From: Insanellama (insanellama316@yahoo.com) Subject: [PW!] ATTN: Worry "The Next Step" Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-07-26 21:51:34 PST Insanellama first set about disassembling, cleaning, and oiling the colt .45's as well as the brownings. Before sheathing the knife he oiled it as well. The colts were great, but the silver gunmetal was a bit flashy. They would definately be spotted if he tried to hide them. So he put them in the front holsters, and romeved two holsters from his saddlebags. One he strapped to his shoulder, and one went around his waist and sat in the back of his pants where he tucked the browning pistol. After checking the ammo in all 4 weapons, he stood up. He stood a little two fast and his vision began to swim slightly. "Oh well, no different than after 6 or 7 shots of scotch" He packed up his bedroll and cinched up Darkhorse's saddle. "Well boys, there's just one more thing we need before we leave this town, and I know just where to find it." He passed by a gun shop and didn't break stride as he broke the glas, opened the door and stepped inside. "Good, no alarm so far." It was then that Insanellama noticed a rather small blinking red light under the counter. "Damn, oh well, guess I'd better not take my time." He picked out the parts that he'd need for a custom sniper rifle, and packed them into the saddle bags. Almost as an afterthought he grabbed a repeating rifle and 200 rounds of ammunition. He had the rifle disassembled and put away before he was out the door, and he was soon walking nonchalantly up the street. A policeman stopped him. "Did you see anything suspicious?" "No sir, I didn't, nice of you to ask tho." It wasn't really a lie, he hadn't seen anything suspicious after all, he had been the one doing the suspicious things. The policeman walked on. "Stupid cops, never suspect the calm-cool and collected guy thirty yards from the crime scene, and it's usually him that did it. No sense getting a conscience Insanellama, you're may be about to do something highly illegal, no sense quivelling over petty theft." Insanellama saddled up and headed towards the Lugia Inn. Time for a little suprise just to even the score a bit. Insanellama new the hotel pretty well, he new exactly where room 409 was from the outside view. He'd even stayed in the room himself once, and remembered the lay out. The sun was coming up now. "Better make it quick." Insanellama tossed a grappling hook up and caut the window sill. He checked the line, and began scaling the wall. The windows was at least locked. "Well at least he isn't sloppy." Insanellama was about to force the window when he noticed a small square of whitish putty at each of the lower corners of the window. "C-4 wire trap, nice, just not quite nice enough." Insanellama pulled out his lock-pick set, and slid one extremely thin flathead screwdriver behind each bit of putty. He then forced the window. After realizing that he hadn't been blown to smitherines, he knew he'd done the job right. He stepped quietly into the room, and squated on the floor surveying the scene. "Incoming" something flashed in his mind. He saw the venonat diving towards him. Insanellama sat waiting staring directly at it, and then rolled to the side. The venonat hit the wall with a sickening and all-to-loud thud. Insanellama drew the brownings at this point, wanting still to be unseen if someone was awake. He crawled over to the recliner from behind and slid a pistol around the arm and up against the sleeping Jason's head. "Wake up sleepy head" Jason woke violently and made a move both for Insanellama's pistol, and his own. Insanellama dodged, and shot a boot to cover Jason's gunhand. "Nuh uh uh, I didn't say simon says. Simon says Lisa you're covered as well now come out into the open." Lisa walked out into the open. "Okay, now that we're all feeling nice and friendly, and I don't have a gun pointed at me. I'll let you in on a little secret." Insanellama rolled backward suddenly, at the same time holstering both pistols. "I'll do it, let's get started with the planning, but I have one more little question. Will someone goto the hospital and get me an IV bottle, or some blood? My vision is a little blurred." Insanellama whistled, and Cujo and Darkhorse walked in the front door. That done, Insanellama promptly collapsed breathing heavily, but still conscious onto the floor. "Oh, transfer the fifty thousand to this numbered account at the First National Bank of Switzerland." Insanellama handed Jason a piece of paper. TBC? -Insanellama aim: Insanelama