SHOART STOARY!
I’m reminded that nature still controls the world when it rains like tonight. I walked into the bar dripping from head to toe and tapped my cuff on my jacket. The clothes dried out just like they always do. Something about absorbing moisture I don’t claim to understand it I just know it’s useful.
I absorbed the smoke filled atmosphere and observe the bartender helping the three heavily intoxicated drunks into more of a bar tab, I notice the three large fellas playing pool, and I noticed why I’m here. Johnny Smooth has a funny way of living out a name that he was actually given by his mother.
“If it isn’t former officer Judge,” Johnny loves to remind me of the past.
”Look I brought you here to talk to me because I’ve got a problem with these Nazis down the street.”
“Johnny, you know I don’t do Nazis they’re too…..simple minded for the likes of me.” He knows I hate Nazis.
“Yeah but Nicky, you’re the only one I can trust on this, they’re so far up my ass I can’t do much about it because I owe them money I’m trying to turn around with someone else.” Man he must be desperate because he’s annoying as hell right now.
“Look, first of all I’m never ‘Nicky’, second I hate Nazis and -“
“There’s fifty grand in it, all you have to do is take them this package and they’ll get the message.” He slid the data stick across to me and dragged on his cigarette.
“Only because I need the money and that smoking shit will kill you.” I pocketed the stick in my jacket and left the dive.
I wander my way down the street, until I run into the Nazi hideout. Not hard to find, giant neon swastika sign out front along with a bunch of skinheads with neon swastikas tattooed on their skulls, it’s funny how men and women look the same with no hair after a few years of heavy drug use. I walk inside without any trouble, that could be good.
“Mr. Judge,” Why does everyone have to remind me who I am? And why does he know who I am?
“You have the package?” Said a nazi with hair, he must be the leader. He was sitting in a large chrome plated chair with the 20th century Third Reich Emblem as the back of the chair with eagle talon armrests. Two bald leather bikini clad skin heads were chained to each armrest and flying on some amphetamine family drug. They we’re too into the floor to notice me.
“Here it is,” I threw the data stick at him and he fed it into his computer resting on an eagle talon. He started to read the stream of information and smirked.
“Well well, it appears you’re my payment Judge.” He smiled as he produced a shotgun with a rather angry looking barrel from behind his throne.
I keyed up my phone and called Johnny, no answer. I looked at the Nazi and wondered how many pieces he wanted his arm to be in.
“Okay, put that thing down or you and your women are gonna get hurt, and I will leave here alive. I can tell you there were three rooms full of your men on the way in, and they’ll all be dead if you don’t let me walk.” He chuckles to himself as two strongmen walk in behind me. They’re on combat amps, its like amphetamine without the hallucinations or delusions of surrealism.
I thumbed my knife inside my left sleeve, and thought about if I should use my gun tucked under my armpit.
“Last chance, otherwise you’ll just be a footnote in my version of mein kampf.” I egged him on. He whistled and the two big ones came at me from behind. I thumbed my knife out of my sleeve, it slid into my palm like it has a thousand times. I dig it into the first ones stomach as he lunges over me, I rip it down his stomach and stop when I hit pelvis I retract the blade and lunge onto the other one digging the knife into the base of his neck, not just cutting the carotid but tearing into it all the way into his chest. As I remove the blade from him I realize the leader has left and he executed his women. Now to figure out a way out of this dump.
Not done at all yet, but this is what I'm willing to write tonight. The sleep beckons but comments would be loved. Criticism you can blow out your ass because I know there's a lot missing and I'm not writing it in that whole, make it make sense stage yet.