The Delivery

"Street hood?" Fedele smiled slightly as he drove. "That's pretty funny."

As they pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex Fedele got out and put his gun in his jacket. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
 
Fulhead nodded, his fingers on his own shooter. And then it rang.
"hello?"
"Do you recognise this voice?" how could he not, it was THE voice, the one who'd sent him on this quest.
"Yeah. everythings in hand"
"Well your...antics have made the radio news dickwad."
"well when you make an omelet..."
"you think your funny wiseguy? look i know, you know whats in that bag. you try anything, that omlete will have your balls in it, you hear!"
"Prick..."Fulhead mumbled to the dialing tone. Where the hell was fedele?
 
Fedele came back with a suitcase and put it in the back seat. "Turn around and take a look at this" he said as he opened it up.

"We got a .50AE Desert Eagle Pistol, a pistol grip M4 12 guage, a Cx4 Storm carbine and a Tikka T3 Tactical rifle. That should serve our purpose. The safe house is in a neighborhood. I'll drive by it once to let you see what we are up against. There will be two guys on the front porch who will have rifles strapped to the railing on the porch so you won't be able to see them. I'll park the car at the end of the block and I should be able to get them with the tactical. People will come out after that but they will probably only have pistols and shotguns. I won't be able to get them because they will just get down. So, to keep this from becoming a stalemate, I need you to fire the carbine at them to keep them down so I can get in position with the Desert Eagle and you can get the pistol grip shotgun and we'll go at them. Sound good?"
 
Markus finally pulled over; he had lost Fedele about two blocks back. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel of the car in frustration. Who the hell was that other guy? Some balls he had, pulling a gun on the guy like that. I wonder why Fedele hasn't killed him yet.

A flash in the corner of his eye made him look across the road: a white van had pulled in, and the driver seemed to be watching him. He have her a hard look and she turned her face away, pretending to search for something in her bag. The glimpse had been enough to recongise her though.


He stepped out of the car and walked over to the van. The driver was still fussing around in her bag and didn't seem to have seen him come over. "Hello Carmen," he said, waving at her with his pistol "care to go for a little drive?"
 
"Fletcher?"


"At the moment, your personnel issues do not concern me. Can you explain why I'm watching a news report about a certain diner I may or may not have a business stake in being shot to hell by a couple of people who were, to my knowledge this morning, and I'm quoting you here, Fletcher, 'nothing to worry about'?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the RADIO NEWS REPORT! I have heard my name twice today in the media. I am fully expecting to have a movie-of-the-week and unauthorized biography by tomorrow at this rate! I realize that, when we made this plan, I did not expressly indicate that I would like to have my name omitted from any recountings of the enormously illegal events that were foretold, but, having worked with you for some time, was under the impression that, as you had not yet drooled all over my table, you were intelligent enough to have worked it out for yourself!"

"I don't want an apology. I want it fixed now. Get your little helpers on the same page and fast, Fletcher. I have to have that briefcase now. If it gets into the hands I think its headed to, and they find out what else is in there, we're going to have people in this game that none of us really want playing. Fix it. Now. This ends badly, and they're gonna be pulling your balls down off of a power line outside Paramus."
 
"Crap Fedele, How long you been planning something like this?" Fulhead said as he inspected the arsenal layed out in front of him. Fulhead had the sneaking suspicion that his new partner couldnt work his magic again if the police showed up and found this lot!

"how many men inside?" he asked as the car slowly pulled away.
 
"I'm good at thinkin on my feet. There's probably, if I remember correctly, fifteen goons we'll have to deal with but most of them will probably just be punks with guns."

Fedele drove along until a sign caught his attention.

"Are you hungry?"
 
Carmen turned slowly gave Markus a once over. The gun was steady in his hand as he pointed it at her chest. She pouted her lips a small smile creeping into her eyes.

"You aren't driving my van and put the damn gun away. I'm unarmed. Do you want to search me?"

Her smile grew playful as she pushed the switch to unlock the passanger door. Pulling a pack of gum slowly from her purse, she offered him a stick.

"Care for some or are you going to get all pissy about this?"
 
Markus took a stick of gum and smiled. “So, my dear, why are you following me?” he asked.

Climbing inside the van, he made sure to keep his gun pointed at her: “Not that I don't trust you, but judging on past experience, you want something from me”.
 
In a dimly lit resturant, a waitress serving tables looks up as she notices an Italain and his friend enter and wait for a table.
Remembering her boss's instructions to be on the look out, she promptly seats them, and waits for them to order, trying to eavesdrop on thier conversation. although they say nothing to alert suspicion, something about them makes her decide to keep an eye on them, and to ring her boss at the first possible oppurtunity.

She's learnt a lot from waiting tables.
 
"Mm hmm."

"Two?"

"You sure?"

"Either of them carrying anything?"

"All right. Go tell Mike that I said you'd been a good girl to the tune of ten large, and forget we had this conversation. And no spitting in their eggs."

[beep beep bloop]


"Fletcher, God just smiled on you. The F-Man hisself just sat down in the diner by the park with some no-name, or at least no one my source could describe well enough for me to make. Play it sweet - you know I'm good for whatever you need to make this go through. I won't remind you what another mistake means."

[beeb boop blip]

"Hold off. Lucky bastard just pulled a rabbit out of a hat - if I don't call and cancel the order by tomorrow morning, finish the job."
 
"Nice eggs fedele, good taste in dinners" Fulhead said as he took another bite.
"hey..see that waitress over there? shes been making eyes at me.." Fulhead smiled and winked.
 
Silently curses, the Italian’s friend has noticed her. However, from the way he’s smiling, Alexa isn’t sure he minds.
She quickly rings her boss and explains. Seeing how the situation can be taken advantage of, he tells her to go for it. Readying lipstick, she walks over to the table

‘anything I can get for you gentlemen’, she asks, looking at the second guy under her eyelashes, giving a small naughty smile

‘do let me know, if there is anything you want’ drops voice a little ‘from me’
reaches to take away their glasses and refill them, maintaining eye contact with the stranger allowing the blush she’s feeling to spread over her cheeks
 
Well wasnt thats something..."I'll be right back, dont go anywhere" Fulhead said as he walked towards the bathroom, and the waitress...and then straight past and into the toilet.
"crap, what am i thinking, a day like today!" Fulhead thought. "screw it, i might not live to see sundown.."
He left the bathroom and strolled casually to the waitress. "hey can we have some more coffee.." she smiled that smile again.
 
Fedele watched in awe as Fulhead flirted with a waitress just minutes before they were to go end the lives of at least sixteen people.

"Christ, what is he doing? Ma'am, can we have the bill?"
 
Lets a smile creep around her lips
'sure..anything for you.' she doesnt normally do this, but she owes the boos..course, it helps he is cute..
'and for you're friend, i noticed he's kinda..quiet..'

walks of to fetch the coffee, aware of his eyes on her, bringing it to the table and leaning down to serve, feeling his eyes on her.
As she gets up, she whispers 'i finish in 15 minutes....'
leaving it at that. blushing and giving a small smile, Alexa walks off, knowing he'll follow
 
Fulhead looked up and saw Fedele getting the bill. Didnt he realise sixteen people could soon end their lives?
"christ what is he doing?" he thought
"yo! fed!" he looked up" Just getting the coffee, dont worry about the bill, i got it!"
he smiled and followed Alexa
 
Grins and finishes up her phone call to the boss, she'd been informing him of all events, and had a cautious go ahead. She understood if she got herself killed, it was her doing.

'hey..are you leaving?' looks genuinely upset at this
 
"well that depends" Christ! what was he doing!
"I want someway to leave with you, but i'll leave that to you.." F*** this was crazy...
"fancy some...adventure?"
 
raises an eyebrow, and smiles slowly

"i'd love to come"..what the hell was she doing, alexa asked herself.
holds out an arm for Fulhead to take..
"Alexa, by the way.."
 
"Hey, get your ass in the car. The broad's coming too?", Fedele asked completely perplexed.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Whatever, we need to go now."

Fedele walked out to the car knowing that they were still in the resteraunt flirting. He opened the door and tapped the wires and waited for them to come out.
 
"Alexa...what a lovely name" Fulhead said as he led her to the car.
"get in, i'll be right there.."
Fulhead turned to Fedele and whispered "dont worry" he heard the door close

"she looks like she can handle it..and if not and things DO go wrong, hostages make barganing alot easier" he winked and got in the car, seeing Alexa look up and smile. But would he be able to hold her hostage he wondered...
"No." he convinced himself. "this is just lack of sleep and coffee..get a grip"
 
Feels a little nervous, she can tell the Italian dislikes her..

"erm..where are we going..." realises she doesnt know this guys name. great one Lex. Just coz he was cute doesn't mean he's gonna be nice to you

Looks at the door, but notices she's locked in.
Glances nervously at the guy...
 
"I would suggest you stay in the car", Fedele said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Hey, Ful, what's the girl's name?", he asked as he turned down a street two blocks away from the diner.
 
'I seem to have little choice, sir, and my name, thank you, is Alexa'

she could tell the Italian and her wree not going to get on
 
He took her hand lightly
"sorry, the names Fulhead. Call me Jack." he smiled again.
"and this guys fedee, say hi fedele" he got a mumble.

"listen; me and my friend here have some..business to take care of, then we can get a drink or something, ok?"
 
"Alright, Alex, we've got an errand to run so I want you to wait in the car and do as I say. It may get a little hectic but don't worry about it."

Fedele pulled the car through into the neighborhood "Lake Oak" and pulled down the first street on the left.

"See the brown house with the two guys on the porch? That's it. When I get to the end of the street, grab your equipment and get into position. I'll take the tactical and get to work."
 
"park a bit up the street"

"Alexa, do as he says, and dont worry" the smile was more fixed now as he reached for the suitcase...
 
tells from the worried look on Fulheads face she better do as she is told. For now anyway..

Squeezes his hand and waits
 
Fedele opened the suitcase and pulled out the tactical rifle and got set up on the hood of the car before firing a bullet into the heads of both goons up front.

"Alright, go!"
 
As Fulhead Jumped out of the car he sawe Fedele land in position.

Raising the Carbine he squezed the trigger and fired at the house. The glass in the windows broke and the walls became a deep red. He dived behind a wall, his hands searching for the pistol-grip shotgun.

He flipped up and fired again.
 
Fedele took the revolver and ran up to join Fulhead so they could charge up together.

"You go up to the window on the right and pump some bullets in there and I'll kick in the door."
 
Fedele made sure Fulhead had them all ducking for cover as he kicked in the door and shot two men ducking behind an overturned table before going into the kitchen to take cover.
 
Fulhead quickly turned fom the window and through the open door. He saw a head pull out of a door up ahead. The carbine took care of that quick enough.
He turned into the room he had destroyed through the window, hoping fedele had his back. Clear.
standing at the door, he raised the shotgun, nodded at Fedele and swung out into the corridor
 
'fuck it'. car locked, and trying to smash the windows just hurt her arm. Hearing the bullets and the screams, she cant help but wonder what shes doing here
'i hope he'..stop it lex!. look where this got you'.
 
"SHE WHAT??????"


beep beep beep beep beep

"Alexa what in the holy fu . . . "


"All right. Get here now. I don't care how or what. I can't afford you being made at this point in the game. Call Mike for the address - he's waiting for a call back from me anyway."


beepity beepity

"Mike, it's me again. Alexa 's gonna be calling you - give her the address of the safehouse on Eighth. Fletcher's gonna be at the diner before long - day late, dollar short, and with that sad-assed puppydog look on his face. I'm done with him. Do what you need to, but if I look at your menu and see it's Irish all next week, I'm not coming in."

EDIT - switch the last two posts, and it all makes more sense . . .
 
Fedele went through the hallway leading into the kitchen and went into the living room where there was an overturned couch facing Fedele and an overturned recliner facing the hallway Fulhead was walking down, both obviously serving as shields. Fedele fired his revolver at the couch hoping that Fulhead would soon come out to get them from behind.
 
The gunshot startled him. Fulhead moved so he could see what was going on, raising the carbine. He Fedele aiming at the couch..and then the guys behind it, about to jump out and shoot his new partner.
"Pricks.." he mumbled as he sprayed them with bullets.

"the case, fedele, where is it?"
 
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