Chapter 3
IDF Falcon went over the table and said, with his charming French accent "Hey guys, I think I just found the reason why Shadow’s planes fly much faster than our planes." "We know it too,� said TBS Uns. "That’s because every time they see an opponent they just push full throttle and dive to the ground as fast as they can till they crash. Ha Ha Ha".
"He He He" laughed IDF Falcon (people with charming French accents laugh He He He instead of Ha Ha Ha), "I am serious guys," he said. "I just drank one of their secret drinks they drink before they fly, and now I am full of gas in my stomach." "I don’t get it Falc," said Uns. "Ok, last night, when I went to the Shadow's hanger, I noticed a strange exhaust pipe in the tails of the hurricanes they fly. So, I investigated it and I found that the pipe is connected to the ejection seat of the plane." he said with his irresistible French accent mingled with his Israeli one. "And now that I have had the secret drink, I found out what those exhaust pipes are for."
"I still don’t get it Falcon.� said Uns.
"Ok, I better demonstrate it for you, so you'll understand." He stepped a few steps from them, turned around to face them, looked at them with the look that melted so many women’s hearts, and said, "for your own safety gentlemen, you better extinguish your cigars now." At that moment, Bush, who saw all the excitement from the bar, stepped in his direction. He was 4 ft. from Falcon's back, just in time to hear him say,"3, 2, 1," PRORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORORT.
This was followed by the sound of falling tables, chairs, and bottles.
A few seconds after the fog vanished, Bush found himself sitting on the floor outside the bar. He shook his head, tried to clean his clothes with his hands, and ran back to the bar shooting "what was that? And why there is a smell of roses in the bar?�
(The farts of the people that speak with a French accent always smell like roses).
Then, bush said……………………………..
WW strolls along the line of shot up Hurricanes...moves his eye patch from the left eye to the right to get a better look at the bullet hole writing...shaking his head in disbelief, he turns towards the bar muttering to himself, "Such poor penmanship! Well, no matter, let's see what kind of swill they serve in here...."
It took 20 minutes or so for Bush to regain his usual keen senses before he realized what happened! He has seen this before, but not with such force!!! "Must be the mixture of Israeli food, French wine and Ronski's stash!" Bush thought to himself.
As Bush looked around at the rest of the bar, he could tell, this was no ordinary event! He has seen destruction like this before, but not since he was young pilot watching Israeli pilots crashing into the ground at over 400 KPH!!
As the smoke cleared, he could see debris everywhere. "And where did all the other pilots disappear to anyway?" He thought. Looking around, he saw Ronski, Skyjackal, MoAce, and TBS UNS staggering back in from the huge hole in what use to be the south wall. Ronski said, "I don't know what just happened, but I'll have what ever Falcon just had!" He didn't know you have to have the usual charm and good looks of a French and Israeli pilot combined to get that kind of response. And Ronski always did like the smell of Roses....
Welcome WW, what brings you to the "Sheep’s Pen"? Uh…you might want to stay clear of that pilot at the end of the bar...Yes…that's right the French Israeli guy....
What can I get ya?..........
"Definitely NOT what that feller's drinkin. he he.."
"How's your Shirley Temples in here?" Says WW moving the eye patch from the right to the left to expose his good drinkin eye. "Over at Canelo’s Cantina we screen our riff-raff a little more carefully.... a guy has to be wanted in at least three different countries afore he gits in. Of course then there's the ones like me, wanted on five or six different continents. he he. Say! You guys have any planes that actually fly??"
HEHE..."Well, you'll have to excuse the mess WW." Bush said, "That Falcon guy sure can pack a wallop!" Bush snickered as he was trying to clean the debris off the bar. "The Shirley Temples are the best around, but we mix them just a tad different than you’re probably used to. We use a root extract that BS_Skyjackal gets from the orient, I'm not sure, but word around here, is that it's a cure for what ails ya!" Bush said as he was surveying the damage.
About that time, BS Wite Liun comes in and looks around in disbelieve, "WOW!" he exclaimed "Looks like the stable behind BS's hanger after a Friday night bash!" He noticed that a lot of the usual pilots were here too. Along with TBS and BS, there were some new faces that he hasn't seen before....Just who was this guy with the eye patch? And the guy at the end of the bar, has no back in his pants!...."Better stay clear of these guys." Liun mutters to himself. "I think I'll go hang out with the girl at the other end of the bar."
Now Liun knows not to get to close to her, for she is none other than the infamous MoSuse and the "Collector" for the bar and has a very big club to boot! "Buy you a drink?" he asked.
MoSuse just starred at him, for she knew he was just trying to butter her up. She had went to the hanger looking for him earlier and left a message telling him that his bar tab was upwards of $3000.00 last month. "Sure" she said, all the while keeping an "eye" on the guy with the patch on one eye and the pilot that just turned the bar into shambles. That whole incident didn't bother her though...for she likes the smell of roses too. And there's something about that "Look" that he gave just before he cut loose.
"Here ya go WW." said Bush....."And it's on the house! Uh, the first one anyway. By the way, what were you talking about "checking out the pilots'?" Bush asked. "You need a job? How about being the backround check guy? You interested in some employment? I didn't want to say anything, but that old Hawker of yours looks like it could use a refit! As for our planes, Shadow's planes still fly, but I can't say much for the rest of them!"... ..................
Hey Bush, ..MoAce says to Bush at the bar...."That Dang French guy melted all the vails off the Darts"..."Give me the feathered ones from behind the bar...ok?" Just then....The Guy with the eye patch says...." Darts! What kinda sissy game is that?"....Now Moace is a most gental kinda guy...but loves his darts....so thinking of a quick line he says...."Whats yer name ..one eyed patch man"..."WW!" he says...."Yipes"! MoAce thinks ...hes heard that name before....."Ahhh...You wouldn't perhaps run a mersonary squad do you?"...."Yes I Do!!!"..say WW....Hmmmm thinks MoAce...(with an evil grin).."You got a card?"...."Heres your darts" ...says Bush....Ahhh just throw them to Ronski...yea from here , he'll catch em.....I need to get a calling card from WW!
As Bushy threw the darts to Ronski, he overthrew, (just like he overshoots while flying his Hurricane), and MoSuse ducked just in time. "Watch it Bushy" she said, "or you will feel the business end of my club, just like WiteLiun is going to feel it if he gets funny." At this, WiteLiun began laughing hysterically. "I am funny." he said, "But for you, I might reconsider. How bout if we can cut a deal on that bartab I owe?" At this point, the man with the eye patch squinted in their direction and began grinning. "Looks like this young 'un needs some lessons in manners." he said. Suddenly the French/Israeli pilot at the end of the bar looked in their direction. "Well I'll be" he said in his accent, "there's a female in this bar."
"Oh oh" Bush thought to himself,"There's going to be trouble in here!" Suddenly remembering the last time, someone had to be taught a lesson. It was a while ago, but it seemed like yesterday, when BS FOD tried to get BS MoSuse to eat something from his "specialty shop". Boy, did the sparks fly then! I don't think FOD has quite been the same since! You see MoSuse is an expert when it comes to using the "Mail order, custom leather grip, titanium club with the automatic accelerator"!
"Better get over there!" Bush muttered. He could see the man with the patch and the Falcon both heading in the direction of MoSuse and WiteLiun.....both had different reasons for going, or did they?..(lol)
The man with the patch has had his "eye" on BS MoSuse for some time now, and this Falcon guy, even though he is armed and dangerous, is not moving in on his territory! "NO WAY!" WW thought to himself.
Lucky for MoSuse, that she ducked! She has always been lucky that way..to move in the nick of time. But alas, Ronski wasn't so lucky. "Ouch!! Ronski yelled, "What the h*** was that?" he asked. He couldn't see the darts in the back of his head, but he could feel the pain! Reminded him of flying against Shadow squad! hehe.
Then MoAce yelled...."HEY BUSH! Buy my one eyed friend here a drink on me!" and with that, they both went to the corner table. "Whew!" thought Bush, "That's one less thing to worry about!", now if he just head off Falcon, a far more dangerous mission..................
Wonder how long I'll have to wait for a decent plane to show up....ain't seen one worth stealin yet, and I'm shore in need of a new one, thinks WW while slurping his Shirley Temple through his souvenir Disneyland flexi-straw.
This place has a serious lack of anything valuable, so I may have to actually take on a (ugh) job!
Here ye here ye...non-leader of the non-squad, Mercenary Air Inc, does hereby make himself available to the highest bidder..he he.."This Gun's For Hire"
Just when , as It looked like there was going to be trouble, Mo gave Bush one of those looks to sinkernize things happening, And said in the same breath, HEY FALCON!! "Is it these weekend, we have that squad match aginst your squad".."Come on over to the table and i'll buy you a drink & lets talk these setting out."Mo hoping to keep peace in the joint, Saw a look of relief come over Bushes face...and a look of thanks to Mo was agnolaged....But by these time Suse was steaming...so as she went to hit falcon( which is walking to MOs table ..By now)...swag back ..but in doing so hit Ron in the head by mistake....Ron turned around to see what was happening with all his getting hit on the head and said.
All the chit chat in the bar is silenced when the lights go dimm..flickering to almost total darkness...Faint music starts to play (the kind you hear at a funeral) All eyes padlock to the Bar's two half french doors..a dark figure slowly walks up to the doors..his head tilted toward the grownd..slowly a hand appears on top of the left door and then what appears to be a golden hand grabs the top of the right door..the black stetson hat slowly raises ..reveiling dark beedy eyes of a killer.
The dark fuigure moves thru the door....The doors smack together over and over slowing with each hit..the quiet is broken when the man with the patch mumbles in fear and he hides behind the bar..SIN!!!.
The room is motionless, the fear could break a window at any moment, then... with the weakest one runs first..Falcon screams in fear.
"No not again"..As Sin points his golden finger and shoots him down in one shot..then the others try to run..MoSuse..Ronski..Luin..MoAce..All falling to the floor in one shot.
The man with the eye patch mumbles in amazemant.."Damm that was fast"
Bush shoots right back at him "Its always like that"
Then walks over to the bar "Barkeep..Give me a first to five speacial"..Grabs the drink and heads over to the table moving the dead bodies with his foot..and then placing his drink in the blood on the table as he sits ..he looks around "whats that SMELL??..whatever it is I hope i kill it."
WW crawls out from under his table, without spilling a drop of his precious Shirley Temple. Moving his eye patch from his left eye to the right, he surveys the scene of recent bloodletting....tossing the drink over his shoulder and heading for the swinging doors, WW mumbles, "Well..he he..these tossers shoulda hired a mercenary...cheap insurance!" "Reckon they won't be needing their planes anymore...if any of em still fly!"
From inside, the remaining patrons hear some banging, a couple loud curses, and then finally the wounded engine of a Hurricane coming to life. As the sheep, ducks, and chickens scatter from it's path, the Hurricane roars off into the sunset belching smoke and leaking hydraulic fluid.....
What the @#$% son of a @#$%& holy @#$% did that hurt! Now Ronski knows what the Shadow guys must feel like when they feel the BS bullets hit them all the time. Ronski goes back to his stach to have a drink to think about things and wonders why is it always me that get the worst of every thing in here is there a conspiracy going on and are the Shadows involved in this as Ronski looks at Bush and wonders Hmmmmmmmm.
As Bush begins laughing out loud, Sin looks at him and says "What's with the hardy laugh anyway?"..Bush said "Well, you see WW light outta here? The plane he took belongs to BS Gacman, he won't get far. That was the plane that he flew in the last match against Shadow.....it has more holes in it than MoAce's plane, and the gas tank has more than one hole in it too!" Bush is wondering if he knows about the BIG red button and if he'll ever see his bar glass again.......
Now lucky for everyone in the bar, that the re-spawning is a fast process in this game! "Sure would hate to run out of drinkers." Bush thinks! "Sky has a lot of bills to pay!"
As Sin was sipping on his Ice tea with the secret ingredient and the little umbrella in it, in comes another Shadow. This time, it's Shadow Reaper, and as he surveys the situation, he says " Well Sin, I see you must have got here a little while ago!"
As Reaper steps over the pools of blood and makes his way through the debris that Falcon left, he takes a seat. "What happened to the wall?" he asks. Sin replies, "I really don't know, seems like someone has been lighting matches again around a French Israeli, you smell the roses?"
As the re-spawning takes place, the BS pilots shake off the last shoot down and come back into the game. Still groggy, they look hard at the two Shadow's sitting quietly at the table. Doesn't take long before the cold stares and the firmness of the brows set in. They've all seen the golden hand before, non other than Shadow of Sin himself!! But wait, are they still groggy, they see two of him now, dresses different too! Shaking off the re-spawn effects, they come to realize, this is Reaper, Sin's twin. Now the shaking starts all over again....
"What are we going to do? ask WiteLiun and "How are we going to get them back?"
MoAce sits quietly for a moment and you can see the "gears" turning as he thinks. "I know!" MoAce exclaimed! "Lets all come back in shooting, but don't let them get behind you!"................. ....................
As Sin sips his drink pondering on when MoAce and Ronski will try another shot at Him..He see's the Two trying to sneak behind him...He looks at reaper who then eyes back a rolling of his eyes..Sin and reaper communicating without words..thinking they couldnt be that dumb.
The silence is broken By MoAce.."You thought that you could come in here and get away with that what are you gonna do now that I got the jump on ya, Whats your final words Sin?"..Sin looks MoAce in the eyes and Says
"I'm your Huckleberry"
And without words shoots down MoAce, as reaper waves his arm as if brushing his hair, shooting Ronski with a shotgun up his sleeve, Sin and reaper slowly take a glance around the room as they slide back into thier chair to relax yet again.....
....just as MoSuse hits them both at the same time with her club. She turns around in surprise as they both fall onto the table and slowly slide off onto the floor, scattering glasses, cards and ashtrays. "Uh oh" she said. "I was aiming for Falcon!" "Bushy!" she yelled, "this club needs calibrated or something! I'm sure it's not my fault! I just can't seem to hit the broad side of a barn." "Like Shadow pilots", she giggled. Then she looked around and said, "Heh, what happened to that good-looking guy with the patch? I have a job for him. I need some help on collecting on those bartabs!" She took one more look at Sin and Reaper lying on the floor, bent down to check for a pulse, and not finding one, said, "Oops".......
Suddenly from the window came a crash! Pilots hit the floor, liquor, beer, and wine falling close behind.
As MoSuse scrambled to find her club, she felt a thump on her head. .one of the 5 dozen newly introduced apples alerted her. Voices throughout the bar were heard saying things like, "Nice one Suse," and "Where are we gonna hide now?"
The front door, stood a fly guy type of struttin' leopard skin overcoat wearin, apple eating, tooth picking PIMP. He slowly raised his diamond crusted hand, and the patrons said, "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
WHAP!!!!!! was the sound of the bar-wide bytch slap, as the man said, "All right you turkeys, clean this dive up, and get me some KoolAid..... this little Pig's THIRSTY."
Next week, Chapter 4!