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02-11-2012, 03:05 AM | #1 |
Forever Ronin
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CHASING THE SKYLINE
(Friday, 2300.EST, Departing from Islamorada FL, towards the 5 Mile Bridge...) There's something about the hum... Something about the steady vibrations emanating from a 74 cubic inch V-Twin engine's 1000 and 1 such individual components working together in perfect unison. The sibling custom chrome tailpipes giving voice to my '65 Panhead, as it roars its way down the open road. It begs me to reach for the suicide-shifter, itchin' for the opportunity to scream like a dragon awakened. My 'Iron Horse' and I, we've been down this road before... (Earlier that day, 1500.EST) I'd taken advantage of my 'down-time' these past eight months, workin' on the hog, and learnin' the scales to a couple of my favorite TOOL songs, (Sober's my favorite.) I use the terms down-time Loosely, cuz I feel it's more accurately an indefinite amount of time Uncle Sam opted to put me out to pasture, until it felt that it was in need of my 'unique skill-set' again. Must be all of the Government Issued Uhber ninjas have got their hands full... F*cking Posers, that's what we are; I mean think about it. We pride ourselves on being such an enlightened society, with such sophistication. You ask me, the way a nation's military carries itself, and its operations, say Alot about how truly 'socially advanced' they are, and following those Very Same rules, Uncle Sam's no different than feudal Japan... Most significantly influential government 'policies' are either paid for, or made by the one on the wrong end of a gun; or blade, in the dark. There I go veering off course again... To make a long story short, I was crashing at an old friend's, (and part-time band-mate's,) pad off in the Keys, when I'd gotten the 'Call'. You know, the One call Every bench-warming Joe wants to hear; either letting you know 'hey, thanks for your service, but we've officially removed you from the roster', OR the garbled one, hinting at a new gig. Command's a real laugh sometimes... I was in the garage, wrenchin' the hog, when McConnell started bangin' on the door. Apparently, he'd tried callin' me a couple'a times, but I'd had the Nonpoint CD blastin' at near full volume, (Damn, Tribute's the jam!!) Anyways, as soon as I'd cancelled the tunes, I looked up to see his frazzled expression. "What gives Rock', what's up with the bangin'?" "Dude, I tried callin' you; you gotta phone call." "Oh; my bad. Tell 'em I'll call 'em later; I'm in the zone, you dig?" "Uhm, yeah; no can do. I think it's urgent." "Just how urgent is urgent? Spit it out man!" "Uhh, your 'Uncle Joe' is on the line, WAITING FOR YOU." "Oh SH*T, DAMN!!! Why didn't you tell me?!? DAMMIT!!!" I beat feet outta the garage, hightailed it into the kitchen, and grabbed the cordless. "Hey Uncle, sorry I kept you waitin', what's happenin'?" "Is this my nephew Sleepy?" Replied the voice on the other side, heavily masked by voice scrambling software. "Yes it is Sir, uh, I mean-" "Lose the Sir." "Sorry Uncle." "Confirmation?" "Like a lazy summer's day." "Excellent, voice sig analysis also confirms." "What's up?" "I'm going to need you to pay your cousin Smiley a visit in Florida City; he's got some mail of yours, you NEED to pick up. After you've looked into it, come pay me a visit. See you soon." "Oh; ok. Thanks-a-" aaannnd the phone went dead; story of my life. No Love for the second stringers. So, after collecting a few 'items' I felt I might need along the way, and loading them on the bike; I said my goodbye's to McConnell before hittin' the road. Now here I am; on the road again, new gig on the horizon, on my way to Florida City, to 'pay a visit to my Cuz'. I won't lie, I'm a little wound up. Call it a hunch, but I have a feeling the Sh*ts gonna hit the proverbial fan with this one; if so, its been a looong time comin'.
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02-15-2012, 05:11 AM | #2 |
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ROAD-MAP TO OBLIVION
(Approximately Two and a Half Hours Later...) I'd made it into Florida City in short time. I opted to overshoot the meeting place by a couple a' miles up North Dixie Highway, until I'd gotten to North Krome Avenue, where I then pulled into an old haunt of mine; the kind of dive you'd hole up in, if you didn't want to raise too many eyebrows - The Super 8. Don't get me wrong, it's a dump; (to put it mildly.) But it's the kind of place where most everyone seems to know how much it pays to mind their own business. Everyone's got their hands in somethin', and no-one wants to heat the place up. The same old nighttime attendant was still workin' there, and his face lit up as he recognized me. He always liked the quiet ones who payed in advance. Lucky for me, the same room I always made it a point to stay in was vacant; room 214. It was the room farthest from the flight of steps, (the more traditional means of approach,) and only one floor up. Just in case I needed to get back to the hog quick-fast-and-inna'-hurry, all I'd need do is jump the guardrail and I'm there. I left the bulk of my gear in the room; with the exception of the Taurus .40 caliber, which I'd left holstered to my side, the Walther P .38, holstered on the inside of my left boot, and the twin Kukri knives I had sheathed in the small of my back. I left the Shirasaya Katana, and Wakizashi under the bed; both of which were handed down to me from my Grandfather. I remember it as if it were yesterday, when it was time for my instruction, how regal he would look sporting the pair of them. I think he called them Daito, or somethin' like that. Anyways. He would always try to sneak in some facet of the way wildlife would interact with each other in our lessons. He loved the country, loved toiling the land, and wanted to impart that love to me. Knowing him, I'm sure he found the Bird's Eye Maple finishes to his liking; he always valued the beauty of nature, and everything in it. I Miss my Grandfather... Anyways, enough of that. I set up an emergency med-kit by the bathroom sink, in case I'd need one. I also had a spare in one of the saddle-bags on the bike, in addition to four extra clips for the .40 cal., two more clips for the Walther P .38, three Flash-bang grenades, and an incendiary, (in case things got REALLY hairy.) Last, but not least, I set up this 'gizmo' that Sci-Fi jury-rigged for me on the floor. I ran the wire leading from it up to, and around the doornob; fastening the wire in place, along the side of the door with medical tape. It came with a remote, which I keep in the inside pocket of my jacket. ANYone attempting to open the door, without first remote-deactivating the device would know what it would feel like to kiss 10,000 volts of electricity. And that sadistic b*stard of a madman actually equipped it to hold 5 charges!! As if somebody wouldn't get the point, the first FOUR times. I walked out to the nighttime attendant's office, and slid him a Franklin; told him to keep an eye out for the room, and left him my beeper number, (just in case.) I walked out to the bike, double-checked the contents of its saddle-bags, and was about to leave when I was approached by what looked like a cross between some Emo chick and a prostitute. She seemed a little out of it, (maybe drunk,) as she lumbered/sashayed over to me and the bike. "Hey Luv, you lookin' for a good time?" (The accent threw me for a second, seemed a little outta place here. Then again, that could've just been her attempt at a more 'exotic flair'.) "Nah, uhh, 'Luv' " I responded, "gotta go; maybe next time." I'd just kick-started my ride, when I barely heard her say; "For shame Luv, you don't know what'cha missin'." Somethin' about the look she gave me, as I pulled away, raised a silent alarm in my head; but I had more important things to worry about, than a whore's hurt feelings. Time to hang a little with my 'cuz', earn my keep. I rode off, headin' down towards South Dixie Highway. I wasn't too worried about the time, ( I was early,) nor was I too worried about the trip, (only a twenty minute or so ride,) no; what didn't sit too well with me was the location pre-selected for the meet. I wasn't the biggest fan; but what was I gonna' do?! 'Smiley' always liked the place; said you always met the most 'interesting' people out there. Call me cautious, but I've always been a little wary of what my cousin finds 'interesting'...
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02-15-2012, 03:41 PM | #3 |
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Hey bruh, so far so good!!!
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02-25-2012, 09:23 AM | #4 |
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(Approximately 10 Minutes Later, at the Last Chance Saloon and Package...)
As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I took notice of three things immediately. One, the amount of jacked-up pickups, other Harley's, and lack of out-of-state tags; (giving me a vague impression of the music being played, and to some degree, the crowd.) Two, the overwhelming smell of greasy fried food, (probably the over-priced bar kind.) And lastly Three, the two people who suddenly seemed intently interested in my arrival; one of whom, grabbed his cell phone, and immediately began walking inside the joint. Could be nothing, could be EVERYTHING. What can I say, I take notice of sh*t like that. I parked the hog, grabbed one extra clip for each 'piece', and put them into my jacket pocket. I then activated the 'alarm' on my bike, (the same 'alarm' I've got hooked up to my room's door, only the travel-sized version; wink-wink,) and began crossing the small parking lot, ready to make my way inside. As soon as I made my way towards the door, the other 'interested observer' stepped in front of it, and made as if he were about to pat me down. Just as he began to inch in further, I said, (Very quietly;) "This ain't that kinda' place son. You so much as lay a fingerprint on me, your hands'll come back to you missin' a few digits; ya' dig?" He instantly withdrew his hands, (smart move on his part,) and tried to give me the most menacing facial impression he could muster; it was pathetic. I mean, I've been 'mean-mugged' by professional Killers, this chump couldn't even get my dandruff up; sad. I'd just grabbed the door, when the last thing I heard the little weasel say, before I was about to walk in, was; "Bet you don't sound so tough later, b*tch." I was about to do an about-face, and cave this guy's mug in, but I had people to see, things to do; besides, I could always catch him on the way out. The second I walked inside, I was bombarded with what was, (I can only assume,) the combined 'aroma' of spilled beer, and cat piss; it was nauseating. The design layout was roughly shaped like a capitol letter T. The entrance hallway led into the main room somewhere in the middle. To the left of it, was the bar; to the right, billiard tables, and a few dimly lit booths. That was where I wanted to be. I hadn't seen my 'cousin' anywhere yet, but then, you never Could tell how he'd look anymore; that boy sure loves to play dress-up. I tried to take in more of my surroundings as I approached the bar, and then ordered me a Blue Moon. At the far end of the bar, (towards the rear,) stood a large group of bikers. At first glance, you could tell they weren't the 'weekend warrior' types. You know, the type who held office jobs, and opted to score themselves a hog the first chance they got a sizeable bonus, cuz' they thought it'd make them look 'cooler'. No, these were lifer's, 1%er's to the bone. Next to what I would've voted for, as a prime candidate for the 'alpha-dog' of the bunch, stood the guy I saw in the parking lot; the one who grabbed his cell phone, and high-tailed it inside when he saw me pull in. He was whispering in his ear. I tried payin' it no mind, as I grabbed my drink, ready to make my way over to the booths, when 'Mr. Alpha' decided he wanted to ask me a question. "What's sum slinky-eyed chink, like you, doin' wit' a ride like what'chu got? Wouldn't you be more happier wit' sum plasticky rice burner instead? An what's wit' your rocker? What the Hell kinda' Club is Ronin? I ain't never heard of 'em. Dem sum kinda weekend social club or sumthin'? Hey boys, Jackie Chan wants to be like one of us!!" Apparently, his line of 'questioning' met the approval of his flunkies behind him, who erupted into an obnoxious riot; the whole lot of them. Well, Almost all of them. Amongst his crew, stood a woman. Her hair dyed a scarlet/burgandy color, with a tribal styled Ivy vine tattoo spanning from the left side of her neck, to her left wrist. She wore a black leather jacket, a black wife-beater underneath it, and some faded light blue jeans that clung to her physique. The polished black biker boots she wore, had chrome accents that glittered faintly in the dim atmosphere. While the rest of them were laughing uncontrollably, she stood there staring at me, fixedly trying to gauge what my next move was going to be; studying. For some reason, she struck me as the type who wouldn't be caught dead hangin' out with these idiots, but what the hell did I know? I was about to fire off some smart*ss comeback, when I suddenly heard a voice, calling out from the billiard area; "Hey Cuz, Long time no see!! How's the family?" I snapped my head around in time to see Him; and were it not for his trademarked crooked nose, (old battle wound,) and greyish blue eyes, I would've Never recognized him. He was wearin' some beat-up old jeans, a matchin' denim vest over a black tee, and some old-school engineer boots. He'd dyed his hair a dark brown, and had even let it grow long enough for him to tie it into a ponytail. He looked like a total douche. At least he wasn't wearin' his infamous lucky Hawaiian shirt. Man, I couldn't stand that thing; it looked like Picasso sh*tted all over it, in techni-color. I'd even gotten him a couple bowling shirts last Christmas, told him Charlie Sheen had made the look stylish again, but no luck; I don't think he even took the tags off them... B*stard.
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02-25-2012, 09:44 AM | #5 |
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so im liking this, youd mentioned in a PM you wanted my contribution with penning the exploits of a supporting character? let me know when and where ya want it.
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02-26-2012, 11:34 AM | #6 |
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02-28-2012, 10:25 PM | #7 |
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03-01-2012, 05:49 AM | #8 |
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I took a swig of my drink, and was about to give my 'cuz' a hug, when I noticed the ambient laughter had stopped; almost simultaneously.
I'd turned my head, and ducked, in barely enough time to dodge the empty pint glass that missed me by fractions of an inch. My hand was already drawin' for the Taurus, when my 'cousin' jumped in front of me, and slammed his hand down on top of mine, forcing the .40 cal back in its holster. "I'm sorry gentlemen, and lady, seems like my cousin spilled your drink. You gotta forgive him, he has a hard time seein' in the dark with those squinty eyes of his..." That brought another round of laughs from the peanut gallery, while the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Just as I was about to step up and mash in the face of their supposed chief, my 'cuz' practically snarled in a whisper, tellin' me to pump the brakes as I glimpsed his hand subtly unsnapping the holster to his Sig. The moron with the pitching arm jumped up from his bar stool and leaned in, real close, to Smiley's face. It's moments like these, I wonder if we get paid enough for the kind of work we do, (I Know Smiley doesn't.) I was about to grab his arm, and tell him to forget about these clowns, when tall-dark-and clueless decided to open his yap; "You was always good for a laugh Grinner;" (Grinner?!? I guess that was the cover he went by here;) "but your chinky-eyed PUNK of a 'cousin' owes me a cold dark one. How's about we even the tab, and he leaves me that sweet lil' ride he's got parked outside? What'chu think boys, that'll settle things up right nice, won't it?" This, of course, resulted in his crew cheering him on, as if he'd ever lay One slimy damned paw on my ride. Smiley was just about to interject, when he was abruptly cut off, by a sucker-punch to his mid-section, leavin' him doubled over; spittin' on the carpet. "No offense Grinner, but you're startin' to work my nerves; I ain't talkin' to you. What'chu say Jackie Chan, ready to part with yer hawg? I Promise I'm gonna-" Before he'd even finished his sentence, Smiley, (biding his time,) suddenly jerked back upright, upper-cutting him in the groin on his way up, and had his Sig Sauer denting the side of his temple before the rest of his flunkies had had the time to react. My Taurus was already freed and primed, when we were greeted by the sound of at least a Dozen clicks as his crew started bringin' their iron to bare... Smiley turned to me, a grizzled smirk on his face, and said; "Jeez Sleepy, you couldn't have shown up inna Pinto?!"
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03-01-2012, 11:42 AM | #9 |
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Oh yeah, it keeps getting better.
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03-01-2012, 11:55 AM | #10 |
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diggn this, great build up, bring the hammer down boss!
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