Post by hk on Aug 8, 2007 14:56:39 GMT -6
I sat at my small kitchen table, eating a ham sandwich and reading the daily newspaper. In my right hand was the ham and the left was the front page of the paper. And right in the front was Bonds himself, the guy that broke Hank’s record. I’m up for the guy and all, because steroids don’t totally make a person, and stuff. He was doing something right.
Just as I finished the ham, the phone rang. I set the paper down and walked over to my bedroom. Next to my bed, I looked at the caller ID, but it said ‘Unknown’.
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah?”
Unknown: “Scott…”
Scott Lanegan: “…you!”
Unknown: “Yeah, me. It’s H.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh. Why does it say Unknown on the ID? Where are you?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “At the cabin.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh, alright dude.”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “So I heard you’ve had some money troubles? No water, no cable…”
Scott Lanegan: “I’ll say, dude.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Your old buddy is really f**king you up, huh? And in addition, you got that tag team match.”
Scott Lanegan: “Don’t remind me. I’ve also contacted Gypsy earlier, so all is good there.”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “You’ve taken on Silver and Lestat before, it can’t be that-“
At that moment, I heard a ‘beep beep beep’. I hung up the phone and picked it up again. Same sound. I later found out that my telephone service had been cut out. But at that moment, I shrugged and walked back into the kitchen. I’d call him back later.
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Some of my buddies were arriving at Kansas City, Stoned Raiders to be exact. The new POW branch wasn’t going to be active for awhile, so I invited them over here for a bit. They wanted to meet up at the local circus across town. Me and Steven went and figured we’d meet them there.
We arrived at the circus and a lot of people had showed up. We went through the entrance, and right away, I noticed the various booths. They were filled with balloon shooting, teddy bear grabs, ring tosses and others. We walked passed the booths and saw a large orange and red tent. A few people were entering, and Stoned Raiders stood by the entrance to the tent. We walked over.
Blake Ryder: “Yo! Homie Scott n homie Steven, wut be up?”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey man, it’s cool that you’re in Kansas City.”
Blake Ryder: “Mayne, we ain’t got nuthin else to do. We gonna watch yo busta ass beat sum Rite of Chaos fat ass fo sho!”
Steven: “Why are you guys at this tent? What’s inside?”
Blake Ryder: “They call themselves da Amazing Jeckel Brothers mayne. Ain’t got no idea wut it means but we gotta check dis shit.”
All 4 of us entered the tent. At least 100 steel chairs were propped up in front of a small stage. The area was half-full, at least. We found seats in the back and sat down. People quieted down, and a large man in all-black appeared on the stage. His hood covered his face, yet he somehow managed to reach the center of the stage. He lifted his arms in the air.
Host: “Ladies and gentlemen. Major greeting! Your keeper of wickedry! The path to Shangri-la! Is misled by he…misled by you. He is of your negativity; he is of your hate, meet the juggling duo…The Amazing Jeckel Brothers!”
Blake Ryder: “Yo man, isn’t da Gathering this Friday?”
Rex Vinkle: “Chyea nig, we gotta go there mayne.”
Blake Ryder: “Should we go watch Scotty L kick sum ass or go see ICP n shit?”
Rex Vinkle: “Tell Scott we gonna watch him, but we really gonna be at da Gathering mayne!”
Blake Ryder: “Fo sho, he’ll totally believe us.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey Steven, isn’t the Gathering this Friday?”
Steven: “Yep.”
Scott Lanegan: “Damn, and I got a match. This sucks. Hey, maybe I can get Blake or Rex to take my place? This is the event of the year…”
Steven: “I don’t know, man.”
At that moment, “HK” Hunter Killer snuck into the tent. He found a seat next to us and sat down.
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Sorry I’m late, dude. I had some business.”
Scott Lanegan: “It’s cool H.”
And an even bigger surprise erupted. The front of the tent suddenly ripped open. In barged 6 SWAT team members in full black body armor and helmets. They had their M-16s properly held. The people inside screamed and ducked for cover, though they weren’t shooting. A guy in a much bulkier uniform stepped in front of the 6 members. He had duel nightsticks, one in each hand. He looked around and lifted up the glass from his helmet, showing his gruff face.
Leader: “Alright, come on out…or this won’t be easy!”
I figured that I must have done something, but I thought that I was done with the police. I looked over at Stoned Raiders and they were worried as f**k, since they were most likely holding. Steven seemed contempt and sat in a cool matter. HK also seemed not worried, but he started to step back.
Scott Lanegan: “Dude, where are you going?”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “I…uhh…gotta go.”
At that moment, he crouched down, hiding behind the chairs. He snuck out from beneath the tent. The SWAT members slowly walked around the chairs. The Leader came closer to me, and I recognized his face.
Scott Lanegan: “Wait a minute, you’re not SWAT…you’re FBI.”
Leader: “I’m in this uniform for heavy protection, Scott Lanegan. My name is Brandon. My main case…the one with Gypsy, Fire, Silver and all that…is put on hold. We’re currently looking for someone, but he isn’t here it seems. I’m a close friend of Gypsy. I hope you two work well at the next event.”
He struck a grin.
Brandon: “And if you don’t, Scott…we’ll see.”
He motioned for his men to pull out. I shook my head and I heard Blake and Rex sigh in relief. At that moment, Brandon popped his head back in.
Brandon: “Stoned Raiders, watch yourselves. Public isn’t a good place for you.”
And he vanished.
Just as I finished the ham, the phone rang. I set the paper down and walked over to my bedroom. Next to my bed, I looked at the caller ID, but it said ‘Unknown’.
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah?”
Unknown: “Scott…”
Scott Lanegan: “…you!”
Unknown: “Yeah, me. It’s H.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh. Why does it say Unknown on the ID? Where are you?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “At the cabin.”
Scott Lanegan: “Oh, alright dude.”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “So I heard you’ve had some money troubles? No water, no cable…”
Scott Lanegan: “I’ll say, dude.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Your old buddy is really f**king you up, huh? And in addition, you got that tag team match.”
Scott Lanegan: “Don’t remind me. I’ve also contacted Gypsy earlier, so all is good there.”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “You’ve taken on Silver and Lestat before, it can’t be that-“
At that moment, I heard a ‘beep beep beep’. I hung up the phone and picked it up again. Same sound. I later found out that my telephone service had been cut out. But at that moment, I shrugged and walked back into the kitchen. I’d call him back later.
[][][][][][][][][][][]
Some of my buddies were arriving at Kansas City, Stoned Raiders to be exact. The new POW branch wasn’t going to be active for awhile, so I invited them over here for a bit. They wanted to meet up at the local circus across town. Me and Steven went and figured we’d meet them there.
We arrived at the circus and a lot of people had showed up. We went through the entrance, and right away, I noticed the various booths. They were filled with balloon shooting, teddy bear grabs, ring tosses and others. We walked passed the booths and saw a large orange and red tent. A few people were entering, and Stoned Raiders stood by the entrance to the tent. We walked over.
Blake Ryder: “Yo! Homie Scott n homie Steven, wut be up?”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey man, it’s cool that you’re in Kansas City.”
Blake Ryder: “Mayne, we ain’t got nuthin else to do. We gonna watch yo busta ass beat sum Rite of Chaos fat ass fo sho!”
Steven: “Why are you guys at this tent? What’s inside?”
Blake Ryder: “They call themselves da Amazing Jeckel Brothers mayne. Ain’t got no idea wut it means but we gotta check dis shit.”
All 4 of us entered the tent. At least 100 steel chairs were propped up in front of a small stage. The area was half-full, at least. We found seats in the back and sat down. People quieted down, and a large man in all-black appeared on the stage. His hood covered his face, yet he somehow managed to reach the center of the stage. He lifted his arms in the air.
Host: “Ladies and gentlemen. Major greeting! Your keeper of wickedry! The path to Shangri-la! Is misled by he…misled by you. He is of your negativity; he is of your hate, meet the juggling duo…The Amazing Jeckel Brothers!”
Blake Ryder: “Yo man, isn’t da Gathering this Friday?”
Rex Vinkle: “Chyea nig, we gotta go there mayne.”
Blake Ryder: “Should we go watch Scotty L kick sum ass or go see ICP n shit?”
Rex Vinkle: “Tell Scott we gonna watch him, but we really gonna be at da Gathering mayne!”
Blake Ryder: “Fo sho, he’ll totally believe us.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hey Steven, isn’t the Gathering this Friday?”
Steven: “Yep.”
Scott Lanegan: “Damn, and I got a match. This sucks. Hey, maybe I can get Blake or Rex to take my place? This is the event of the year…”
Steven: “I don’t know, man.”
At that moment, “HK” Hunter Killer snuck into the tent. He found a seat next to us and sat down.
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Sorry I’m late, dude. I had some business.”
Scott Lanegan: “It’s cool H.”
And an even bigger surprise erupted. The front of the tent suddenly ripped open. In barged 6 SWAT team members in full black body armor and helmets. They had their M-16s properly held. The people inside screamed and ducked for cover, though they weren’t shooting. A guy in a much bulkier uniform stepped in front of the 6 members. He had duel nightsticks, one in each hand. He looked around and lifted up the glass from his helmet, showing his gruff face.
Leader: “Alright, come on out…or this won’t be easy!”
I figured that I must have done something, but I thought that I was done with the police. I looked over at Stoned Raiders and they were worried as f**k, since they were most likely holding. Steven seemed contempt and sat in a cool matter. HK also seemed not worried, but he started to step back.
Scott Lanegan: “Dude, where are you going?”
”HK” Hunter Killer: “I…uhh…gotta go.”
At that moment, he crouched down, hiding behind the chairs. He snuck out from beneath the tent. The SWAT members slowly walked around the chairs. The Leader came closer to me, and I recognized his face.
Scott Lanegan: “Wait a minute, you’re not SWAT…you’re FBI.”
Leader: “I’m in this uniform for heavy protection, Scott Lanegan. My name is Brandon. My main case…the one with Gypsy, Fire, Silver and all that…is put on hold. We’re currently looking for someone, but he isn’t here it seems. I’m a close friend of Gypsy. I hope you two work well at the next event.”
He struck a grin.
Brandon: “And if you don’t, Scott…we’ll see.”
He motioned for his men to pull out. I shook my head and I heard Blake and Rex sigh in relief. At that moment, Brandon popped his head back in.
Brandon: “Stoned Raiders, watch yourselves. Public isn’t a good place for you.”
And he vanished.