK a character to just fade away... nah, he'd go down fightin' (pun GLARINGLY intended :D .)

[The Delta]

been waiting to see if there was more to the story of fixer.can't wait to read more.

[Trooper618]

was hoping fixer was not done yet. been with ya since the begining.

[PitViper]

It's a small boat by its lonesome with only 2 guys on it. Nothing else except for that giant moon, this pitch black bay water and the bright lights of the bridges and land in the far off distance. One side NJ the further side is Staten Island, where these 2 came from.

They're coasting towards me with an idling engine. The driver remains seated and a guy who I can't make out due to the blinding light he's holding seems to be crouched on the side.

"Do not move and keep your hands above your head."

Ah, now I see it. The usual. A light in one and a .45 in the other.

"Yeah I heard ya the 1st time."

"Wet-Suit, get it up against the raft, he's commin on board back to base."

"Roger that Law."

It wouldn't be my life it a cop wasn't involved some how, and this douche looks like an MP. A few feet away and that sinking feeling hits me that I'll be cuffed and have to sit on that boat all the way back to those twinkling lights. For a split second I think to myself, I can still reach for the .357 and get atleast a chest shot on the both of these guys and get the fuck out of here...until I notice the driver standing on his seat holding a Berretta. I'm fucked. This Law character reaches over and down to my raft and holds my forearms.

"You're being cuffed, when the cuffs are on move slow and get up on the...."

"Law, we got movement on the radar, looks like 6 small crafts comming in N.E."

I feel that steel wrap around my right wrist and I see what looks like some very fast moving birds in the moonlight of the night sky.

"Law!! F.A.N.G.s!!"

"Hold still!"

All my might I twist at my waist and throw an elbow directly into Law's nose. I hear something fall into the water and that "pap! pap! pap!" sound of a 9mm comming from the driver. No light and I'm not hit, overboard I go!

The sound of the small boat starting it's engines, the sound of what I think are small choppers above me, mixed with the fact that I'm in pitch black salt water trying to get close to the side of the raft to breach for air is enough to keep me pretty disoriented. Sometimes shit just happens and staying alive is all that matters. Now is one of those times.

I hear the boat getting further away, I pop up and gasp for air, throwing my arms on the side of the raft...3 of these small open canopy choppers follow them towards the lights. I see them firing at it, bursts of bright light from each of them break the darkness in the sky. What the fuck is happening?

Now, 3 of them circling me and one a bit lower, getting low enough for me to grab on to. The raft blows around and I can barely keep my eyes open. Search light pops on and it's closer than I thought, I look up to see him.....Zartan on the landing skid. He holds onto the chopper and throws me a pair of goggles, crouches down cups his mouth and yells out "Grab on to the next!"

I put the goggles on and watch as he gains altitude and speeds away from me. My turn. Another comes and lowers itself. I grab on to the landing skid and first get standing onto the raft then he lowers some more and I get my feet on it. The pilot looks back at me, nods his head and we go. High above the bay water, speeding behind Zartan and flying at a slight tilt. I look back to see one about 200 yrds behind me acting as an escort.

I hope to God I'm not headed back to Florida like this. All I know is I'm not arrested and I didn't catch a bullet.

I am however, soaked in salt bay water and freezing my ass off up here......could be worse I guess. Hope this ride ends soon...

[PitViper]

I just wanted to say that I NEVER gave up hope on this thread. Never. Fixer is too f'in SICK a character to just fade away... nah, he'd go down fightin' (pun GLARINGLY intended :D .)

been waiting to see if there was more to the story of fixer.can't wait to read more.

was hoping fixer was not done yet. been with ya since the begining.

Thanks guys, cool to see you dig this! Hope the new stuff comming has you sticking around!

[agent888]

very cool. has anyone made a custom fixer yet?

[Spectre]

Very cool read... need more

[PitViper]

We're on Zartan's ass high above Manhattan 3 wide and it feels like we're slowing down to what I hope is a landing speed because we're headed into the top floor of a sky scraper that has a giant sign on it's roof that reads "Extensive Ent."

Almost hovering now the entire top floor windows slide open. From the dark of the city sky there are landing lights on inside this hidden hangar. All 3 of us land and before I can even let go of the handle to jump off the door behind us is closed.

There is a smell of aircraft fuel, shop rubber and engine as the small crafts begin to wind down. The place is squeeky clean and I'm a flithy freezing fucking mess. The pilots are taking off their helmets and one is already going over the vehicle inspection.

I stretch, get my wits, take these stupid fucking goggles off and walk right to him...

"Zartan, what the fuck was that, are you fuckin' with me cause..."

"Don't look him in the eye and stay quiet, I'll get you fresh clothes from my chambers."

"Look who?"

"Follow me. I'll show you where you can rinse off and get dressed."

He was clearly angry. I'm angry too, but I'm smart enough to not fuck with him here.

I follow him into a what looks like a stainless steel freight elevator. There is no talking while were in it. He stares straight ahead at the door with a frown on his face.

Finally the door opens and we walk out into a what looks a small warehouse area. Down passed fenced in shelving where I see boxes upon boxes of ammunition and various parts. We hang a left into a dark corridor. A red light pops on overhead and we stop in front of a steel door. Zartan removes his glove and places his palm dead center on the door and it opens. We walk into what looks like a cross between a martial arts dojo and a doctor's room. It's small, there are no windows and it is incredibly quite.

"Shower in the back room and there will be clean pants and shirt for you when you're done. you have 5 minutes Fixer."

I said nothing and just pulled my clothes off and got into that stand up shower. I scrubbed that flithy salt water off of me and wondered who I wasn't supposed to look in the eye. I quicky finished up and found a clean pair of blue jeans a brand new pair of military work boots and a dark blue long sleeve shirt with the same red cobra printed on it that I've noticed all over this building.

Just as I got out of the back room he was already in the door way.

"It's a bit small and I'm sure he'll having something to say but it'll have to do"

The shirt was a little tight, I normally wouldve ripped the sleeves off or something but not today, nothing like that with him acting this way.

"Where we going Zartan?"

In a very matter of fact tone he replied. "To explain to Cobra Commander why I couldn't place his camera and microphone into Ft. Wadsworth. You are going to meet him Fixer. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not look him in the eye and do not under any circumstances tell him how you engaged the Joes unless he asks for an explaination in detail. Follow me"

We made our way back to the elevator and this time there were 2 armed guards on both sides of it. They had these crazy helmets on, dressed in all red dress military uniforms and stood absolutely still.

"Ah, I suspect the Commander is in pleasant spirits for him to be sending the Crimson Guard as my escort!"

He wasn't trying to hide his sarcasm or aggrevation on this one. We got in the elevator and one of the guards hit the button. Down we go...and it's taking for fucking ever.

[Flint071]

F You !!!

I can't find time to write.

[Trooper618]

good stuff. quality not quantity

[PitViper]

F You !!!

I can't find time to write.

It's hard man I can't write as much as was...but the longer you wait, I find it's harder to get the gears turning again.

Screw being responsible, write fan fiction!

good stuff. quality not quantity

Thanks man! Glad to know you're digging the new stuff

[W.O. leroy]

Man I have just read the entire thing and I have to say it is brilliant. You have fleshed out the character of Fixer so well that to me my Noks will not be complete until I make a custom of him. Can't wait for the next chapter and I am kicking my self for not reading this earlier.

[niknak96]

Great stuff as usual, thank you for keeping it coming!

[PitViper]

I don't frighten easy, but this was some serious shit.

The door opened to a large dark room. I immediatley noticed 2 giant torches...statues of some pretty evil looking snakes that lit the room up. It was all stone with huge banners of the same thing I had on my chest hanging behind this guy and everywhere else.

He was about 10 ft higher than the ground up a small stone flight of steps in a chair that was more like a throne. Shit, Tony Montana's chair had nothing on this thing. Next to him was a smokin hot Euro chick in black leather in a similar chair and on the other side? 2 things that told me I wasn't in Kansas anymore....a large tank with King Cobra inside of it and the biggest motherfucker I ever saw in my life. Guy was 6 and change, made me look like a middle weight and wore some kind of spiked helmet. His hands were tapped like a boxers and he wore boxing shoes to boot. He stood behind the main man with his arms crossed and didn't move. He was so still and so chiseld I thought he might have been fake.

The guards walked out of the elevator and stood on each side, Zartan approached the foot of the step and looked up...

"You dissapoint me Zartan..."

"I have no time for lectures on my line of work Commander, there was a glitch in the plan"

His voice was raspy though he didn't sound sick or weak. Infact quite the opposite. There was some kind of power and authority in that voice...or maybe it was the fact that he was wearing a blue hood and a decorated military outfit next to a smokin hot cougar, a deadly snake and the biggest motherfucker I've seen in a long time. All that obvious shit let me know he was for real. I kept my hands at my sides and stayed quiet, taking everything in.

"A...glitch? What kind of glitch Zartan? You can become anyone, how is it you could'nt get a 1/4 mile from the front gate? Explain to me!"

His voice got louder, he was losing his composure and now standing in front of his chair.

"Explain to me Zartan how you and this steroid infested, beer swilling dog couldnt get passed Military Police?"

My face turns hot and my eyes blink a bit uncontrolably. Who the fuck are you talking to? I look at Zartan who doesnt back down. He puts his foot up on the 1st step and spits on the ground. Breathes in through flarred nostrils and starts. Level tone but focused and stern, he's like a pit bull.

"Ah...Commander. There are 2 kinds of men. The A group who have others do their dirty work and have never as much thrown a punch in their life and the B group who do dirty work for a living and never stop throwing punches. You, your dictatorship is the A group. You simply have no idea, so let me fill you in."

"Zartan, I love it when you concoct these stories. Please enlighten us on your failures."

She spoke with an accent, Russian perhaps? She seemed like a real cunt, but man I'd love 15 minutes with her.

"Mind your manners whore. Remember who you speak to."

"How dare you! You dog!"

"Enough..ENOUGH!! The both of you immediatley. Continue Zartan.."

"Storm Shadow, Commander. Storm Shadow happened."

"Storm Shadow?? How are you certain."

"If you have ever tangled with Storm Shadow, you will never forget it. I have and I didn't. It was his moves, his strength, speed...and heart beat."

I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about or where this is going, but I havent gotten my explanation yet either so I keep on listining.

"He was with the Joes?"

"I'm assuming. He is no longer donning the old white ninja garb. He was in white and black and sported a hood...and he was with 2 others. One a camoflauged ninja and another in a tiger stripped bandana and some slightly bizzare looking armor. They were both very capable though Storm Shadow engaged me 1st. The other 2 seemed to be in training of sorts, they would round robin the attacks, almost mimicing what Storm Shadow was doing. When I broke the code and found the correct defense they attacked me at once. I took a shuriken to the forearm but defended the rest and managed to flee. I suspect he is leading a ninja team that has been using counter intelligence. They knew I was comming and stopped me at the last minute."

"Interesting Zartan...interesting. It would be foolish for another attempt but there is something else on the horizon I'd like you to look into."

He sounded like he hung on Zartan's every word as he slowly sat back into his chair. Zartan backed up and waited to hear what he had to say. There was no more bickering, it was business.

"What are the details?"

"1st Zartan tell me, who this fellow is and why he stands before me with a Cobra insignia displayed on his chest and does not salute the Commander? Tell me dog, what is your name?"

"Dog? Go fuck your mother. How's that?"

The big dude moved forward and approached the steps. The Commander put his hand on his stomach to back him up.

"Ahaha! No no Boa, it won't be neccesary. Yes Zartan! He truly is one of yours isn't he! Magnificent!"

He clapped and laughed.

"His name is Fixer, Commander, he is more than capable and a member of the Dreadnoks."

"Capable and Dreadnoks? 2 words that you don't often associate."

"You see Fixer, we call her Baroness. She is the whore of Cobra and will most likely sell herself to the highest bidder. Her significant other is a salesman you know."

"Gotcha."

Now the Commander growled, and hammer fisted the table, knocking over his chalice.

"E--NOUGH!"

"Zartan you are to look into these Headhunters as they call themselves. They have moved into terrortories within northern New Jersey. They have a leader who calls himself The Headman. Apparently they are manufacturing a new highly addictive and lucrative drug called Spark. Apparently these street thugs flew in under your radar. Assemble the Dreadnoks and take care of it."

"No guarentees, no refunds and I use my own methods."

"As always."

"And to you Fixer!....You will learn manners and respect...when the time is right. You can bet on it. Now go Zartan and don't botch this one...or there will be hell to pay."

Before I could snap back with something Zartan once again approached the step and put his hand on my chest, gesturing that he had this.

"We will take care of the Headhunters Commander"

He began to turn around walk to the elevator while I stood there starring at her. That's it? Nothing? We leave like bitches?...Now he turned around slowly and pointed up to him.

"Yes Commander, we will take care of the Headhunters. And yes, if you ever threaten or disrespect the Dreadnoks again? I will personally cut your forked tongue out and feed it to that right hand slut next to you while my boys record the video. Good day."

They both stood there speechless...hell I was speechless.

Yeah I was in filthy bay water, got shot at and took a chopper ride into NYC. All that and I felt like a million bucks. No one disrespects the Noks. Not even this Commander character.

Damn I'd love to have 15 minutes with her.

[W.O. leroy]

Awesome man, pure awesome. I can't wait for the next chapter.

[Trooper618]

Nice.

[Neuspeaq]

For Anyone out there who Hasn't found this awesomeness yet,
BUMP.

[Lifeline 71]

Wow, man! Great stuff, keep it up.

[Exciter]

First Fixer custom... Check it out!

http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-joe-customs-finished-projects/125575-fixer-spectre.html#post2630100

[EasySimplestuff]

This is AWESOME!!!

Man what a take on the Nok's...

[ChevyMel]

I am still just engrossed with this story, ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE !!!!!!

[PitViper]

We pulled out of an underground garage in in a jet black 8 Series BMW with black rims. It was pristine and smelled like new car and fresh leather. The wheels chirped as we went up the ramp and headed out into a NYC early Summer thunderstorm. I eased my seat back and took in the 10:00 PM hustle of 42nd and 7th. Broadway was hoppin' even in this rain.

Zartan didn't speak and looked straight ahead keeping his left hand on the wheel while he messed with the touch pad of the console computer. There was a beeping sound then I heard his voice. Monkeywrench comming through on the console.

"Sup boss?"

"Did you bring the others to the house?"

"Yep, they're there already."

"And how did our animal handler friend make out with his cargo?"

"Hehe, he was awright. We gave em Thrasher for some help, he brought 2 of em, they're in the pool."

Zartan smirked and it was genuine, and out of character from what I've seen in the last few days.

"Right then, where are you now?"

"I took Rip for a spin in the new Beemer to get some groceries, we're headed back soon."

"Good, you know the rules."

"I know I know, no guns by da windows, no V-twin...no noise."

"You're a good one Wrench."

Zartan smirked again. I'm not affraid of him but he is kinda hard to not be...tense around ya know? He's just so fucking intense and has so much hocus pocus goin on every 10 seconds that I keep my guard up. Seeing him like this felt like I could relax.

"I know dat bossman, remember it when you're handin' out Christmas bonuses!"

Zartan nodded his head at the screen and smiled, then tapped the screen and shut it off. He hit the stereo and it was low but I could make out Led Zeppelin live. It was Immigrant Song. This was from How The West Was Won...I have this cd, and I was about to tell him that but...

"Ok Fixer, unlike last time I'll cue you in now."

"Sounds good, what do we got?"

"We're heading to Livingston NJ. It's about.."

"25 min outta the tunnel, I know the area."

"Perfect. We are headed to a very well to do side of town. It is a primarily Jewish community. Our home was sold to us at the ever so nice price of 1.5 million dollars."

"No shit."

"No shit. Zarana, my sister is a real estate agent and handled this for us last year when we found we needed a place away from everything. A place to fit in and lay low."

"Zartan, no disrespect but you think me, you, Torch and Rip fit in, in a Jewish community that's 90% surgeons and lawyers?"

"No, and and no one suspects we take residence there either."
He paused and took a deep breathe as he switched hands on the wheel preparing to enter the Lincoln Tunnel.

"Fixer, Mrs. Friedenburg loves me as her neighboor. She's a sweet middle aged Jewish woman whose husband is an architect. She has never heard a V-Twin rumble, she's never been bothered by a party or a blade of grass out of place. In fact the entire little culdesac loves me for that reason. I'm rarely at home as I work abroad, I keep the landscaping pristine and when I see people it is imperitive that I'm cordial. If you see people it's the same thing, understood?"

"Understood, but how does everyone get in?"

"Everyone arriving has brand spanking new BWM's, Audi's and Lexuses. They are also quiet upon entry. There was one time both Ripper and Buzzer were seen and they just gave a wave and a smile. When asked I explained they are members of a rock band I promote overseas. It's not rocket science. They know what to do. Though it's usually best if some of our more...colorful characters just enter from the garage. You Fixer, should we be seen and engaged in conversation during our time here...you are my personal trainer."

"Personal trainer!? That's fuckin gay!"

"Rather I dress you up as a Rabbi and we earn points with the old ladies on the block?"

"Geezus...Trainer it is."

"Good!"

His voice got higher and he was in good spirits with all of this, this was the 1st time I saw him this happy I think...ever!

"Ok Fixer, I'll brief everyone in more detail but as of right now the active roster is you, Torch, Ripper, Buzzer, Road Pig, little brother, sometimes little sister, Monkeywrench, Thrasher, Road Pig and for good measure to get them out of the damn swamp for once, Croc Master and Zanzibar."

"Croc Master?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Is he bringing those gators?"

"Of course he is."

"Where--uhhh, where is he gonna put em?"

"The pool is heated and there is a recreational area down stairs that he had turned into a habitat for them. He knows 2 is the limit."

"I don't like gators Zartan."

"They're trained Fixer, they'd probably only bite you if he wasn't around."

"Oh fuck this!"

He smiled and laughed and grabbed my neck lightly shaking me as I sat here thinking about the last time I dealt with that freak and his friggin gators.

"You'll do fine Fixer, I'm sure you two have things in common."

"Oh yeah me and a dude in a luchador mask that plays with alligators..we're 2 peas in a pod!"

"Haha, calm down, this will be fun. Everyone together in a comfortable atmosphere doing some recon, maybe something else and padding our pockets."

I just sighed.

"There food there? I'm starved."

"I believe Croc Master has some gator meat for you"

"Zartan!"

He grabbed my neck again and we both laughed..I was scared of the gators but enjoying hanging with the big man like this. I'm happy to be seein my family, get cleaned up and chow down. Happy to make some coin and bust some ass.

The rain is slowing down and the speed is picking up as we exit the tunnel and I see "Welcome To New Jersey". We speed along Route 3 and Zartan restarts the cd and puts the volume up on Immigrant Song, I sing under my breathe with Plant..."Valhalla I am comming."

[Spectre]

Still great, keep it coming.

[Neuspeaq]

"Personal Trainer!? That's Gay!!" ... ROFLMFAO Damn, I love this story arc so far, lol!!!

[W.O. leroy]

Fantastic mate, keep it up.

[The Delta]

truely love this man.keep the great writing coming.

[PitViper]

"The prodigal son returns!"

The door of the house opened up and I was greeted by Monkeywrench with open arms.

"Wrench! What's the good word?"

A bear hug in the doorway and he grabbed my arms and shook me.

"Ya look great Fix! Heard about that shit in the water there. Fuckin' Joes man. Fuck em"

"Fuck em, it's all over with anyway man. You look huge man, you trainin' harder?"

"Fuck yea mate! I'm on cycle with Test and Deca. Liftin heavy! Summer's here Fixer..gotta look good for the ladies. Gotta be strong for the boyfriends I gotta beat up and embaress!! Haha!!..Enough a 'dat. Let's get ya some grub, everyone's here fuckin off somewhere. Where's da boss man at?"

"I dunno, he was parking the car in the garage a minute ago."

"Eh, probably snuck away to his room...meditates and shit ya know?"

"Yeah probably some shit."

I looked around outside before shutting the door and it was one helluva house. Wrought iron gates and a cobble stone walk way with lights next to the shrubs that lined it. The doors were white with a clouded glass window.

It was funny to see a BMW X5 next to an Audi TT and think that it was Torch and Ripper gettin out of em. I closed the door and followed Monkeywrench into the kitchen where there was gourmet cold cuts, cheese, bread and all kinds of shit that looked like it was from a high end deli. As soon as I walked in I saw Zandar and Road Pig at the table eating and could see into the living room where Torch, Buzz and Rip were on the couches watching tv and eating as well. I stood there for a sec and Zach looked up with a mouth full of food, swallowed quick, wiped his mouth and stood up.

"Brother!"

"What's up Z!"

"Ah man happy you're here!"

"Happy to be back with ya man!"

We gave each other a hug and Road Pig just sat there in a tank top and Adidas pants, chewing.

"Mmph..Mmph..mph..(BURP!)...Sup Fixer."

"What's goin on Pig."

That seemed to be the most I was gonna get outta him so I didn't push it.

"Way to greet your family Road Pig"

"Fuck you Zandar! I fuckin said hello!"

"Douche. Don't mind him Fix, you know by now."

"It's all good fellas. If I don't make a plate of food I'm gonna fuckin die."

"Eat dude, eat....Yo!! Fixer's here!"

I heard them talkin in the other room and I think it was Torch that yelled out "Get in here, away from Road Pig hahaha"
I made my plate and walked in across the marble floored hallway to see the 3 of them sitting and Monkeywrench standing next to Buzzer all watching Gangland on History Channel, there was a giant flat screen mounted and everyone had plates in their hand and ate. Buzzer had a plate of chocolate donuts and a can of soda.

"That shit's gonna make you fat Buzz."

"I ain't fat Wrench...you're just...unnatural."

"Ain't that fat ya mean, you're gettin a gut and it's gonna make you slow. Cool it with that shit on the job. Why the fuck is it even in the house?"

"Zarana"

"Chick shit."

I walked around and slapped everyone's hands, got the hellos and plopped down on a Laz-y boy.

"Nice place huh Fix?"

"Fuckin sick place Rip."

"Yeah it's a shame we can't have no romps in here. Be great ya know?"

Just then he walked in with Zarana.

"No romps, parties, nothing. We're civil here. Understood?"
"Got it boss man."

Ripper answered back but didn't look away from the TV. I think Zartan was just nervous with so many of us here at once. Everyone was cool though.

"Hello Fixer"

"Hey Zarana"

"When he's done I'll show you your room."

"Ok cool"

Zartan clicked the TV off and a bunch of thumbnails of what looked like project housing popped on the screen.

"Everyone's attention now. 1st and foremost we are not to kill the Headman. We are almost 100% sure he is not on the premisis anyhow. This is one small pocket of his group that call themselves Headhunters."

Everyone watched the screen and listined intently.

"Zandar has already briefed Croc Master, Thrasher and Zanzibar who are out back working. I'll fill the rest of you in."

"Place looks like shit Zartan."

"It is shit Buzzer."

"This is Irvington NJ. It is about 15-20 min down Route 280 from here. The police force is suffering layoffs and is backed up by State Police. It is mostly project housing, stolen cars, drug dealing, crack addicts and has an extremely high murder rate."

"Higher when we leave heheh!"

"Cool it Buzzer!"

This time Zarana backed her brother and got a grip on things.

"There are 3 large projects on this particular avenue. Zarana has taken the liberty of buying one in it's entirety. We have 6 apartments on the 1st and the entire 10th floor is ours now. 1st floor apartments are actually 3 as we have knocked down the walls to make them larger. This was no easy feat and required a team of Shock Troopers for security while Cobra blue shirts and Techno Vipers did the construction and electrical."

"They still there?"

"No Ripper, the deal was to assist in the modification and that's it. Both floors are equipped with survelience, weapons and living arangements . One entire apartment is for Croc Master."

Right, the one I aint fuckin around in.

"This is a small group of what seems to be a much larger organization. Our goal is simply drive them out and send the message. They are manufacturing Spark and business is good. The other 2 projects have been taken over by the Headhunters. We specifically purchased our building to get in close"

"So how are gonna get in?"

"Thats the easy part Ripper. We are already in possession of Irvington's finests tactical trucks. Two trucks to get the bulk of you down there and inside. Once inside you are to assume the roles of degenerates trying to score Spark. Zandar will assume the role of a basic junkie to get on the inside. We will engage the Headhunters who we're pressuming are about 50 in total strength, kill half of them and send the others on their way with a message. The buildings are to be incinerated when we leave"

"Nice!! I love that!"

Torch's eyes light up and he clenched his fists with excitement.

"This job shouldn't take more than a week from tommorow. We get there on Sunday, I'd like to be done and back in Florida by the following weekend."

"That's it? We're just gonna do some recon, kill a few of this guy's soldiers, burn the buildings and leave?"

"That's it Buzzer. It's what the Commander has paid us to do. Recon, leave their heads ringing, cash out and come home"

Everyone looked around nodding their heads in approval.

"The teams are as follows. Fixer, Zandar, Thrasher and Croc Master"

I fuckin knew it...

"You will work 1st floor security. Stay close to the streets and be the 1st team to aid Zandar once he's in. Monkeywrench will be Field Commander, orders from him are comming direct. Understood?"

Everyone in unison understood.

"Zanzibar and Road Pig will clear the path and in the end Torch, Rip and Buzzer will leave the buildings a pile of dust. None of this means you cant or wont be subject to a change in directive."

Zarana stood in front of her brother and looked around the room.

"Are you boys good?"

Again in unison we acknowledge.

"Then fight like family and show these fucks what we do!"

With that we got on our feet and the high fives and all out cheering begins.

"We leave tomorrow night, so rest up and get it right in your heads."

Zartan walked away and went up the staircase. I went over to the 2nd floor deck and looked down to see Croc Master in waist high pool water with 2 giant silouhettes of gators at both sides. Thrasher was on the side of the pool shirtless next to a tiki light and Zanzibar was on the other side messing with some ropes and tools.

Probably be best if I asked Zarana where my room was, but then again that's my team out there. I slide the glass door open, grabbed a Budweiser and made my way to the deck stairs. Time to chat with a few fellas I didn't get a chance to do that with the 1st time around....

[Black Swan]

I like where this going PV . Keep it coming!

[W.O. leroy]

Great as usual PV keep em coming.

[Spectre]

Excellent as always.

[PitViper]

Thanks guys. Glad you're still diggin it!

[Neuspeaq]

Alright, the anticipation's KILLING me!! I can't wait to see how you handle the hood's answer to the 'Nok's!!! The way you write, it promises to be a Wild ride!!! Us 'peoples' are lookin forward to it, 'peepin' everythin' from out the window, lol. CAN'T FUCKIN' WAIT!!!

[Trooper618]

I really like how you have put the noks completely out of their element but also being full of self control i like it.

[PitViper]

I really like how you have put the noks completely out of their element but also being full of self control i like it.

Thanks, and thank you too Neu.

I dunno, I mean sure they raise hell with the best of them, but they're also an enemy of the most elite military team in the world. The way theyre portrayed in Sunbow and Marvel is one thing, but I thought they deserved to be "real people" and even more so...professionals. These guys are taking work from Cobra, I don't think they're waking up hungover on a work night if you catch my drift. This is just my feeling towards them.

Stuff comming soon guys. Again, really honored you take the time to read it.

[PitViper]

"Oh bloody hell, you again."

"Nice to see ya again Zanzibar, how ya doin?"

"Go fuck yourself Fixer"

This fuckin guy. The 1st one I beat up, sittin here puttin cages together with ropes and what not, looks up as I'm walking over to Thrasher and thats what he says?

"Hehe, aww..no hard feelings huh?"

"Right old chap...none."

"Probably no feeling in where I cracked your rib either right?"

He just growled at me.


"It'll be easier to work together if you just let it go fuck face."

He got back to work and I made my way over to Thrasher he was hollering out to Croc Master.

"How come the one keeps rolling around like that?!--Hey Fixer"

"I told em to dummy!"

Croc yelled back and then submerged in the pool.

"What's goin on Fix."

We shook hands and I patted him on the back.

"Man, last time I saw you, you beat up Road Pig and stole my fuckin car haha!"

"Haha, ah man..I had no choice on both accounts!"

"I know man, I'm just fuckin with ya...we're together on this one ya know?

"Yeah that's what I heard, figure we could throw a few back tonight and talk shop before we head out tomorrow.."

"Oh yeah no doubt man we will as soon as...Hey! The big one's tryin to get up that ramp behind you!"

"I know!! I told him too Thrasher!!"

He kept going back and forth with Croc Master who then started walking closer to the side of the pool, my way. In that gravel voice of his he called my name..."Fixerrr.." I watched as his huge shoulders came out of the water and the torch lights lit him up and our waving reflections in the pool.

"I wanna introduce you to the other teamates..."

Very much under my breathe I spit out "They get close to me they're fuckin luggage."

He didn't hear. I thought it would make Thrasher laugh but his face got a real alarmed look to it.

"Don't fuck around Fixer man. That's like sayin something about his mom..he'll kill ya for those fuckin things."

In a split second I remembered how I got here in the 1st place and looked at him. He feels something for those things....I know how he feels.

He propped himself up out of the water and stood there dripping. And then it happend. He pulled the hose from his mask and put his thumbs under the neopryne. Waiting to see what was under there seemed like for fuckin ever. I figure he looked like Freddy Kruegar or some shit...then...it rolled up and pop. Not that bad. He looked right at me.

"You thought I was all fucked up right?"

"Uhh..nah man."

"You're full a shit...c'mere. Meet the pups. Just relax"

He had a scar right under his bottom lip to the side of his mouth that literally traced the side of his face and broke his eyebrow line. It was noticeable and pink but he wasn't disfigured or anything. His nose was obviously broken before and he had a shaved head. Nothing crazy.

"This" as he pointed to the scar and turned to walk away to the far end of the pool again. "This aint from whatcha think."

"Not from one of these?"

"Nope...fuckin knife fight with a poacher way back. Some scumbag tryin to trap Nile Crocodiles over with the camel jockeys while I was workin there. I saw him and got myself between em. Little fuck pulled out a blade. I lost my footing in the river and came up with that.....he wen't down in a death roll, so I guess we're even heh heh"

Thrasher on the other hand came off like a kid, just listining, nursing a bud he got while I was talkin. He was followin us around the pool sippin away.

Croc Master pointed down in the pool..."I'm tired so I'll do the intro and then we'll have something formal tomorrow"

"Yeah man..that sounds about right"

I felt alot better knowing I didn't have to get chased around a yard again by gators. These things were huge, one was a good 14-16 ft and the small one was I'd say about 12ft. It was also the more mobile one. It was tumbling and doing all kinds of whacky shit in the water before.

"Big one is Bricks. Named em that cuz he's heavier than a ton a' bricks...look at em! Gotta put em on a diet! Gettin harder and harder to bring him on jobs. The smaller one is Ares. He's my General. Very aggresive, always the 1st one to attack...good boy."

Croc Master pointed and smiled when he talked about Ares, he was proud of these things. In a way, the more he talked about em being like dogs, with personalities...the more comfortable I got.

"Meeting adjurned. Time for me to hit the showers and lay down"

"Have a good one Croc"

"You too..be good...watch the kid, he'll drink all effin' night."

He walked up the steps across the deck and into the house.
I sat down on a lawn chair by the pool watching those beasts getting over my fear...and noticing that Zanzibar was gone.
Thrasher came back with 4 beers still stuck on the plastic rings and a lawn chair.

"I know how you got here Fixer, that's badass man. You were one of us, before you were one of us!"

He plopped down and I noticed he seemed wound up, lot of youthful energy. He was eager to talk, get close and shit.

"Ha, yeah I guess so man, I guess so. How bout you kiddo? How'd you get in?"

"Man...pssshhhhooooo been awhile." He took a sip and ran his hand through his hair staring up to think.

"Well I lived a few blocks away from the swamp. I used to ride dirtbikes back there and I met Zandar back there a bunch of times. He had a small boat that conked out and I got him started so we started talking...then I started to see him more and more and I was riding deeper into the swamp. I saw the compound and my bike broke down. Like an asshole I just pushed it into the garage...they woulda killed me if it wasnt for Z bein a nice dude sayin I was his friend. I was just a stupid kid. I wrenched my bike and rode out."

"Thats it? Ha! Man that's weak! They shoulda beat your ass! haha..just kiddin;!"

He laughed back, then got back to be being serious.

"Nah Fixer man. My parents fuckin suck. My dad was a real piece of shit ya know? You Italian right?"

I nodded yes.

"Ok, I mean we get boots in the ass and all, but he was too much. Ya know why they call me Thrasher? Because of Thrash!"

He got all wild eyed and crushed his can while he talked.

"Fixer man I grew up with old school Metallica, Megadeth, Exodus, Slayer..you name it. I wanted to play guitar and be in a fuckin band so bad. My dad was all like...that's drug addict shit and wouldnt even let me listin to it. My mom just agreed with him. Seemed the older I got the more he was slappin me around for nothing...bad day at work? Bruno gets whacked. Mom's dinner no good? Bruno gets whacked. Didn't make 1st sqaud for JV? Bruno got his fuckin ass kicked."

"Geez kid, I'm sorry"

"Nah, lemme finish..."

He was all worked up, I just let him vent.

"By the time I was 16 I looked like this.."

He stood up and opened his arms to show off this body builder physique of his.

"I was training hard too Fixer man. Anyway, Christmas came. I woke up and when I went into the kitchen my mom was smiling and all done up pushed me into the living room where I saw it. Man Fixer it was fuckin beautiful...a Gibson Explorer, just like Hetfield uses in Metallica. Pearl white. A full rack and amp...all the accesories under the tree. Then my dad walked in and said Merry Christmas! With this grin on his face...ya know like he was letting me be ME by getting me that."

The kid was on a roll and I admit, I was fuckin captivated.

"I looked at that guitar and looked at him. When I saw him, I felt every sting that his hands made me feel...and not just how fuckin bad it hurt, but how little and embarrased it made me feel ya know? I walked up to that guitar, picked it up...and crack! Right the fuck over my knee."

He was standing now, almost acting out his memory...good lookin kid, built that Thunder Machine..talented. I felt bad a brother had to go through this shit. Guess we all take a beatin' sometimes.

"My scumbag father yells out...Adele..what the fuck is wrong with this freak?! You on drugs you freak?!...He came closer to me and I told him right there--You touch me right now and I'll bust your teeth outta your fuckin mouth. He goes--Bruno..you lost your fuckin mind! Reared back to let a back hand fly and I was just like..POW!! Knocked him across the room! He fell backwards across the couch and my mom started crying. I made him a promise and I kept it. I jumped on him and threw a few more until I saw his front tooth went loose. I looked at him right in the eye and told him, next time you touch me? I'll fuckin kill ya. I got off him, told Adele Merry fuckin Christmas...got my bag and got on my bike. Met Zandar and went through the trials. Now...here I am."

I didn't even know what to say..."God damn man"

"Yeah no worries Fixer, I gotta real family now. Re-fuckinspect for me just bein me with the Noks ya know? Sorry man...I get fuckin amped!...Im so ready for tommorow night Fixer!"

"Yeah me too Thrasher, good stuff." After this story, I swear to Christ anyone lays a hand on this kid I'll be their worst nightmare.

"Yeah man..good stuff. Wheew..ah...man. Ok cool. I'm calm. Tomorrow night for real."

"Tomorrow night for real kiddo."

I raised my can to his and we nodded our heads and threw em back.

Again, I find brothers within the Noks that I'm willing to fight and die with, tomorrow it is....

[W.O. leroy]

Fucking epic mate, I love how you are fleshing out all the Noks man. Awesome keep em comin'.

[Flint071]

This is getting better and better with every chapter.

[PitViper]

This is getting better and better with every chapter.

Thanks...now get back to work!

[Trooper618]

Damn you now i am gonna have to hunt down the noks for my collection

[Spectre]

Excellent as always. Keep it goin

[ChevyMel]

Your Imagination is absolutely incredible !!!!!! This story is so captivating......... This should be published. -I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

[PitViper]

"This place fuckin sucks."

"Yup Croc, it fuckin sucks."

We got here last night in 2 of Irvington's finest tactical trucks. It's Monday morning and about 85 degrees in blazing sun at 10 AM.

Everyone is settling up for tonight's raid and Croc Master and I have been given the honors of pulling some guard. Yup, 2 white guys standing in front of the steps of a project in the heat.

They're starting to come out of the woodwork now. Shit I've already had cars with pitch black tint creep by me with enough bass comming out of a sub to split the street. Seen crack and spark heads. Boys starting to congregate on the corner with red bandannas hanging from their jeans.....we're targets. I mean I gotta Glock under my tank top and I'm sure Croc has something, but still.

I look over and his arms are crossed with his foot behind him up against a street light.

He nods foward.

"Fixer look."

"What?"

I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Look how that wannabe gangsta rapper is pulling that dog."

Some kid, maybe 16, all thugged out is walking a pit bull that clearly is exhausted and needs water. It's a puppy and it's being yanked by thick chain.

That's my soft spot but I cant endanger the mission by starting with a kid and..

"Aye! My man. C'mere for a minute."

"Who me??"

Before I could think of it, Croc Master called out to the kid in his gravel voice. He sounded like he was making fun of the kid by trying to speak his language.

"Whatchoo wan't?"

"Why ya yankin that dog like that hommie? Can't ya see he's tired and thirsty?"

"Yo, this my muthafuckin dog, whatchoo think? cuz you big you be tellin me shit? My block son."

The dog paid no mind as the kid finished his sentence and lifted up his oversized Knicks jersey to show the handle of what looked like a Berretta in his belt.

"Step off bitch, or watch you get smoked for real."

"Fixer...what the fuck is he saying?"

"He said it's his dog and mind your business."

He never looked away from the kid. Croc master was about a ft taller than him, pure muscle in army pants and a black wife beater. The kid was about 100 lbs soakin wet and wore over sized clothes and a side ways baseball cap...he stared right back. I'll give him on thing. The kid has balls.

"I can't do that Fixer. We're animal lovers around here."

"Kid look, just...just give my friend the pup and we'll let it go."

"You too ma'fucka? Yo, YA'LL about to get smoked."

"Nah, Fixer..none of us are negotiators around here I guess."

"Easy Croc..."

Before I could blink Croc Master kicked the kid the stomach and when he leaned forward he grabbed him by the throat with one hand and pulled the gun out of his belt with the other. I heard the pup yelp as the kid stepped on his paw. Fast hands for a big guy.

"Now..now ya little motherfucker..you gonna pull that dog again??"

"Grrrmmmmpphhhh"

"Now he was choking him with both hands and the kids feet were off the ground."

"Let em go Croc, we'll just take the dog!"

He dropped the kid on the curb and breathed heavy over him. A car went by very slowly watching this. I could feel eye balls and was hopping the window wasn't gonna roll down for a drive by.

The kid massaged his neck and gasped for air, coughing and choking..his voice broke.

"Bofh you...I swear..you...you..done...I swear ima kill yo ass..I.."

Unbeliveable. I just hoped Croc wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Wow kid ya gotta thick skull..and we gotta new dog. Know what else you got?"

Just as the the kid looked up still gasping for air...

"A scar cocksucker!"

Croc pulled his Bowie knife from his boot and slashed across the kid's face. Right across the cheek. When he put his hands up to his face I saw that sticky purple mess ooze between his fingers. Mighta split his face open with that one.

"Here's one for the road!"

He leaned over and jabbed that knife into the side of his thigh and pulled up. The kid screamed moved his hands to show the side of his face nearly split in half...I picked the dog up who was a second from licking up some blood.

Croc Master pulled the knife out and wiped it on the kid's shirt, sheathed it and picked him up under his arm pits.

"Listin to me you little fuck! It's our street...OURS!! I see you one more time, I swear to Christ I'll fuckin murder ya. Understand that? Limp outta here and never come back...ever. Cockfuckinsucker."

"Jesus Christ Croc..."

I watched the kid hobble across the street holding his face, running somewhat aimlessly until he made it across and down the block, he dissapeared around the corner.
He was still breathing heavy and angry, he watched the kid the whole time grinding his teeth and clinching his fists.

I stood there with an all white scrawny pit bull puppy in my arms that was panting.

"Fuck PETA Fixer, we do things our way hehe heh!"

"I guess we bring him inside?"

"Yeah bring 'em inside and give him some water...NOT in my apartment, dog's had a bad enough life as it is."

"Gotcha, I'll send someone out."

"Yup. Wheew that winded me. I gotta start training harder."

I walked inside with this dog, the reception should be interesting. Especially being that we're planning on destroying half this block in a few hours.

Never a dull moment.

[W.O. leroy]

Awesome as always mate, I'm a dog owner myself and if anyone laid a hand on him I would slit there throats. Well done bro. :)

[Trooper618]

well said, well saidi am still here lovin evey minute.

[PitViper]

Thanks guys, little filler there till I get my head outta my ass!

[Flint071]

I fucking hate you -

[PitViper]

I fucking hate you -

Nonsense and I appreciate the flowers at work.

[ChevyMel]

Awesome....... I can go take a nap now, (Working nights). LOL I love how you replaced Fixers' dog and of all people to do it ........ Croc Master. LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!

[Neuspeaq]

Man, (bump!) this some (bump!) INSANE fuckin (BUMP!!!) storytelling my friend!!! I challenge you to write the Headman's crew with the same mind-stirring depth!!!
B-E-A-Utiful :) ...

[PitViper]

"Well...that's what I get for sending 2 future pet shop owners to guard the building. Not my responsibility and it's your's or Croc's baggage. We ain't no rescue mission Fixer."

Monkeywrench was irritated. I just walked inside with a dog in my arms while the guys are gearing up. Ripper's soft spot came out and he began to pat his head, the other guys just listined to what went on outside and didn't really break their concentration from gearing up and cleaning their guns. It's getting tense in here.

"I know Wrench, it was fucked up..he wont be in the way. Croc got a bowl and he can eat some scraps till we get back home."

He just sighed, rubbed his eyes and fixed his shades back on his head. Then his phone buzzed.

"Who da fuck is dis."

"Aye Fix! We need a good dog back at the compound, ya did aright by me!"

"Thanks Rip."

"Plus that punk bastard sounded like he need a lesson, fuck em."

"Fuck em."

"Alright, everyone shut up and listin up."

Monkeywrench spoke loud and everyone paid attention. Buzzer who was oiling handguns at the table, Torch playing with a Zippo on the couch with his legs crossed on the coffee table got them promptly smacked off by Monkeywrench.
Zandar, Thrasher, Zanzibar and Roadpig were up on the 10th floor. We have some cameras set up, clean bathrooms and 1 whole apt with all kinds of internet shit. Rest of the floor is bolted up. No one in those rooms.

"Boys upstairs are mapping out where these clowns might be across the street. I gotta text from Zartan saying that he'll arrive later and most likely bringin little sis. For right now we concentrate on the main apartment complex right down the corner. The smaller one next to it is for later. We're thinkin we send a message to the big one, whatever lurks in the smaller one won't fuck around."

"Yeah but we gotta atleast keep an eye right? I mean it ain't but 50 yards from the main one. I'm sure they got soldiers in there, don't wanna get blindsided."

"Ya won't Buzzer. We got survelience upstairs and more importantly, if shit gets outta hand the boss man gave me the code to text for back up."

"Ah fuck them Monkeywrench, that's gonna fuck our cut right?"

1st time I ever saw Torch get bent out of shape with emotion..

"Dunno Torchy, dunno. All I know is losin a few bucks and walkin out in 1 piece might be worth it. Relax it's a last resort."

I had to ask..."What's the back up?"

"Alley Vipers on loan from Cobra. 'Bout a 10 man squad. They either come how we came...bullshit Police trucks, or make an entrance on rooftops. Don't know yet, don't know if we need em."

His eyes squinted and he got distant when he talked about the trucks and the rooftops. I wouldn't call it lack of confidence but I knew he was thinking hard.

"Hopefully it wont come to that, and we handle it ourselves...I hate havin to ask for help, fuck."

"So we good?"

"Not yet, slight change of plans...instead of just busting the place up Zarana is gonna make our entrance and give em a surpise. Pig, Zanzibar, Zandar and Fixer wont be far behind. As soon as the word gets out....light em up boys. Try to save some product, no kids, no women and fuck the rest. We good?"

In unison they nodded..

"Then get me a cold one and hit our song ya Nok fucks!!"

Now we roared!!!

I heard Wrench talk into his radio to tell the boys upstairs to come on down. It was ritual time...heading into the early evening, the kevlar comes out, the guns, blades and my PSE come out. I watch Pig suit up into his armor. Torch checks his tanks and smiles and Wrench slaps me on the back, smiles and puts an ice cold Budweiser in my hand with a foamy top.

Those famous notes bleed out into the room from a boombox in the corner. Ripper pounds on the wall and yells "We goin to work Croc Masta!!!"...

By the time Brian Johnson gives the 1st vocal on For Those About To Rock, we are fucking amped. Thrasher walks in all armored up and slaps everyone 5 and pounds on Pigs shoulder pads, the rest follow...

"Stand up and be counted, for what you are about to recieve. We are the dealers, we'll give ya everything you need...."

Time for war.

[Trooper618]

this just keeps getting better. i am liking these noks more and more, kick ass.

[Breakerfan]

Fixer? Looks like Breaker just got an arch enemy!

on edit

Aw crap! I thought Fixer was the character. Upon reading closer, I realized he was the dog. Now I feel like a douche!

[Trooper618]

Fixer? Looks like Breaker just got an arch enemy!

on edit

Aw crap! I thought Fixer was the character. Upon reading closer, I realized he was the dog. Now I feel like a douche!

keep reading

[Exciter]

PitViper,

Check this one out.

http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-joe-customs-finished-projects/135012-fixer-w-o-leroy.html

[PitViper]

PitViper,

Check this one out.

http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-joe-customs-finished-projects/135012-fixer-w-o-leroy.html

Absolutely amazing, see his thread for my post!

[The Delta]

we need more man.

[PitViper]

we need more man.

I'll start working on stuff this week, been so busy again!

Don't worry it's commin'

[Trooper618]

Don't rush the man this is good stuff and it takes time.

[Trooper618]

Well it has been a month since my last post on this thread and still nothing.

[EasySimplestuff]

Well it has been a month since my last post on this thread and still nothing.


Yeah... WTF???

[W.O. leroy]

Yes, please PV bring on the awesomness!!!

[BL4CK5H33P]

This is some sick, sick, sick... did I mention fuckin' sick!!! storytellin' shit man!!! ... Noks are some wicked nasty mofos... & Zartan is one calculatin' cold ass kill your whole family spooky kinda fucker... I fuckin' LOVE this PV - pleez get more written soon!

BTW - I've done some original Nok character/customs here are the links...

BL4CK5H33P's Mission Prospect - Throttle | Custom Figure Wars (http://www.customfigurewars.com/content/bl4ck5h33ps-mission-prospect-throttle)
BL4CK5H33P's Mission Prospect - Mad Hatter | Custom Figure Wars (http://www.customfigurewars.com/content/bl4ck5h33ps-mission-prospect-mad-hatter)
BL4CK5H33P's Mission Prospect - Madam Itchy | Custom Figure Wars (http://www.customfigurewars.com/content/bl4ck5h33ps-mission-prospect-madam-itchy)

I think they fit in w/ the same style of Nokverse you have created here... not as good a writer as you are & not even close to as immersive of a story as you've got here... I'm a big fan of this thread!!!

[PitViper]

Thank you...I wrote the last chapter about 3 times and delted it because it sucked ass.

Last thing I wanna do is post something the Noks will beat me up over lol......I havent forgotten, I promise to get us all reading again soon!

[Trooper618]

How soon is soon?

[EasySimplestuff]

...

[EasySimplestuff]

How soon is soon?

Not soon enough!!!

[PitViper]

One guard in some para military bs down the hall. Who the fuck wears a trench coat in 90 degree weather??

We wait outside and watch our girl do her thing. Zarana in an oversized coat with her hood up heads hobbling down the hall and does her best to change her voice.

"Pa'don me, anyone got sum change?? Who gots change?"

"Hey you, you buyin?"

"I needs some change mista.."

"You aint buyin, you're gettin out."

"...but mista the change...it's commin."

We watched hidden behind the corner of the doorway to the complex as she hobbled hunched over and got closer. Now he was all police like on her, pulling up his belt and walking fast towards her, annoyed.

"Do not move, let me see your face!"

"Change mister, it's commin."

Zarana still doing her best to sound like a cross between an old black woman and a crackhead.

Ripper whispered excitedly "Here it comes boys, here it comes!!"

The guard was in arms reach and Zarana took a knee.

"Take off your hood, where are you from!"

"...."

"I said WHERE ARE YOU FROM?!!?"

From here, we could hear her real voice echo...

"Haha, oh sweetie...I'm from......HELL!!"

In one swift move she showed her face by flipping off her hood and sticking a dagger into his stomach, then twisting it. He fell fast.

"Arrgggghhhh....breach! Breee...aach"

She stood over him as he held his belly wound and tightened the silencer on her piece.

He held his hand out open palmed towards her...

"Oh piss off."

Fffft! Fffft! 2 rounds to the head from a silenced Berretta.

She looked him over and spun around, undoing her coat simultaneously.

"Ya waitin for an invitation? Let's go wankers!"

I feel a hand push on my back.

"Lock and load boys...go time!"

[Trooper618]

Thanks for the birthday gift. Zarana sure is a bitch

[PitViper]

Thanks for the birthday gift. Zarana sure is a bitch

Thank you! and you're welcome and happy bday!

Just a little something to let everyone know I havent forgotten and the "big chapters" are on their way.

[W.O. leroy]

Awesome PV, so glad your writing again. I can't wait for the next part.

[ChevyMel]

Awesome and waiting...................

[Neuspeaq]

Yeah, (bump,) SOMEBODY (BUMP!!!) Needs to get off their creative ASS (!!BUMP, DAMMIT!!!) and start writin' again...
You were depicting the 'Noks Exactly how I've felt they Should've been portrayed.
Uuhh, (B! U! M! P! @+#*?!)

[Trooper618]

PV where oh where have you been come on already.

[Trooper618]

Post more pv

[W.O. leroy]

Where are you PV?

[agent888]

i never cared much for copperhead or crok master but i added them to my nok roster on account of this thread. great work please give us more.

[PitViper]

Just like that shit changed.

We had this thing all mapped out and planned, we were gonna follow a system. Boy's across the way were gonna give us the heads up and we were gonna pick 'em off carefully, weren't supposed to bring major heat till later.

It's all changed now. Zarana got down here and told us to follow her lead, her word was commin' from boss man. So here were are. The core group plus little sis who just bled out a Headhunter....

...straight demoliton, kill everything.

Zarana sheaths the dagger back in her boot, crouched down she runs across the hall to the stairwell and points up.
I'm second in line. Ripper is ahead of me, Buzzer behind and Torch has the back. You can cut the tension with a knife, I fuckin' hate this pussyfooting around crap. The place is sweltering hot and it smells. Smells like old lead paint and garbage. The waiting is killin me.

Ripper looks back at me and I can see the sweat pouring out under his shades down his cheek.

Very quietly.."Follow me up the stair's and whip around the corner to peep up the 2nd floor."

"Yup."

Here we go, side by side up the steps to the landing...clear.

We wait, breathe and keep the stocks of the AKs to our shoulders pointed up as we quitley head up the next few steps to the 2nd floor.

Side by side on the 2nd floor it's too quiet. Nothing, no TV noise, no kids, nothing. Ripper takes a step forward.

"Go down, bring em up."

I held my AK up and crept back down the steps to give a hand signal to Zarana...still no noise, fuckin humidity in this place is worse than the swamp, my shirt and web gear sticks to me as I go down one step at a time. Finally to the landing and I see Zarana, I give her a thumbs up for Buzzer and Torch and wait a sec for them.

BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!! BBRRRRAAAP!!!!! BRRRAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!

"GO GO GO!!! GET DA FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!"

Before I could even get back up the steps Rippper came barreling down them and pushed me down with him.

"What the fuck!?"

"FUCKIN 50 OF EM JUS' CAME OUTTA DA DOORWAYS...GO!!"

We ran towards the door we came in as fast as we could to go back.

"Oh fuck Buzz...oh fuck us."

"You aint kiddin' Torch."

We get to the door to see another 100 of em out on the street.

"Zarana, back up, now...NOW!"

"Ahead of you Fix"

"Aint no back door in this fuckin place!?"

"I don't know man, but if they wanted to kill us they couldve already."

No one came down the steps, no one moved closer to the curb. What were our boys doing upstairs across the way? How did this get by em?

"DREADNOKS!!"

Someone yelled down from upstairs...

"Dreadnoks!!! You owe us a life!!"

Buzzer cupped his mouth and yelled up..."Get fucked!"

"We are willing to negotiate. Send one up, we'll make this even and you can walk on out."

My turn...."Or?"

"Or we come down stairs and murder all of you biker trash."

They can't know about our boys across the street...unless they got to em. What the fuck.

"Oh dis boy is a riot, heh heh"

One thing I'll give Torch, he don't scare easy

. I looked over at Zarana who put her index finger up to her lip and held up her phone....back up was comming.

POP!! POP!! POP!!

Gunfire in the distance outside between the buildings, gotta be our boys taking shots.

POP!!! POP!!! PA-POP!!

Now I see the Headhunters turning their backs to us and concentrating on the windows upstairs...they're sniping! Takin' the heat off.....

"DREADNOKS!! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS!!"

Zarana's phone buzzed and she smiled. No more whispering.

"Boys, stay alive for 5 minutes. Cobra en route, big brother too."

I hollerd back up..."Hey uhhh...Mr. Headhunter??"

"Yeah!?"

"We would like to surrender as a group!!"

"..."

"Yep dats right...we uuhhhh...we don't feel like fightin' no more!"

Buzzer said it with a smile, and everyone had a better face on...this is where we shine.

We stood in a little circle and it seemed the tension was gone, the heat was gone. The random sounds of single shot gunfire coming from my brothers....protecting us was enough to make this shit almost....serene. This ass upstairs was hollering down orders to a group of guys surrounded by leather and spiked clad soldiers...and we're laughing. We're ready to fight, we want to fight. I look over and see Zarana texting, Ripper grinning, Buzzer giggling and Torch....has his hand's full. He takes off his tanks and then pulls two small silver grenades from his belt,holds up out to our faces and smiles.

"Torchy specials mates!"

Zarana still texting, doesnt look up...

"Bout another 4 minutes, g'head Torch"

"Fuckin A"

Torch walked up to the stairs pulled the pins and yelled up...

"We was gonna give up, but thought it more fun if ya's grew some balls and came to get us!!"

...........For Those About To Rock

[W.O. leroy]

Awesome!! Well worth the wait mate.

[BL4CK5H33P]

Next chapter --- KABOOOOOM!!! Hell 2 the yeah!!!

[Trooper618]

The shakes have stopped for now pv.

[PitViper]

....CLINK..CLINK...

"Ears"

Torch plugged his ears and grinned. We all followed.

FssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

"Ok kiddies, get ready, here they come!"

Zarana held two 9mm pistols towards the staircase and we all had our AK's, Torch quickly strapped his tanks on and got lit up.

BRRRAAAP...BRAP...BRAAAP...

Shots in short bursts fired down getting closer now we could see the silhouettes in the smoke comming down the steps.

"Lemme through, light deez pricks up..."

FWOOO---FWWOO--FWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!

Torch stood in the middle of Ripper and I and shot flame right up the stairs. Ripper and I squeezed off a few rounds and stopped. Buzzer covered Zarana behind us.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! FUCK!!!....Mother FUCKER!!....Can't....Can't"

The gunfire and yelling from upstairs stopped and the crackling and popping of Torch's fire was all you could hear, the heat was almost unbearable.

"Hey!! Headhunters?? Are you fireproof! heheh...c'mon down!! Ya' the next contestant on the Torch show!"

We all watched the flame intently, it was practically a wall now. Torch has clearly become leader of this situation.

"No way Fixer, no way they can come down now, the way we saw em? Fuckin fatigues and leather jackets? We prolly snuffed 4 or 5 of em? Leaves another what? 20 in the apartments?"

"Probably, unless more are hiddin' on that floor or higher up somewhere, just be cool...what's the deal Zarana?"

"1 minute, then we walk out......the.....front?"

"Aww what the fuck is this shiiiiiiiiit now?"

I never took my eyes off the fire and the stair well, just stood there next to Rip and Torch. They both stood like statues and Torch throttled his gear almost emotionless.

Fwwooosh...Fwooooooooooooooosh. Fwoo..Fwooosh.

"Killin me wit dat heat Torchy...killin me"

"Killin em all Rip."

"What's the deal Buzzer?"

"Don't look now Fix ,about 4 of dem paddy wagons readin' Irvington S.W.A.T just pulled up and we gots us a birdie in the air."

"No shit."

"No shit Fixer...and uhhh...our enemies seem to be.....running towards the trucks."

I backed up to take a look, sun was setting and these jet black trucks were lining up in the street with the red lights glaring on the apartment windows. A few cruisers followed and now shit was shaking because of the bird in the air...not ours, not circling with that spot light.

"Hey guys, hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think we got us some corrupt cops outside."

"Wass that' Fix?"

Ripper leaned his head back, he was paying attention to both me and the stairs.

"Uhhh, yup. Headhunters and SWAT guys are no fuckin doubt pouring out of Irvington's convoy."

"No shit"

"Zarana?"

"Last time we don't use those damn comm links I'll tell ya that Fixer!"

"Buzzer shut the fuck up! Zarana?!!?"

"HISS Tanks being deployed on Chancellor and Lyons Avenue from the Air. Big Brother is on board. Alley, H.E.A.T. Frag and Night Vipers preparing for deployment...and to get us the fuck outta here I might add. F.A.N.G.s layin down some cover right about..."

FWOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISHHHH.......BOOOOOOOOOOOO OM!!!!

"Now"

"An' dat was the muthafuckin roof!!! Wooo!!!"

1st time Torch showed an emotion since he started the fire.

"Buzz an' Torch...get her across the street, Fixer and I are gonna blast at these cocksuckers and regroup with the boys. All dem Vipers? Zartan probably got us goin in as squad leaders again"

"Squad leaders?"

Ripper smiled, slapped my back and raised his eyebrows...."Then we get paid the big bucks Fix, let's get the fuck outta here.....LOCK AND LOAD, WE'RE MOVIN ACROSS THE STREET!!!...before this fuckin places collapses"

We crouched down, took a peak and made it out to the front steps, gun shots, helicopters, red lights flashing up against the projects...and this building is about to go from the top down. Shit, I hope Z has my PSE up there, corrupt cop on a stick.....I love it.

[W.O. leroy]

Awesome PV, great time to get back into it with the 7 packs coming out. Pity I'm the only one to actually have a Fixer figure. :)

[PitViper]

Awesome PV, great time to get back into it with the 7 packs coming out. Pity I'm the only one to actually have a Fixer figure. :)

Thanks bud. Between you guys actually reading it and then word of the 7 pks...my intrest is back. Your Fixer is awesome!

[ChevyMel]

THANK YOU...... You are definitely one of the best, most interesting authors i have ever read. This should be published ......... seriously.

[PitViper]

THANK YOU...... You are definitely one of the best, most interesting authors i have ever read. This should be published ......... seriously.

Geez man...wow..THANK YOU for that, thats nuts lol I'm flattered.

[Flint071]

Glad to see you are still keeping up with it.

Great stuff as usual.

[PitViper]

Glad to see you are still keeping up with it.

Great stuff as usual.

Thanks man, I appreciate that. I feel like I'm kinda clutching at straws...but whatever I'll just do it until it stops being fun.

[PitViper]

Anytime it's this easy, shit ain't right.

A few shots were fired in our direction but our boys upstairs in the windows gave us enough cover to get across the street and inside.

We practically switched sides with them. Police trucks and cruisers rode up on the sidewalk of the building we just ran out of. The roof top was ablaze and F.A.N.G.s could be heard but went unseen in the night sky.

"Upstairs boys!" Ripper led the way and almost hurdled up the steps. Before we got to the top floor Thrasher and Zander ran out to us.

"You guys alright??"

"Yeah Z, we're good."

"Good. Those fucks mustve jammed our com, these blue tooths werent worth a shit."

"Heh, you're tellin' us."

"Everybody in!!....NOW!"

Couldn't see him, but I knew that was Monkeywrench yelling out from down the hall. We made our way up and all of us headed down the hallway towards the apartment.

"Fixer, Rip, Torch, Buzz, girlie....glad you're all alive. Wish we had more time to fuck off but we don't so, basically the Viper Squads are gonna do their thing and we're working as a group with the Alleys.

"Everyone grab a heater and back down we go. Zartan says we wait downstairs for the Alley Vipers and take front lines wit' em. Good?"

Everyone nodded and mubbled in unison.

"Good"

"She's stayin' in the room with Croc Master"

"Like bloody hell I am Pig!"

"Road Pig is right, Zarana, ya done good. Stay down stairs with zookeeper and be ready with the phone. That's where we need ya."

"I told ya"

"Fuck off Road Pig."

We made our way down stairs and from the inside of the building I could hear the very distinct sound of metal treads on pavement, then the whir of a turbo on a turbo diesel engine idling down. We got outside and 2 tanks with glass canopys and open turrets were side by side on the street. The street lights and flashing police lights helped me catch the flat black paint and the number 788 in red. Zartan stood in the back of the turret looking over at us. No wave or direction just a stern look then straight ahead again. There were 2 soldiers in full helmets wearing green and what seemed to be night vision on their helmets riding with him. The 2nd tank had 3 of these crazy looking soldiers. We stepped out onto the street and the idling engines made it hard to hear, the real crazy shit was seeing all those damn police trucks with lights flashing and no one making a move. Headhunters and SWAT members were gearing up and we could barely see them.

Finally Zartan looked over and yelled down.

"Wrench! They're bringing up the rear! Follow orders!"

The Tank revved and I heard some static come out of the turret's comm.

Monkeywrench gave a nod back and pointed down the street.

"Hey Fix, you ever seen these dudes before??"

Thrasher yelled out to me pointing in their direction.

"Nope!"

"Haha, well they fuck shit up, get ready dude!"

10 soldiers in bright hunter's orange and dark blue came running towards us, holding shields to their sides. They wore helmets with the visors up as they approached us. The leader gave a hand signal and they suddenly became 2 groups with 5 of them breaking away and running to the far side of one of the tanks.

"Hail Cobra! Whose acting leader?"

"That's me, I'm Monkeywre---"

"I'm Field Sgt. You'll follow my command."

"Yeah, that's great and all but if you cut me off again, or slight me in anyway, I'll cut your black balls off, understand me?"

The Sgt was unmoved, as if what Monkeywrench said didn't even register. I could tell he was African American, guessing mid to late 30's. Big guy and all business. The kind of dude you see in old war movies.

"We're preparing for war Dreadnok. I haven't lost a man yet and I don't intend to today. If my authority or how I run my squad bothers you, perhaps it's best you stay inside. I find soldiers with more on their mind than the task at hand get other soldiers killed. Understood.?"

Monkeywrench was at a loss, I don't think anyone has ever talked shit to him like this before. He just turned around and to us and rubbed the back of his neck, then tilted it to the side and whinced as he cracked it.

"Ahhh boys, what we do for money."

Still none of us questioned him. I'm ready to die for this guy not some jerk off in bright colors barking orders.

Monkeywrench turned back to him.

"Yeah you got it chief, what's your name?"

"You can call me Anvil. That's Razorback....Cro-Bar....Angel and Viking. We're what the Commander calls Satan's Hammer."


"Weeeeeeeee HOOOOOOOOOOO!!! The most prolific sonsabitches you ever worked with! An' we ain't lost a fight yet!"

The Viper he just called Razorback got excited and shouted out with a heavy southern drawl.

"Razorback!"

"Sorry Sarge, just ready! How bout ya'll?? Ya'll Ready??!!"

Ripper just stared at Razorback then looked at me.

"This guy is fuckin' retarded. Ya believe it Fix?? Hehe...we get to fight with fuckin retards!"

Monkeywrench just slapped Ripper's back.

"Dreadnoks, the primary targets are the trucks. We'll approach it head on and then when we bait them, we'll begin to flank. Team 2 is going to finish the building and get behind them."

"You got it....boss."

"OK, Visors are down H.U.D. is online and we are Oscar Mike!"

The tanks began to higher the idle and start rolling, we all ran on the side of them getting closer to the wall of police vehicles.

To my left was Thrasher, to my right was Road Pig.

"Hey..."

"Yeah Pig?"

"Where the fuck is Zanzibar?"
　
　
　

[Trooper618]

pv you're back and in a good way. great stuff.

[ChevyMel]

Toooooo Sweet !!!!!!!!!!

[Trooper618]

hello is anybody here?

[W.O. leroy]

Man I don't know how I missed the last one but wow, I so love reading this. I really can't wait to see the Satan's hammer get in on the action. Great job PV, I feel some more customs coming on.

[Unclassified]

is this the thread where the drug addicts get their fix?

[Darkfire]

Must... have... MMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!

[PitViper]

New stuff coming soon guys and thank you so much for the good word!

I have writers block like a mofo! I plan on getting drunk with my 7 pack for some inspiration :)

[Darkfire]

Still waiting...

[Trooper618]

and waiting

[Neuspeaq]

very much enjoyed!!! (again) keep up the good work!!!

[Neuspeaq]

Bump bump bump

[Darkfire]

Bump

[Viper6]

Im loving this so far, not too many write to your calibre,,,i dabble as well. check out the crimson cloth for a twisted tale of the CGC and keep this shit comming. if you ever want to colaborate PM me.

[jgasbo1]

Bump. Great work! Just read all 19 pages!! Keep it coming boss!!

[Trooper618]

bump

[Night Viper 143]

This stuff is brilliant! I can't believe I just found it today.

[Neuspeaq]

BUMP...

P.S. Hope you enjoyed the subtle tie-in I wrote into my fanfic THE SLEEPING SWORD (somewhat) connecting it to your master work...
I couldn't help it, this shit's BANANAS :) !!!

[jgasbo1]

Please - continue this great story!

[Trooper618]

the silence is deafening P.V.

[Trooper618]

Damn it man i am really starting to tweak.

[Neuspeaq]

Bump!