Puppy Kicker
First Post
Breaking and Entering v2.0
8:00 PM Sunday, July 18th
Newport News, Virginia
A flickering streetlight illuminated the entrance to the late Sgt. Betty Richardson’s apartment complex. The sticky air amplified the stench of old garbage in the parking lot and the underlying scent of despair. Rebecca jumped back in response to a crunching noise under her foot and suppressed a gag at the cockroach that scuttled away, completely unharmed.
“Somehow this doesn’t seem like the best place for such a nice police lady to live.” Rebecca shook her foot vigorously to get any residual cockroach nastiness off her pumps.
“In order to know your enemy you must become your enemy,” Quin said, his hands pressed together Confuciusly.
“You’re stupider than you look.”
Quin looked a bit hurt at Meadow’s jibe. He restored his manhood by taking the lead. “Let’s get this over with.” He strutted towards the complex entrance. The others followed.
The building was dark and smelly and smokey. “What is that?” Rebecca asked. She sniffed. “Cigars?”
Quinton Stark coughed politely into his hand. “You need to get to know Robbie better, Becca. He can help get you educated.” He continued down the hallway. Rebecca looked a bit confused.
“What’s he talking about, Meadow?”
Meadow smiled. “Let’s just say it probably isn’t oregano.”
Rounding a corner they found apartment 202. Betty Richardson’s place. Quin held his left hand up and reached into his jacket pocket with his right. In a hushed voice he said “Should the door be open?”
Devin, Meadow and Rebecca shook their heads. Quin slowly pulled his Ruger Service Six from his jacket and unlocked the safety. Rebecca pulled two pepper spray canisters from her purse and handed one to Meadow. “I did some shopping after McDonalds,” she whispered.
“Are we ready?” Quin asked. Meadow and Rebecca both nodded and held their pepper sprays aggressively, a couple of overly effeminate Dirty Harries. Devin looked at his empty hands and started to object. What he was going to say was “Maybe we ought to discuss this a bit more. We are not well armed. We have no idea what we are getting into. There may be many people with guns in that room. One of them may shoot me in the head.”
What Devin actually said was “…”
Quinton Stark III kicked the door in like he’d seen the people on NYPD Blue do so many times and it worked – since the door was already partly open. He lost his balance a bit and stumbled into the room, barely keeping the barrel of his gun trained in the general not-shooting-his-friends direction. The ladies flanked him, pepper sprays at the ready.
Two thuggish men looked up from the trashed apartment in surprise. Both were unarmed but looked more than capable of defending themselves. The closer of the two was shorter, but built like an adamantium sh**house. Tatoos covered his hands. The taller was also muscular and his head was shaved into a Mohawk.
“Freeze!” Quin shouted. He brandished the Service Six like an angry monkey might brandish a banana. The larger of the two men put his arms in the air and looked towards the other. The smaller man also put his hands up, but more slowly and deliberately.
“No need to wag that thing around like that, esse.” He was a short man with the steely eyes of a killer. He looked over Quin’s shoulders and past the Quinton’s Angels. “Heya Mr. Cole.”
Devin stepped up beside Quin. “Eddie.” Quinton started to lower the gun when he saw that Devin recognized the man. “No Quin, keep the gun on him. He’s not to be trusted. If he makes any sudden moves, shoot his a**.” Quin raised the barrel again. “This is Rough Eddie. He took my sister.” Quin thumbed back the hammer on his pistol. This time he looked less like a monkey and more like a gunslinger. “You have a gun,” continued Devin. “Slowly take it out and slide it across the floor. Your crony too.”
Eddie nodded to his companion and both slid pistols from under their jackets then kicked them across the floor. Devin bent to pick them up and gazed in wonder at the pistol he was holding. "Holy... Wow... Nice..." He pointed the silver plated Desert Eagle at its original owner. “What are you doing here, Eddie.”
“I might ask you the same thing,” grinned Eddie.
“You might,” agreed Devin. “But you might not get an answer. We have the guns, y’see.”
Eddie nodded. “We’re here to find something.”
“A bear.” Quin guessed.
“THE Bear,” Rough Eddie agreed. “But it ain’t here.”
“We’ll decide that for ourselves. Get out of here.” Devin brandished the Desert Eagle. “Get out of here before I take my frustrations out on your evil ass.”
“I’m with you, esse. We’re done here anyhow. Mind if I get my baby back before I go?” He looked meaningfully at the Desert Eagle.
Devin gripped the pistol more firmly and took a step forward. “I’ll keep your ‘baby’ for now. Maybe you’ll see it another time.” Devin stepped out of the doorway. “Now clear a path for the nice criminal.”
Eddie put his hands down. “Hey, bro, I just want to take SOME baby home with me tonight. If I can’t have my silver baby then maybe I’ll take the curvy baby there.” He leered at Rebecca. She vomited a little in her mouth.
“I don’t think so, ugly.”
Eddie pimped his way towards the apartment door, his crony in tow. Rebecca squeezed up against the wall to avoid any contact with him. She brandished the pepper spray canister especially authoritatively.
"What are you planning to do with that, pretty thing?" Eddie kept his hands up as he slid past Rebecca in the narrow hallway, but he let himself rub up against her in a less than innocent manner. Rebbeca didn't put up with that kind of behavior. She pressed the release tab on her pepper spray can...
...and thoroughly coated the opposite wall with the stinging substance.
Eddie chuckled. "You missed, baby."
"That was a warning!" Rebecca shouted, indignant.
"It's a single shot canister, chica." Eddy turned his back to them and advanced down the hall.
"I have more of them," Rebecca pouted.
“Quin, let’s escort them to their vehicle.”
“Yeah, I want to make sure they get home safely,” Quin agreed.
Devin and Quin followed the thugs out to the parking lot where they got into a vibrantly painted El Camino. “Subtle little gangsta, isn’t he?” Quin said.
“F***er is going to die if anything happens to my sister.”
“I’ll put a bullet in him too, brother.” Quin patted Devin's back.
They watched the El Camino vanish onto the street. A purple neon light illuminated the license plate left them with PMP RID embedded in their memories.
“Now let’s go search the apartment.” Quin and Devin returned to the apartment, where Rebecca and Meadow where only casually searching.
“Get to it,” Devin said. “If that damn bear might be here then we need to find it.” He was short of breath and some blood was seeping out from under his bandaged head.
“The bear isn’t here,” Rebecca said.
“It’s got to be SOMEWHERE!” Devin shouted. “My little sister is trapped by these …. These evil sons of bitches!!!” Devin slammed his fist into the wall. Again. Again. Again. His knuckles were bleeding and tears were streaming down his cheeks. “I need that godd**n bear!”
Meadow and Rebecca looked at each other. Then Rebecca walked up to Devin as he slumped against the wall. She put her hand on Devin’s shoulder. “We’ll get your sister back.”
“HOW!?!”
Rebecca looked back at Meadow. Meadow nodded. “We know where the bear is," she said.
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8:00 PM Sunday, July 18th
Newport News, Virginia
A flickering streetlight illuminated the entrance to the late Sgt. Betty Richardson’s apartment complex. The sticky air amplified the stench of old garbage in the parking lot and the underlying scent of despair. Rebecca jumped back in response to a crunching noise under her foot and suppressed a gag at the cockroach that scuttled away, completely unharmed.
“Somehow this doesn’t seem like the best place for such a nice police lady to live.” Rebecca shook her foot vigorously to get any residual cockroach nastiness off her pumps.
“In order to know your enemy you must become your enemy,” Quin said, his hands pressed together Confuciusly.
“You’re stupider than you look.”
Quin looked a bit hurt at Meadow’s jibe. He restored his manhood by taking the lead. “Let’s get this over with.” He strutted towards the complex entrance. The others followed.
The building was dark and smelly and smokey. “What is that?” Rebecca asked. She sniffed. “Cigars?”
Quinton Stark coughed politely into his hand. “You need to get to know Robbie better, Becca. He can help get you educated.” He continued down the hallway. Rebecca looked a bit confused.
“What’s he talking about, Meadow?”
Meadow smiled. “Let’s just say it probably isn’t oregano.”
Rounding a corner they found apartment 202. Betty Richardson’s place. Quin held his left hand up and reached into his jacket pocket with his right. In a hushed voice he said “Should the door be open?”
Devin, Meadow and Rebecca shook their heads. Quin slowly pulled his Ruger Service Six from his jacket and unlocked the safety. Rebecca pulled two pepper spray canisters from her purse and handed one to Meadow. “I did some shopping after McDonalds,” she whispered.
“Are we ready?” Quin asked. Meadow and Rebecca both nodded and held their pepper sprays aggressively, a couple of overly effeminate Dirty Harries. Devin looked at his empty hands and started to object. What he was going to say was “Maybe we ought to discuss this a bit more. We are not well armed. We have no idea what we are getting into. There may be many people with guns in that room. One of them may shoot me in the head.”
What Devin actually said was “…”
Quinton Stark III kicked the door in like he’d seen the people on NYPD Blue do so many times and it worked – since the door was already partly open. He lost his balance a bit and stumbled into the room, barely keeping the barrel of his gun trained in the general not-shooting-his-friends direction. The ladies flanked him, pepper sprays at the ready.
Two thuggish men looked up from the trashed apartment in surprise. Both were unarmed but looked more than capable of defending themselves. The closer of the two was shorter, but built like an adamantium sh**house. Tatoos covered his hands. The taller was also muscular and his head was shaved into a Mohawk.
“Freeze!” Quin shouted. He brandished the Service Six like an angry monkey might brandish a banana. The larger of the two men put his arms in the air and looked towards the other. The smaller man also put his hands up, but more slowly and deliberately.
“No need to wag that thing around like that, esse.” He was a short man with the steely eyes of a killer. He looked over Quin’s shoulders and past the Quinton’s Angels. “Heya Mr. Cole.”
Devin stepped up beside Quin. “Eddie.” Quinton started to lower the gun when he saw that Devin recognized the man. “No Quin, keep the gun on him. He’s not to be trusted. If he makes any sudden moves, shoot his a**.” Quin raised the barrel again. “This is Rough Eddie. He took my sister.” Quin thumbed back the hammer on his pistol. This time he looked less like a monkey and more like a gunslinger. “You have a gun,” continued Devin. “Slowly take it out and slide it across the floor. Your crony too.”
Eddie nodded to his companion and both slid pistols from under their jackets then kicked them across the floor. Devin bent to pick them up and gazed in wonder at the pistol he was holding. "Holy... Wow... Nice..." He pointed the silver plated Desert Eagle at its original owner. “What are you doing here, Eddie.”
“I might ask you the same thing,” grinned Eddie.
“You might,” agreed Devin. “But you might not get an answer. We have the guns, y’see.”
Eddie nodded. “We’re here to find something.”
“A bear.” Quin guessed.
“THE Bear,” Rough Eddie agreed. “But it ain’t here.”
“We’ll decide that for ourselves. Get out of here.” Devin brandished the Desert Eagle. “Get out of here before I take my frustrations out on your evil ass.”
“I’m with you, esse. We’re done here anyhow. Mind if I get my baby back before I go?” He looked meaningfully at the Desert Eagle.
Devin gripped the pistol more firmly and took a step forward. “I’ll keep your ‘baby’ for now. Maybe you’ll see it another time.” Devin stepped out of the doorway. “Now clear a path for the nice criminal.”
Eddie put his hands down. “Hey, bro, I just want to take SOME baby home with me tonight. If I can’t have my silver baby then maybe I’ll take the curvy baby there.” He leered at Rebecca. She vomited a little in her mouth.
“I don’t think so, ugly.”
Eddie pimped his way towards the apartment door, his crony in tow. Rebecca squeezed up against the wall to avoid any contact with him. She brandished the pepper spray canister especially authoritatively.
"What are you planning to do with that, pretty thing?" Eddie kept his hands up as he slid past Rebecca in the narrow hallway, but he let himself rub up against her in a less than innocent manner. Rebbeca didn't put up with that kind of behavior. She pressed the release tab on her pepper spray can...
...and thoroughly coated the opposite wall with the stinging substance.
Eddie chuckled. "You missed, baby."
"That was a warning!" Rebecca shouted, indignant.
"It's a single shot canister, chica." Eddy turned his back to them and advanced down the hall.
"I have more of them," Rebecca pouted.
“Quin, let’s escort them to their vehicle.”
“Yeah, I want to make sure they get home safely,” Quin agreed.
Devin and Quin followed the thugs out to the parking lot where they got into a vibrantly painted El Camino. “Subtle little gangsta, isn’t he?” Quin said.
“F***er is going to die if anything happens to my sister.”
“I’ll put a bullet in him too, brother.” Quin patted Devin's back.
They watched the El Camino vanish onto the street. A purple neon light illuminated the license plate left them with PMP RID embedded in their memories.
“Now let’s go search the apartment.” Quin and Devin returned to the apartment, where Rebecca and Meadow where only casually searching.
“Get to it,” Devin said. “If that damn bear might be here then we need to find it.” He was short of breath and some blood was seeping out from under his bandaged head.
“The bear isn’t here,” Rebecca said.
“It’s got to be SOMEWHERE!” Devin shouted. “My little sister is trapped by these …. These evil sons of bitches!!!” Devin slammed his fist into the wall. Again. Again. Again. His knuckles were bleeding and tears were streaming down his cheeks. “I need that godd**n bear!”
Meadow and Rebecca looked at each other. Then Rebecca walked up to Devin as he slumped against the wall. She put her hand on Devin’s shoulder. “We’ll get your sister back.”
“HOW!?!”
Rebecca looked back at Meadow. Meadow nodded. “We know where the bear is," she said.
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