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<blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1657884" data-attributes="member: 20284"><p><strong>“Tears in Hell” – Bearhunters</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Tears in Hell” – Bearhunters</strong></p><p></p><p><em>3:30 PM Friday, July 16th</em></p><p><em>William & Mary Campus, Williamsburg, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>Rebecca parked her car in the parking lot outside her dorm and said goodbye to Meadow. She walked up the three flights of stairs to her dorm room and stuck her key in the lock. It didn’t turn the right way… already unlocked. Rebecca’s heart rate ratcheted up to aerobic levels as she cracked the door open and peaked in. Her room was a MESS! Things were thrown all over the place. MK business cards littered every flat surface. Drawers were open, overturned on the floor, and… and… HER CLOTHES WERE ALL MESSED UP AND WRINKLY ON THE FLOOR! Rebecca plopped down on the floor and cried.</p><p></p><p>She landed on a piece of paper on the floor, directly in front of the door, as though it had been slid under. She picked it up.</p><p> </p><p><em>You have something we need. You know to </em></p><p><em>what lengths we will go to recover it. If you </em></p><p><em>are interested in making a deal, send your </em></p><p><em>intentions to the following address:</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><a href="mailto:Bearhunter443@hotmail.com">Bearhunter443@hotmail.com</a></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We WILL get it, one way or the other. It </em></p><p><em>would behoove you to hand it over before </em></p><p><em>you get hurt.</em></p><p></p><p>Rebecca jumped when her cell phone rang.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>"I like it when you do that right therrrr..."</p><p></p><p>The bass bumped. Quinton Stark III read a back page of the days old newspaper as he sat in his Beemer and moved to the music. </p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><strong>Shootout at Yorktown McDonalds</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Yorktown, VA - Shots were fired at the Yorktown </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">McDonalds located at 17th and Victory Blvd Monday </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">night. Minor property damage occurred. One male </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">was killed and several restaurant patrons were </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">hospitalized. One is reported in critical condition. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">The identification of the slain man has not been </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">released. Police reports speculate that the violence </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">was gang related. A police investigation is ongoing.</span></p><p></p><p>“Guess that’s us.” He hopped out of the car and tossed the newspaper in the trash as he headed into campus housing. His room was as he’d left it, with the exception of a handwritten note that had been slipped under the door.</p><p></p><p><em>You have something we need. You know….</em></p><p></p><p>When Quin finished reading the note he flipped open his cell phone, quick-dialed a number. A teary voice answered.</p><p></p><p>“Hello? This is…” Some sniffling. “…Rebecca.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>“Meadow, is that you?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow closed her dorm room door behind her. “Yes. What are you doing here, Alli?” Meadow's voice was sharper than she intended.</p><p></p><p>Allison walked out of the bathroom. “I was worried about you. I haven’t seen you for a week. And… um… are you ok, Meadow?”</p><p></p><p>“It’s been a rough week, Alli.” Meadow sat down at the foot of her bed and started taking off her shoes. She needed a shower and some alone time to meditate.</p><p></p><p>“You were studying at that McDonalds that got shot up? Were you there when it happened?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow nodded. She hiked up her skirt enough to show the bandages wrapped around her wounded leg.</p><p></p><p>“Oh Meadow!” Allison hugged her. After they embraced, Alli pulled away. “You are in trouble, aren’t you?”</p><p></p><p>“Why do you say that?”</p><p></p><p>“Other than the gunshot wound?” Alli smiled. Meadow smiled back and looked down. “There was this note under your door when I came in.” Alli handed Meadow a small handwritten note.</p><p></p><p><em>You have something we need. You know…</em></p><p></p><p>Meadow read the note. “I’ll be fine, Alli. Some kind of practical joke.”</p><p></p><p>Allison stood up. “If you think it’s ok then I believe you. I have to go to study group. Call me?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow nodded. “We’ll do something this weekend. Maybe tomorrow night?” Allison smiled and nodded. They hugged and Allison left.</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later Quin and Rebecca knocked on the door. Meadow let them in. </p><p></p><p>“Note?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. Both of you as well?” Rebecca and Quin nodded.</p><p></p><p>“And someone tore my room apart!” Rebecca cried.</p><p></p><p>Quin and Meadow both looked confused. “Mine was fine,” said Quin.</p><p></p><p>“Mine too,” said Meadow.</p><p></p><p>“Well what are we going to do?”</p><p></p><p>“Cops,” said Meadow.</p><p></p><p>Rebecca nodded. “We need to talk to the police.”</p><p></p><p>“You two go to the cops,” Quin agreed. “I’m going to see what I can find out about Bearhunter.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>4:00 PM Friday, July 16th</em></p><p><em>Williamsburg, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>Devin pulled the ’69 Chevy pickup into the parking lot. The engine sputtered a few times, groaned in agony, then fell asleep. Devin sputtered and groaned just as much as he lowered himself out of the cab. Good lord his head hurt!</p><p></p><p>The lights were out in his house. No sound coming from inside. He unlocked the door and entered. Empty. He checked every room just in case. Nothing. Lisa was gone. Devin could feel the bottom drop out of his stomach. It hadn’t hit him before. His little sister was in danger because of him. His answering machine flashed 3 at him. He hit the PLAY button.</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Cole. This is Don from Dominion Power. We have not received your payment for this billing cycle…”</p><p></p><p>DELETE</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Cole. This is Retta from Verizon Telephone Services. We have still not received your payment….”</p><p></p><p>DELETE</p><p></p><p>“Mr. Cole. Lisa is with us and she is being taken care of. We will make sure she’s safe while you recover Sammy’s lost merchandise.”</p><p></p><p>Somehow, the bottom of Devin’s stomach dropped even farther. He grabbed his baseball bat. Sammy was going to get some Louisville Lovin’.</p><p></p><p>Almost to the truck, he put the bat away. Calmer heads prevail. Devin climbed in the truck and turned the key. The old piece of crap took its time, but it started. Time to go see Sammy.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>4:30 PM Friday, July 16th</em></p><p><em>Yorktown, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>Armani finished his double-quarter-pounder and Coke. Several of the windows were boarded over, but other than that the McDonalds was fully functional only four days after the shootout. He contemplated calling a cab, but decided he’d rather walk back to his hotel room.</p><p></p><p>An hour later, and covered in sweat, Armani reached the top of the stairway leading to the second floor of the Motel 6.</p><p></p><p>“Armani Determan?” Three cops were there, waiting at his hotel room door.</p><p></p><p>Armani looked around. All three had pistols drawn. But he’d done nothing wrong, had he? “Yeah, that’s me.” He put his hands up.</p><p></p><p>“Armani Determan, you are under arrest for the murder of Miguel Cervantes. You have the right to remain silent. If you…” Armani did not struggle as he was read his rights, led to the waiting cruiser, and brought downtown.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Puppy Kicker, post: 1657884, member: 20284"] [b]“Tears in Hell” – Bearhunters[/b] [B]“Tears in Hell” – Bearhunters[/B] [I]3:30 PM Friday, July 16th William & Mary Campus, Williamsburg, Virginia[/I] Rebecca parked her car in the parking lot outside her dorm and said goodbye to Meadow. She walked up the three flights of stairs to her dorm room and stuck her key in the lock. It didn’t turn the right way… already unlocked. Rebecca’s heart rate ratcheted up to aerobic levels as she cracked the door open and peaked in. Her room was a MESS! Things were thrown all over the place. MK business cards littered every flat surface. Drawers were open, overturned on the floor, and… and… HER CLOTHES WERE ALL MESSED UP AND WRINKLY ON THE FLOOR! Rebecca plopped down on the floor and cried. She landed on a piece of paper on the floor, directly in front of the door, as though it had been slid under. She picked it up. [I]You have something we need. You know to what lengths we will go to recover it. If you are interested in making a deal, send your intentions to the following address: [email]Bearhunter443@hotmail.com[/email] We WILL get it, one way or the other. It would behoove you to hand it over before you get hurt.[/I] Rebecca jumped when her cell phone rang. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] "I like it when you do that right therrrr..." The bass bumped. Quinton Stark III read a back page of the days old newspaper as he sat in his Beemer and moved to the music. [FONT=Courier New][B]Shootout at Yorktown McDonalds[/B] Yorktown, VA - Shots were fired at the Yorktown McDonalds located at 17th and Victory Blvd Monday night. Minor property damage occurred. One male was killed and several restaurant patrons were hospitalized. One is reported in critical condition. The identification of the slain man has not been released. Police reports speculate that the violence was gang related. A police investigation is ongoing.[/FONT] “Guess that’s us.” He hopped out of the car and tossed the newspaper in the trash as he headed into campus housing. His room was as he’d left it, with the exception of a handwritten note that had been slipped under the door. [I]You have something we need. You know….[/I] When Quin finished reading the note he flipped open his cell phone, quick-dialed a number. A teary voice answered. “Hello? This is…” Some sniffling. “…Rebecca.” [CENTER]---[/CENTER] “Meadow, is that you?” Meadow closed her dorm room door behind her. “Yes. What are you doing here, Alli?” Meadow's voice was sharper than she intended. Allison walked out of the bathroom. “I was worried about you. I haven’t seen you for a week. And… um… are you ok, Meadow?” “It’s been a rough week, Alli.” Meadow sat down at the foot of her bed and started taking off her shoes. She needed a shower and some alone time to meditate. “You were studying at that McDonalds that got shot up? Were you there when it happened?” Meadow nodded. She hiked up her skirt enough to show the bandages wrapped around her wounded leg. “Oh Meadow!” Allison hugged her. After they embraced, Alli pulled away. “You are in trouble, aren’t you?” “Why do you say that?” “Other than the gunshot wound?” Alli smiled. Meadow smiled back and looked down. “There was this note under your door when I came in.” Alli handed Meadow a small handwritten note. [I]You have something we need. You know…[/I] Meadow read the note. “I’ll be fine, Alli. Some kind of practical joke.” Allison stood up. “If you think it’s ok then I believe you. I have to go to study group. Call me?” Meadow nodded. “We’ll do something this weekend. Maybe tomorrow night?” Allison smiled and nodded. They hugged and Allison left. A few minutes later Quin and Rebecca knocked on the door. Meadow let them in. “Note?” “Yes. Both of you as well?” Rebecca and Quin nodded. “And someone tore my room apart!” Rebecca cried. Quin and Meadow both looked confused. “Mine was fine,” said Quin. “Mine too,” said Meadow. “Well what are we going to do?” “Cops,” said Meadow. Rebecca nodded. “We need to talk to the police.” “You two go to the cops,” Quin agreed. “I’m going to see what I can find out about Bearhunter.” [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]4:00 PM Friday, July 16th Williamsburg, Virginia[/I] Devin pulled the ’69 Chevy pickup into the parking lot. The engine sputtered a few times, groaned in agony, then fell asleep. Devin sputtered and groaned just as much as he lowered himself out of the cab. Good lord his head hurt! The lights were out in his house. No sound coming from inside. He unlocked the door and entered. Empty. He checked every room just in case. Nothing. Lisa was gone. Devin could feel the bottom drop out of his stomach. It hadn’t hit him before. His little sister was in danger because of him. His answering machine flashed 3 at him. He hit the PLAY button. “Mr. Cole. This is Don from Dominion Power. We have not received your payment for this billing cycle…” DELETE “Mr. Cole. This is Retta from Verizon Telephone Services. We have still not received your payment….” DELETE “Mr. Cole. Lisa is with us and she is being taken care of. We will make sure she’s safe while you recover Sammy’s lost merchandise.” Somehow, the bottom of Devin’s stomach dropped even farther. He grabbed his baseball bat. Sammy was going to get some Louisville Lovin’. Almost to the truck, he put the bat away. Calmer heads prevail. Devin climbed in the truck and turned the key. The old piece of crap took its time, but it started. Time to go see Sammy. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]4:30 PM Friday, July 16th Yorktown, Virginia[/I] Armani finished his double-quarter-pounder and Coke. Several of the windows were boarded over, but other than that the McDonalds was fully functional only four days after the shootout. He contemplated calling a cab, but decided he’d rather walk back to his hotel room. An hour later, and covered in sweat, Armani reached the top of the stairway leading to the second floor of the Motel 6. “Armani Determan?” Three cops were there, waiting at his hotel room door. Armani looked around. All three had pistols drawn. But he’d done nothing wrong, had he? “Yeah, that’s me.” He put his hands up. “Armani Determan, you are under arrest for the murder of Miguel Cervantes. You have the right to remain silent. If you…” Armani did not struggle as he was read his rights, led to the waiting cruiser, and brought downtown. [/QUOTE]
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