Trust

Thanks for all the feedback guys, it really gives incentive to keep the chapters coming:yay:

Anyway, those are some incredible lines coming out of the J Man, Rob. :D :up:
But blond? Are you kiddin' me?! :eek: :( :p

Think of him as SV's Ollie meets Chaz Michael Michaels:woot:

I told you not to call me that in public.

oh hush honeybunch.
 
Awesomely action packed chapter, hunt. I loved J here.

" Don't worry, The J man's got this "

I'm 6'1, 210 lbs of studtastic manliness and Ive got 10 inches of US meat hanging between two perfectly sculptured thighs, i call it the Blaster cannon......Of Lurrrrrrve"

MJK: " ok so i must have brain damage not a concussion b/c you didn't just say that "

LOL, MJK. I feel your pain. :D :up:
 
Sweet! I've got a jet pack like Boba Fett, silver-plated Colt Ballers like Agent 47, a package like The Devil himself and I talk more smack than Apollo Creed. It's last year's Christmas list come to fruition. :hyper: :ninja:

Great story with all kinds of action. :up:
 
Chapter 6

They scoured the bridge for a ride, MJK spotted a 300C Chrysler and they made their way to it.

MJK: " It only seats 5, ****"

Mister J: " Have no fear, the J Man spots his ride "

He ran across to the other side of the bridge and headed behind a vacated SUV.

MJK: " Does he speak in the 3rd person all the time ? "

Tza: " Sadly yes "

There was a roar on the bridge and Mister J emerged from behind the SUV on a red Ducatti

Mister J:
" Behold my steed! "

bm: " it's 2007 dude "

Mister J: " Man it doesn't matter, between my legs swings Excalibur, the ladies call my pad Cumalot, i NEED a steed! "

MJK: " I feel an 80's power ballad coming on "

Tza:
" I feel Nauseous "

Fran: " Ahem, i understand the need for banter in tense situations but shouldn't we be heading off ? "

MJK: " Yes sir "

They got into the 300C, SML and Tza flanked President Fran in the back, MJK took shotgun and bm was at the wheel.

bm: " You comfy back there mister President ? I'm sure a man in your position is used to a bit more room in the backseat of his limo with 2 hot women, hehehehe"

The car sat silent.

bm: " What I m....."

MJK: " Don't "

bm: " bu.."

MJK:
" No....at this point you are merely stopping to exchange feet.... just drive. "

They headed off the Harlem.......

Already in Harlem vIa chopper was Whiskey Tango, Badgerphil and TIF. WT and BP entered the poon palace, FA was getting his leg seen to by his own personal physician.

WT: " And treat me mine subservients decreed the king! "

FA looked up.

FA: " Well if it isn't Gi Joe, what you want playa ? "

WT: " I take it you saw what happened and I'd wager that hole in your leg was no accident "

FA: " What can i say, I'm in a dangerous business "

FA eyed WT up cautiously.

BP: " Heh, I can see you aren't king of the street for nothing, how'd you like to earn some real coin ? "

FA: " When it comes to the money money, I'm all ears "

BP: " Well the boss man needs an army assembled but on very short notice and it needs to be an army that knows it's battlefield "

WT: " Exactly, one of the reasons we found it so hard in Nam was that our boys weren't jungle fighters, now what we have here is a concrete jungle and we need the right type of soldiers, specifically trained for this mission, who know their terrain "

FA: " Well my soldiers are always down to ride if the paper is acceptable "

BP: " How does $10M sound ? "

FA: " Now that's what I'm talkin' bout, so what's the full deal ? "

WT: " There's a rat in your house, i need you to flush him and his buddies out, you can kill them but i need the rat alive "

FA: " Does the Rat have a name ? "

BP: " You can just call him Mr President "

FA's eyes widened.

FA: " Ohhhhhh, man this is gonna send me down into legend ...Mooki! bring me my heat and get the boys ready "

Within 30 seconds Mooki brought a case to FA and opened it, FA pulled out two golden Uzi's.

FA: " It's time to play, Ballin!!!"

Whiskey Tango smiled and left the club.

As they boarded the chopper and hovered to take off they saw 3 escalades and several souped up Japanese cars roll out of the parking structure of the poon palace. WT turned to BP as they took off into the sky.

WT: " Looks like Harlem just declared war on the President of the United States, heh "

To be continued.
 
Good Chapter Hunter, its building up nicely. :up:
 
Oh snap! :wow:
Love Mister J, had me cracking up again. :heart:
 
I really anticipated the next chapter, and wow it was great! :up:
 
Mister J is da man! :heart: Love his lines, Rob! :up:
OMG! Prez Frannie's in danger!!! :wow: Thank goodness for the 5 that are guarding him. Looking foward to the battle!
 
Chapter 7

Harlem was like a ghost town as they drove through it, It was like one of those showdowns from the old westerns when 2 gunfighters meet in the middle of the street and everyone rushes in and locks up.

Tza: " Whys it so quiet ? "

SML: " They heard you were coming sweetie "

Tza: " oh really ? I was wondering, are you just unlucky with your hair or do they only make cheap weaves in Israel ? "

SML: " I should snap you like a twiglet! "

Tza: " You give it a try sister, you'll be using my Gucci heel as a tooth pic "

Fran: " Ladies ladies, i get that there is femmeosterone flying around in here...and yes i made that word up, it's a Franism, i believe in getting some equal words out there for women, and remember i am up for re election in 15 months....ahem....anyway we are all on the same side, lets focus "

Mister J pulled up close on his bike.

Mister J: " Yo preslicous, you dropping the pimp game ? gimme some skin! "

Fran: " Heh, I am merely calming the situation "

Mister J: " Of course and that is what you DO baby! "

Mister J gave Fran gun fingers.

Tza: " Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the bike you fool "

Mister J: " Don't be hating sweetcakes, the J man's sculpted thighs have this machine in a death grip "

Tza: " Are you sure you aren't gay ? "

Mister J: " The J Man scoffs at the mere idea of him being a sausage bandit, don't confuse my flair with that, I got many tricks "

SML: " So now you are a magician ? "

Mister J: " Well they say when the J man is around a beautiful woman their panties disappear "

He gave her a huge grin.

MJK: " Eyes ahead guys "

In front of them was a road block consisting of 5 souped of Japanese sports cars and in the centre a armoured black Escalade, A panel in the Roof of the Escalade slid back and a seat arose with a gold plated gatling gun on the front of it, sitting in the seat was FA with an ear piece and com mic.

FA: " Yo, we got ya cornered, there ain't no place to run and no place to hide, FA got tha drop on ya cos that's how i Ride! "

FA started laughing, in the rear view MJK saw 4 black Honda bikes pull up, they were indeed trapped..........All of a sudden the sound of screeching tires could be heard and in the rear view MJK saw a yellow GT40 with black racing stripe burst into view and launch into a powerslide, an arm came out of the window with an MP5 in the hand and opened fire on the stationary riders...It was Captain Cmill and Jolie was in the passenger seat.... MJK saw the opening and pulled out his glock.

MJK: " bm, GO!!! "

bm slammed the 300C in reverse, MJK lent out the window, took aim and fired a round at FA, he hit the swivel mechanism on the seat and FA went into a spin. Mooki lept up to help his boss.

Mooki: " Wadda i do boss ? "

FA: " Stop me spinning you fool! "

The 300C was now heading towards the Gt40, MJK could see one of the riders getting up, he lent out the window with his shotgun and blasted off a round, the visor on the riders helmet shattered and a river of blood flowed out.

The two cars were now at full speed, heading back through Harlem, the GT40 in the lead, FA had sent 2 of the Japanese sports cars in pursuit. Mister J was weaving in and out of both of them trying to draw their fire but a bullet hit the 300C in the back right tire and the car flipped over.

The GT40 slammed to a halt and Cmill rolled out opening fire as he did, he hit the undercarriage of one of the cars and it swerved sideways into the other, knocking it into the front of a shop window, J slid off the bike.

SML crawled out from the wreckage of the 300C, one of the cars was trying to restart, she ran at it with a her glock in one hand and MJK's in the other, she ran up the bonnet onto the roof of the car firing as she went, blood splattered onto the insides of the cars windows.

As she dropped off the other end, the driver of the other car lodged in the shop window was stirring, she dropped the clips out of both guns and tucked MJK's in her back holster, she put a fresh clip in her gun and calmly walked over to the driver, she fired off two rounds, one in the chest and one in the head.....she headed back towards the 300C as the other were getting out, Cmill looked at her dead in the eyes.

SML: " Where i come from we don't take chances "

She walked on and Cmill looked around the streets of Harlem and breathed deeply.

Cmill: "Same where i come from "

MJK: " What the hell do we do now with one car and a bike ? "

Just then The Iron Fist popped out of a side alley,

TIF: " I got a place you can hide, come with me "

MJK looked at Cmill and shrugged, they all followed TIF.


To Be Continued.....
 
Tza: " Whys it so quiet ? "

SML: " They heard you were coming sweetie "

Tza: " oh really ? I was wondering, are you just unlucky with your hair or do they only make cheap weaves in Israel ? "

SML: " I should snap you like a twiglet! "

Tza: " You give it a try sister, you'll be using my Gucci heel as a tooth pic "

CATFIGHT!!! [/Joey Styles]

Again with the top level action :up:
And that ending reeks of intrigue ...or possibly cherry pie. I always get the two confused.
 
Wow. Another awesome chapter. Love the action in this one, hunter. It should be made into a movie ASAP! :up:
 
Excellent job Hunter.:up: :woot:
 

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