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03-01-2010, 08:13 PM | #1 |
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After reading D.H. and Troy's great Joe Verse's, I thought I might give this a shot. Nowhere near as in depth, this is gonna be more like the retarded cousin.
I'm gonna play off of some actual happenings in the Joe Verse with an idea I had. Feel free to critique...fair warning I AM NOT A WRITER...just killing some time and having fun, hope you get a kick out of it! It has been awhile since Broca Beach had a "drug problem". Unfortunatly old habits die hard. The town that had returned to its "upright citizens" roots has been having trouble keeping the criminal element out. The apartment complex down the street has been converted to a lab with junkies and cookers as its tennants. Children from good homes are being pushed on, and good homes are being torn apart. Good Cobra homes. Intel has reached the Commander and he personally put together a team of muscle to deliver a message, very loud and clear. "Let a few of these.....circus freaks earn their pay" A man in a Siegie suit named Fred saw to commanding this group and getting the message to his hometown pronto. "The Commander wants this place busted up, let one of them live as a warning to the rest. I'll do the talking when we get there...you boys should enjoy this". An Arbco Linen truck idles with a Cobra Trooper in the driver's seat. Fred got in the through the back 1st to take the passenger seat, fully uniformed with his helmet in his lap. Road Pig and Big Boa jumped in next and Croc-Master hoists his gator in and shuts the door behind him. Boa's helmet muffled voice rang out "Make sure that thing's trap is tapped up good." Croc-Master: "It is....but she's hungry. Heh-heh". Slapping a very unenthused Road Pig's arm. Fred looked back, eyeing up the gator and slid the gate behind the drivers closed. The team now known as Damage Inc. was on its way. Pt 2. The Arbco truck pulled up to the complex. It was a beautiful spring mid-day and Fred got out of the truck and breathed in the warm spring air and walked around the back of the truck. He knocked 3 times then proceeded to the driver. "They're ready, tell them to meet me in the hall of the 2nd floor outside the elevator in no more than 5 min." "Yes Sir." Fred walked quickly to the elevator, while inside he checked his revolver and knife. The tone rang out and the door opened. 2 teenagers squatting down stared up at the man in Crimson red, both in a drug induced stooper. Fred looked back and wondered for a brief moment if he should have wore his helmet. This was as personal as it was professional, so the helmet lay on the passenger seat. He walked down the hall and cut through the noises of children crying, domestic violence and the news blaring over various TVs until he reached the end of the hallway. He made sure of the number on the door and walked back to the elevator. DING!...the door opened and over 1,000 lbs of muscle walked out. Road Pig swung his block hammer over his shoulder, Croc Master heeled his "dog" and Big Boa punched his gloves together and said.. "Where...." "This way boys." They all followed Fred to the front of the last door in the hall. No one uttered a word, except for Road Pig's "Smells in here.." Fred stopped and got ready to knock. Without looking back and before the knock he stated in a very clear manner "Follow my orders." "Who is it?" "Open up sir" "Who is it". "Back up."...Fred took out the revolver and shot the 2 locks. "Bust it down". The men all backed away except Road Pig..."Ahhhhh..Arrrrrr" KRA-KOOM!!!!...The giant of a man smashed through the door, with his hammer and took a step in. 5 men about a quarter of his size all scrambled, a few shots rang out. Fred calmly called out "Disarm them." Boa and Croc Master Walked inside and Fred followed. A man hidden under a table aimed a shotgun and in a quick fluid motion Fred pivoted to his side and shot the man point blank in the head with his revolver. As Croc Master made his way to the back room with Road Pig, Fred stood in the center of the living room lab.."Who is in charge here." "Boa, kill anyone who tries to leave." A terrified voice rang out "FUCK THIS!" and a man with rubber chemical gloves and goggles made a mad dash to the door. "No it doesnt work like that". Big Boa grabbed the man by the throat, his massive boxing glove constricting his throat..the mans body bent backwards, small pops and cracks could be heard from his neck. "It works...like this". As he lowered the man down squeezing harder with his left hand he began to throw short jabs with his right, one every 2 seconds or so. The man began to gargle blood and both whole and parts of teeth were stuck to his chin with blood and saliva. The punches got faster and faster. WHUMP..WHUMP..WHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMP. The blood splashed and stained all over Boa's chest and dripped from his gloves. The body lay limp and lifeless at his feet. In the back room another terrified voice screamed and pleaded. "Noooooo! Please!! Get that thing away...Please! I love my mother...please get it away!!!" "Hahahaha...whatsamatter kid!?..you dont wanna play with my puppy??....c'mon pussy!!!...Put your hand out and give a pet to my Suzy Q!" The massive Croc Master laughed as he straddled the the gator and held the victim in the corner...pointing and laughing some more. "If you've had your fun feel free to....feed your...dog" "Awwwww...ya win some, ya lose some!!...See ya sucker!" Croc Master got off the gator and the beast hissed and snapped "NOOOOO...Puh puh...please, I promise...I'll stt-stopp.." Silence. The boys head crushed in the gators jaw. Eyes bulged out, legs and feet shook and convulsed, tails wrapped around boddies and furniture broke apart. "Bon apetite Suze...and enjoy em, cuz we aint got shit for ya till we get home"... 2 left. "I cant let you both live, so which one of you is a better story teller?" The 2 boys stood before Fred..."please mister we--" "SHUT UP!" "One of you will tell your boss what happened, and it simply wont happen again. Are we clear?" "Sir..I--" Fred shot the boy between the eyes point blank. His body fell quick and heavy. The revolver is holstered again. The other boy stood before Fred, tears running down his face and a piss dripping from his jeans. "The one I killed couldnt even answer my question, how could I trust him with delivering a message to his boss? I can count on you cant I?...Cant...WE count on you?" "Sir, yes sir you can count on me sir!" "Road Pig?...Destroy the lab" Road Pig roared and swung his hammer with conviction. Beakers shatter, tables are cracked in half...a storm of dust, shards of glass, spilled chemical and pure aggression. "Croc-Master...tape her up and move out." The crew walked out the way they walked in and Fred delivered the news to the Commander. The team followed orders and worked together well. Now, officially, they would go under the name Damage Inc. and be dispatched for things of this nature. However small it may be, today was a victorious for Cobra. Hail Cobra!!! |
03-01-2010, 11:05 PM | #2 |
Darth_Henning
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This looks like a very good start. Looking forward to see where you go with it.
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03-01-2010, 11:31 PM | #3 |
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