From: Insanellama (insanellama316@yahoo.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] ATTN: Worry "The Next Step" Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-08-02 21:47:23 PST > "One thing.' Insanellama said after a moment. "Before I make this decision. > When I had you against the wagon, what did you do to me." > > "Nerve points, at the elbows, here." Jason replied bending his arm and > pointing. "This point kills the hand, this one the wrist. With the wrist > deadened, the fingers go limp naturally. Gives you at most a minute before > feeling returns." "OK..." Insanellama said... "Always knew I should have paid more attention to that part of class. But the teacher had these ancient swords mounted on the wall. Antique weaponry's my one real vice man. You ever been stabbed in the back by a friend you've had since boot camp? What really gets me tho, is that he didn't expect me to have a plan for a FUBAR. He was gettin cocky. That's what happens to a guy when he's got a huge organization like TR backin him. There's gotta be someway to use that bit of information. I gotta make a call to the next guy in the chain real quick." Insanellama started dialing on his cellphone. "Look lonegunman, this line may be tapped, so I'm gonna be quick. Screaming beagle is down. Someone turned him, I had to kill him." Insanellama hung up. "Let's see what Brightwater does with that shit." Sure enough, Insanellama didn't have to wait long for his phone to ring. But it wasn't a british voice that spoke, it was a female with a distinctly German accent. "Murderer. You killed your best friend for a guy you just met. How does it feel to be the lowest log in the toilet?" "Funny. I was gonna ask you. You realize of course that this has become a party line lately. I wasn't talking about you listening. I don't have time to deal with your milk along blue-balling tauros dung. I worked for you on one mission, and was set up for some others before you pulled them out from under me because I wouldn't jump in the sack with you. You know the way the game is played. I'm for sale, but once purchased, I'm on the shelf till the job is done." "Don't flatter yourself. Look up right now." "Chopper in whisper mode. If you were gonna kill me, you'd have done so, and then shown the chopper to my corpse. You wouldn't bank on my not having a stinger missle, or some other anti-aircraft weaponry. You don't take those kind of chances. " Shots rang out from the chopper and cut a line in the dust at Insanellama's feet. "at least he has good aim." "Maybe I've changed." Insanellama sighed, "Well I haven't." He raised the stinger missle he had been pulling slowly from Darkhorse's saddle bags. "You wanna dance girly. My guess is you're actually dumb enough to be up there in the chopper right now, just for the chance to see me again. I'm tired of you stalking me. Get a freaking life, and find another guy." "What the hell is this?" Jason asked. "You know that one girlfriend you break up with who just won't let go. Well, mine just happens to be a violent, well connected, bloodsucking whore from which there is no escape short of death, mine or hers. Ok Gretchen, time to show your face to the camera, before I blow the chopper up. Come on down here and we'll have a nice private chat, just you, me, jason, and whatever electronic bugs happen to be in the area." A woman slid down a rope. She walked over and immediately slapped Insanellama. He could have blocked it, dodged it, or any number of things, but he let it connect. He didn't flinch or turn his head a millimeter. "Thank you." "You hartless, cold..." "Please, not so many compliments at one time." "You're pretty sure of yourself arent you." "Well, considering that cujo has a stinger missle aimed at the chopper, there's a pistol barrel perched just below your chest, and that you still want to be on me like white on rice, yeah, I'm pretty sure of myself." She threw a knee into his crotch, and winced a little. "I told you this setup was like a mobile set of armor Jason. Yes Gretchen, same setup as the last time we worked together. There's more than one gun there. In any case gretchen, we all have a lot of work to do. I've got things to take care of, you've got to get busy tailing me or else find a prostitute, and I'm sure you have some other goals as well." "Fine, you want the truth? I need you for a mission." "You want the truth gretchen? You come with too much baggage. Coming from someone as heavily armed, and with a past like mine, that's saying something. I know we grew up together, but well, you got rich because you're dad backed you on the gun shop back in the day. I got poor because I went another route. We're from two very different worlds Gretchen. You know if I went with you, I'd never have to work another day of my life. You know what that sounds suspiciously like to me? A coma. So get in your chopper, go back to your spider web, and pull on someone else's strings. Mine have been cut for a long time." A look of defeat crossed Gretchen's face. "You'll change your mind someday. You won't want to claw out a living for the rest of your life." Without another word, she climbed back into the chopper an left. "You ever have one of those days. I'd just like to have one more bit of my past come up and bite me. Just one more, that's all I'm askin. All I really need now is for the people who killed my family to come up and ask me to throw down." Insanellama looked behind himself. "Boy I hate it when I open my big mouth and it's right." Insanellama walked into the middle of the street hands at his side. Jason came up to his right. "It aint your fight man." Insanellama said to Jason. "If it involves you getting dead, it's my fight, because I need you to not get that way for a little while longer." "Suit yourself." He yelled the next, "Well if it isn't the old Walkin' L? What do you boys want from me now? " Insanellama began to feel the adrenaline, he was beginning to feel the rage. He took a deep breath, and rolled his head to either side. He was no longer shaking, he was well collected. "The same thing we've always wanted. For you to curl up and die. Please squeal like a pig for us two like your brother did." "Oh boy is this ever not the right day to pick a fight with me." "And why is that." "Because you moron, I just finished reloading, in more ways than one. My bottle's full today pal, come back tomorrow." "Nah, let's just settle it right here." "6 on 2 hardly seems fair for you guys now does it?" "Same old cocky Insanellama." "Same old stupid cow hands. You aren't fit to clean Chaoticllama's boots. Exactly how many people did you loose in the process of killing him anyway?" "57, he was holed up behind a mound of dirt tho, and we just couldn't get to him." "357 magnum was always his favorite pistol. Bit of irony there. And there are 6 of you here today. Well holy crap guys, that aint but one colt .45 full of bullets." "You're pretty tough hiding behind all those guns, not to mention your well armed friend there." Insanellama turned to jason and shrugged. "You want to do this hand to hand?" "Yeah." "Jason, if one of them pulls a gun, put a star on him. So are you guys gonna try and gang-bang me, or are we gonna do this one at a time?" "Shouldn't need more than one at a time. Bit of a guantlet for ya." "Just one more thing. The sniper on the roof, you should probably have put him farther off, and given him something with a bit more range than a shotgun. Let's get number seven down here to the gauntlet. " The sniper climbed down from the roof. Insanellama then began the laborious task of disarming himself. Ten minutes later, there was a pile of fire-arms and holsters sitting next to Darkhorse, and Insanellama was ready. He stood with arms at his side, waiting for his first victim. "Well, come on, don't be shy, surely somebody wants to go first." A man walked forward and threw a right cross. Insanellama blocked, hooked the arm and brought it around behind the mans back. The man would have done something, but Insanellama touched the mans wrist to the back of his head. Insanellama then delivered a sharp quick punch to the temple, and the man was out. "Next." The next man spent a lot of time showing off in typical kung-fu villain manner. "Screw it, I'm tired of this crap." Insanellama dove for the steal mound and came up firing. As he rolled to his side, he vary narrowly avoided getting shot in the head. The two remaining men had gone for whatever cover they could find. Insanellama sighed and shrugged, "What're ya gonna do." He threw two grenades at the respective men. " "Ok, now that my entire past has shown up and gotten its ass kicked, we can go." Insanellama re-armed himself and got in the front seat of the wagon. He yelled the next into the night at the top of his lungs, "That is unless any of the rest of it has any objections. If so, show yourself at your own peril." Insanellama let up a howl at the moon along with Cujo. "let's ride. TBC? OOC: sorry about the delay, work killed me a couple of days