Evil Wayne: Serials
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#66Bob pushed the Sitting Duck to the limit.He downed the last of his Jack and belched. "Hey, -HIC- sweetie. Wanna -HIC- get me that bot -HIC- bottle behind that seat?" Becky reached behind her seat and pulled out a glass jug full of clear liquid. I didn't think it was water. I took the jug and popped the cap and took a whiff. -COUGH! "Gawd, what is this? Lighter fluid?" I said handing him the jug. He smiled, "Special mix." Bob smelled the top and took a big swig.31 I gagged just thinking about it. "There it is!" Becky said, almost climbing into the front seat pointing. We looked out at her pointing. It was the biggest tanker I've ever seen. But there was something odd about it. "What's that -HIC- that pole in the middle -HIC?" It was more like a second smoke stack, but it was all wrong. "That's the firing cannon," Becky said. At that moment, flack explosions filled the air with black puffs and loud reports. The radio cackled: "LAND THE PLAND OR WE'LL BLOW IT OUT OF THE SKY! NOW!" I grabbed Bob's jug and took a swig. #67Bob looked at me, then hiccuped."Okay," I said. "Take us down." Flack continued. Becky grabbed the radio, "Okay! We're coming down! Hold your fire! Damnit!" The flack stopped. Bob brought the plane down to the water. As we came close to the ship, I could see that what looked like pipe work and machinery from afar were actually the cannons that fired on us. Captain Bob killed the engines while taking a large swig from this bottle. Almost immediately we heard small gun fire. We ducked. When it was over, we peeped up. A boat --not a raft mind you, but a large boat-- filled with 4S bitches was along side us. A bullhorn cracked. "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN PLAIN VIEW. ANY FUNNY BUSINESS AND WE'LL SHOOT." Becky looked at me, "That means no wise cracks, buddy." "Moi?" I was shocked. #68I threw open the plane door and raised my hands.The boat, probably twenty-five feet long was full of 4S agents. All aiming automatic weapons at me. "ONTO THE BOAT," came the bullhorn. I obeyed and jumped onto the swaying deck. Two rather tough girls one with jet black hair, the other quite muscular, picked me up and held me tight. Next, Bob jumped out, landed on his feet, but they gave out. He fell to the floor and kinda rolled across the deck. All the time holding his whiskey bottle upright. He didn't spill a drop. Another pair of beefy girls picked him up. They tried to take his liquor, but he growled and they left him with it. Lastly, Becky came. As she stood up, I could tell she was scared shitless. A tall blonde came up to her and smacked her viciously across the face. "Traitor!" They picked her up. I tried to catch her attention but she was obviously too upset. The boat turned around and we headed back to towards the tanker. It was like a wall of steel as we came to its side. Then, a large section moved like a sliding door and the boat, now seeming so minute, was swallowed by the titanic monster. #69The door closed almost before the boat got inside.And inside, my God it was huge. At least ten other boats were docked in this section. And I could tell, this was a small section. "Narly," I said, taking it all in. The beefy babe on my right tightened her grip. That's okay, I couldn't feel anything anyway. They docked the boat and pushed us off down the gangway. They were not pleasant about it. They kicked, pushed and repeatedly shoved their guns in our faces. They treated Becky a little worse, I think. They ushered us up to the top of a stairway. The door opened to topside. Out on the deck, I saw several turrets and hundreds of 4S soldiers doing various tasks. They pushed us up another stairwell, into the command bridge. It was oddly big and spacious, I thought. About fifteen, maybe less, agents sat operating the machinery of the bridge. In the command chair, wearing a stupid blue and white sailor outfit, sat Taya. She smiled as we entered and I felt the temperature drop. "Wayne!" she said standing up. She crossed over and pseudo-hugged me. "So glad we could meet again!" My insides were knotting. #70"And who is this?" The evil witch asked, standing in front of Bob."Captum Bob, at your service -HIC-" he said, trying to kiss her hand. But she almost doubled-over gagging as she smelled his breath. "And Becky," she said, regaining her composure. "Becky, Becky, Becky." She was shaking her head. "You were a good agent. What happened?" "...I..." Becky cracked. Then Taya smashed her across the face. "SHUT-UP! You will be executed." She smiled. "Nothing personal, but if I can't trust you, you die. Just policy mind you." "And us?" I said. "Do we get shot as well?" "Oh no," she sound surprised. "In ten minutes, after the Vermont station coordinates the satellites, we'll radiate the world with our power32 reducing all you males to mindless zombies. I'm going to make you my personal slaves."33 I sighed. "May I have a last cigarette as a free-willed man?"34 She contemplated this, then agreed. I grabbed a cigarette and lighter from one of the soldiers at the door. "Sir," one of the agents spoke up. "I've got a perimeter warning. It registers as the P-51." 31. I'm pretty sure this officially gives Bob alcohol poisoning. Or embalms him, one or the other. 32. Groan, again. 32. Double groan. 34. This is like knowing who James Bond is and not killing him ASAP. Does anyone not know what's coming? Never give your prisoners a last cigarette. |
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