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The Black Bullets Ch.2

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Looker made me think about what he said for a while. I spent the whole afternoon thinking about it. Sure, people steal to try and get by, but they rarely get away with it. I started out that way and look where it got me. There are a ton of options to use, so one doesn't have to resort to stealing. If I wasn't such a spoiled, naïve child, I could have done something productive with my life.

My train of thought was interrupted when a teenager with long, dark hair came right in front of me. He stopped, turned around in a circle, then threw his arms in the air, cussing in Spanish. I sat up on my bench, and put my arm on the back of it. He saw me and stormed up like he was going to take his anger out on me.

"Oi, you," He shouted.

He had a deep, booming voice for someone his age. He also had a strong Mexican accent. He still had the face of a child, but his upper lip and chin were already darkening with facial hair.

"Yeah," I said casually.
"Have you seen a guy with-…uh…uh…"

He started pulling on the hood of his heavy coat.

"A jacket," I asked, messing with my own.
"Yeah, that. It's a long one, and its tan? I'm looking for a man like that. He said he had a job or something for me."

Oh, I see what's going on. Looker's planning to do something with this kid. I'm sure it has something to do with the plan he proposed earlier, but I can't be arsed to use my brain to figure out what it is.

"Man, what's with that look? You suddenly look all serious."
"He's not coming," I grumbled.
"Que? How do you know-"

Well I couldn't exactly tell him I blew the entire plan by refusing to do it in the first place. This twerp looked like he could snap a man twice his height like a twig. I didn't want to find out if he could or not.

"I'm a hobo. We magically know these things, "I lied.
"Um…okay," He said, sounding confused, "Thanks for your help?"
"No problem," I said, keeping a straight face.

He cocked his head at me for a few seconds, before losing interest in me. As he was walking away, he reminded himself that he was blown off and started cussing in Spanish, again. After he was gone, I heaved a sigh and grabbed the bento Looker gave me. BASTARD! THERE ARE NO OCTOPUS SAUSAGES IN HERE!

Parents called their children to come home as the sun went down. Soon after, drug dealers met with their clients in the darkness. I didn't mind sleeping outside in the cold; I've done it my entire life. But, there are a few things one cannot sleep through.

I woke up to a light drizzle in the middle of the night. I growled in displeasure of being woken up. I wrapped my body in my blankets, and sat up. Fifteen minutes later the rain came pouring down in an angry fury. I grabbed my stuff and started looking for a nice safe place for me to hide under.

I wound up at a beach, staring at the shore. I shook my head like a dog and caught something in the corner of my eye. It was a bunch of giant warehouses and a port. I re-adjusted the things in my arms and headed that way.  

Instead of breaking into the warehouse to get away from the rain, I stood there, gawking at the size of these things. They had to be at least three stories tall! The cold wind blew on my back, reminding me that I had to get out of the rain. I broke into the warehouse and found a small space where I could spend the night in without worrying about getting caught. I took off my two coats and tried to shake off the rain. I did the same with my blankets.

After that, I sat down, covered myself with one of my blankets and drifted off into sleep.

"OH! WOOOW! A REAL LIVE HOBO!"
"Leave him alone, homie."

I opened my eyes, slowly blinking.

"Hey! Hobo! Getta job!"
"Knock it off!"
"Knock what off?"

From what little light that I could see, someone with curly orange hair, and the other one had dark hair. No wait, that voice. It's the dark haired guy was the Mexican kid from earlier. What's he doing here?

"Sorry about my friend," he said, "He's obnoxious."
I held up a hand and said, "It's alright."
"Come on, CG, we have to focus on the mission."
"But…Hobo!"

The Mexican grabbed his friend by the hand and growled, "Vamos."
"Okay…can we beat him a little later?"
"Sure."

CG totally didn't get his friend's sarcasm, so the friend added, "But I'm not going to help you when he tears your arms off."
"Wow, hobos sure are vicious, aren't they?"

He still didn't get it. I would suspect he was really sheltered. He didn't sound like he wanted to hurt my feelings, instead, he sounded like he really didn't know any better. Poor kid, the real world is going to be so cruel to him.

I became interested in the duo. I was curious about why two teens would be doing in a warehouse at this time of night. Especially since I've seen one of them earlier. That that didn't seem to be a coincidence to me.

I followed the two boys along shelves filled with boxes and crates. We headed towards light at the far end of the warehouse where I heard people talking and move things. The Mexican grabbed CG's arm and pulled behind a large crate. I hid behind a shelf, peering ever so slightly to see what was going on.

"Ah, so that Looker kid was right on the mark," CG said.
"Kid? He's like, fifty years old!"
"Everyone's a kid to me. 'Ey, everyone's a man to you!"
"Man, I don't know what you're talking about."

So Looker sent these two on a mission to go spy on some guys working in a warehouse. I'm dumbfounded. I have no idea what's going on.

I took a look around the warehouse. Crates…boxes…more crates…shelf with boxes surrounded by crates…Oooh, what's this? A cage with something white moving around in it. But, I can't check it out; the two boys will see me and blow my cover. I'm going to wait until they make a move.

CG pulled out a walkie talkie and said, "Alright, we're here. Time for operation 'Capture the Leader and beat the Crap outta him ta get the information outta him! Um, first, we're going to need a distraction to attract the goons, right?"
"That would make things a little bit easier," A response came from the other end of the walkie talkie.

Well, mind as well help them. I might figure out what's going on if I do. I hissed to gain the boys' attention.

"Hey, it's Hobo man," CG said, "Whatcha doin?"
"He's going to perform magic tricks," the Mexican said, sarcastically.
"He knows magic tricks?"

I struggled to hold back laughter and motioned the boys to get down. I shoved a box off a bunch of other boxes. Goon soon appeared with crowbars.

"Oh, I didn't know anyone was here," I said, sounding drunk, "It was raining outside and I came in here, then I saw a light and came here."
"It's just a hobo," One goon said, "Once we get done with the shipment, we'll kill him and dump him in the ocean. Grab him."
"What are you doing? Why would you hurt me? That ain't nice."

Two guys grabbed me and we started going back to the working space. I looked behind me and saw the two boys sneaking up behind us.
"Oh, I forgot to mention something," I said.
"What is it?"

I stood up straight, flipped my arms downwards causing the two goons holding me to flip too.

"I was a black belt when I was 9."
"Get 'em," one of the goons shouted.
"Yeah! Come get me!"


One goon came at me his crowbar. I grabbed it and twisted it out of his hands. He stared at me, stunned. I hit him on the head and he fell. Another goon hit me in the side. I turned around, swinging the crowbar, missed the guy who hit me, but got the guy standing behind him. I was hit in the shoulder then again on the leg, making me fall. I quickly rolled over on my back and started swinging wildly at my attackers. They stood back and watched me flail about. I stopped when I realized I wasn't hitting anybody, and they came swooping in with their crowbars held over their heads. I pulled my legs up to my chest and threw my arms over my head. I heard a crack, a grunt, and someone falling down.

"YEAH! THAT'S HOW YA DO IT! SHOW 'EM HOW IT'S DONE, JACKIE!"
"Call me Jackie again, and I'll do what I did to that guy to you."

I slowly let my guard down and brought my arms down from my face. I looked to the side and saw a goon lying next to me, unconscious. All the other goons were staring in one direction. I turned the direction the others were looking at. The two kids were standing there. The orange haired kid had his hands in his pockets with a smirk on his face; the Mexican crossed his arms with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, no, it's 'The Son of Jack Daniels," One goon said, fearfully.
"What should we do," Another asked.
"Ah, man, they know who you are, Jack," CG said, "That ruins the fun."
"You know, I really hate being known as that," Jack said, "What's wrong with just calling me by my first name? That pisses me off. And you know what happens when you piss me off."
CG pushed up his glasses and said, "Let's dance."
Geez this is taking too long. I haven't had so many people take interest in my stories. I'm starting to get performance anxiety.

I hope I can get to explain what Looker's up to in maybe not this next chapter, but the one after. There's going to be a lot of running around and shit in the next chapter.

So um, yeah. CC please. I really need it.

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SonAmyFan362's avatar

I apologize for taking extremely long to get started on the Critique.

 

This one really got my attention, especially when the teenager was mentionning Looker. Seems like Looker might have a spy, perhaps?

 

I wonder if the goons will retreat?