CCC #45 - Crime Time! (Time Crime?)

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Sorry for this being late, got sucked into Fallout 4 and then my computer wouldn't work, so I gotta do this on mobile. Whatever, it's my first time so k can get away with it.

Anyway, uh, this CCC is a crime story! But not just any crime story, a period crime story! One of the periods availiable being present day, I guess. Just a crime story whenever/wherever you please. I dunno, maybe it's al alternate dimension where Hitler made a ray gun that turns people into rabbits. I don't care, just CRIME STORY

So yeah, someone did something bad, broke some laws, hurt some feelings, pissed some people off, whatever. You can write the crime in progress, that led to it, what happens afterwards, all three, I dunno what kind of restrictions to put on this. Be free! Crime story!

So yeah. Don't care how long it is, unless I have to have a word limit, in which case the max acceptable? Just write what you want. As long as it's a crime story.

Yeah, so two weeks for writing, one for voting. That's February 7th Central Standard time. Yeah. Crime Story.

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#2  Edited By Geth

Period Crime Story!

CRIIIIIIIMEEE

Hope the OP didn't suck too much :P

@wildvine: Pin plz gr8 thx luv u bye *hides under rock* >.>

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@geth: We usually give two weeks for writing and two weeks for voting.

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@cbishop said:

We usually give two weeks for writing and two weeks for voting.

I feel we need to vote on a finalized time rather then winging it. I think two weeks to vote is absurd. To write, sure. Writing is tough. Reading it not.

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@wildvine: It has worked out well for many contests now. Especially when there's as many entries as last contest. Besides, not everyone is on the same schedule. Personally, I like it because it means one contest a month, and that's about my limit. I don't know how some post not just stories but great stories every other day, but that's (apparently) just not me. I need time lol.

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This sounds interesting.

Looks like I am convinced to join in. Also, no word limit? My chapters are long and huge usually so I guess I better control myself otherwise I will scare my votes away.

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@kcsshd: It has been my experience that my longer entries do better in the voting, but I am always surprised by that.

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Oh cool, this is right in my wheel house

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@geth: There are no bad topics

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@cbishop:

Especially when there's as many entries as last contest.

Last time though was the exception. We don't normally get a turn out that big.

Besides, not everyone is on the same schedule.

Yes, and not everyone can write a good story with two weeks either. Its supposed to be a challenge.

because it means one contest a month

What if its a contest that doesn't interest most of the writers. Are we trying to placate everyone or not?

To wit, my comment was about making a standard timetable for the writing portion of the contest, something I still believe we should do. I also stand by my comment that two weeks to vote is silly. If you don't have time to read the contest entries in a week, then you probably don't have time to dink around in the forum anyway. You have time or you don't.

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Time and crime....cool! See what I can do

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Oh cool, this is right in my wheel house

Oh you are gonna slam dunk this one. I'll just stay on the sidelines and cheer for you.

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@cbishop Oh ok so make it as long as I want. Perfect.

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So are we going to start talking smack now?

@geth Also, saw you won the last one. Congrats

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@kcsshd: Yup, that's why I got to host this one. Winner hosts, so I guess if you're planning on participating, shoot for the stars and whatnot.

As in have a topic ready for if you do win. Because I forgot, and then I kinda had to scramble. Didn't expect to win either, but hey, steamer things have happened.

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@wildvine: We have a standard- 2 weeks to write, 2 weeks to vote. Or a lot of times, it's 8-10 days to vote, allowing the remaining days to get the new contest up and running. We went long on the last one because of the number of entries, but also because of the holidays. We've tried going less time before, and all it did was burn people out. As much as I love it, the CCC is not the only iron on the fic-fire for folks. Not to mention real life. Challenge is one thing- wearing folks out is another. We want 'em t play, but we also want 'em to stay. And let's face it, every time a new group pops up, that's basically a themed challenge where you have to keep up with everyone else's "entries." There's plenty to do. :)

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@cbishop: I'm sorry, but "we" don't have a standard. I don't remember "we" having any kind of vote, which is all I called for. Democracy over tradition. If people want to go two weeks, fine. I am still calling for a vote on standardizing a time limit instead of winging it off a vague "tradition." I don't see why voting is such an issue here.

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@wildvine: It's not an issue, but why is tradition a problem? Two weeks to write, 7-10 days to vote, the remainder to get a new contest up. I'm not saying it has to be that way, but that it works- evidenced by it having become the traditional way we do it for many contests now. And yes, "we" have a standard. No, we didn't vote on it, but it's standard by virtue of being the way we've done it for so many contests now. That's how something becomes standard. "Democracy over tradition?" Is tradition equivalent to socialism now? It's really not that serious. Make a poll- have a vote- moderate! Democracize! Start a bold. new. era! ...I really love you- just so you know. :)

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@cbishop said:

"Democracy over tradition?" Is tradition equivalent to socialism now?

Well, I am a fascist after all, so I guess it is? Nein mein Führer, you will hear nothing else from me on the subject. I have been reminded of my place in the machine.

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@wildvine: Okay, you're bringing up old stuff- I didn't say that. And "mein Fuhrer?" You're calling me Hitler now? That means the "fascist" thing is now officially off the table for you. :P

Perhaps you missed the part just after that where I said, "Not a big deal... have vote... love you?" I think you're taking this way more seriously than I am. Relax. Have a vote. If there's a faster schedule from it, and I can't participate, I won't. That's how these things work. It's okay.

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@cbishop:

Aye sir. Too serious. Duly noted. Consider me relaxed. I await further instructions.

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#23  Edited By cbishop

@wildvine: Sweetie, I'm too tired for this. Do your thing, whatever that is. We'll roll along with you. I'm just glad you're here. :^*

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I wish there were more rules with this one.

Because right now I have like 20 possibilities and I can't narrow them down

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Wait. Can I tie this murder story to a current universe or story I have?

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@kcsshd: lol sorry I'm not good with guidelines

And I didn't specify that it had to be an OC so I guess feel free then.

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@gethIt will be original content, I just want to tie it to my story universe somehow since I have a perfect story that could tie in. (American Horror Story Jungle)

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@kcsshd: Oooh

Don't forget who made dat banner now :P

Just me, some GIS, and some super basic color/tone changes.

Which you actually had to do because my laptop didn't want to work.

So yeah. Don't dorget that you actually made that one I guess lol.

Involvement!

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@geth Ah you forget one important detail.

I managed to duck up the color/tone changes and I just was like "whatever its good enough"

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#30  Edited By Geth

@kcsshd: Autocorrect or clever profanity avoidance?

<_<•>_>

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@geth Has autocorrect ever defeat me? (Yes it has many times but seriously you think that I would write duck on purpose)

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So wheres the smack talk?

I wanna see some brawling

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@geth said:

@kcsshd: lol sorry I'm not good with guidelines

And I didn't specify that it had to be an OC so I guess feel free then.

This is the Character Creation Contest. You can tie it to whatever you want, but there always has to be an original character. Otherwise, there's no character creation. I will note that I've messed that up myself before- CCC 9, I wrote DC characters, and forgot to add a single OC. :}

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@cbishop: That... Makes sense.

I guess I just got the wrong idea from seeing OC on some of the CCCs in the past XD

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@geth: We're so busy coming up with a cool theme, that sometimes we forget to specify OC. It should be a given, but in our excitement, stuff happens. :)

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@cbishop: Ah, well, point taken.

Shouldn't happen again.

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@geth: No worries. ...I'm trying to figure out my story for this one. I know the character I want to write, but...meh, I'll figure it out. :)

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I narrowed it down to three possible plot lines and characters.

Which sound better in a huge jumbled up story than apart as different ideas.

Ugh. Planning is hard

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I have a plan! However because it's detective this may take a while to get done.

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Yay planning is done.

Now time to play Fallout 4 and procrastinate for inspiration

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@geth: Hey, just realized you never set an official deadline. Edit your OP for it. ;)

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@cbishop That means the contest never started. SInce there was no due date set.

Extra 2 weeks confirmed.

(Just trolling)

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#44  Edited By johnjo719

Hey, this is my submission. Takes place in the current time period:

Big Rich and Youngin'

The block was doing well today. That is, there was an exceedingly good amount of customers coming to purchase illicit substances today. Rich "Youngin" Stiles was having a good day in particular. He was only selling trees but, he had the best product on the block that day and the streets were loving it.

"Yo, what it do Youngin?" Big Rich greeted his friend. As you might be able to guess, Big Rich was a pretty sizable guy. Weighing in at 6'7 and 250 pounds, he was bigger than your average guy.

Big Rich was one of Youngin's bosses on the block, but he always treated those under him as if they were friends. That's not to say he wouldn't murder them or have them murdered if they crossed him. Just that he'd do it with a friendly seeming smile as he slid the knife into your back. Anyway, Big Rich and Youngin were actually friends as it were. Had been for as long as the other could remember.

"Ain't nun. Just out here trying to get a couple dollars." Youngin replied. He wasn't as far up in the food chain as Big Rich, but that was by choice. He'd never wanted to be involved in the street life. It had just sort of snuck up on him.

"That's what's up." Big Rich nodded. "Listen, bro, I'm going to need a favor from you."

"What's up?" Youngin asked. He was wary of such statements coming from the higher ups. It usually meant they were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't want to do.

"I'm going to need you to take ride with us." Big Rich said as he gestured to two men standing a distance away, clearly waiting for Rich. "And don't worry about your spot. One of the lil homies can take care of that for you."

"I don't know bro." Youngin said. He knew exactly what it would mean to take that ride. There could really be only one thing they were getting ready to do. "You know I've never done anything like that."

"Anything like what? We're just going for a ride. I have some things I'd like to discuss with you." Rich explained. "Let's go."

Youngin sighed. He recognized that tone in his friend's voice and he knew what it meant. He motioned to one of the younger guys hanging around and the kid came running. Youngin took the remaining trees he had on him and handed it over to the young man.

"Make sure you take care of this, lil homie. I'll be right back." Youngin demanded.

"Say no more! I got you." The kid responded confidently. Youngin simply turned and walked with Rich to the black four door sedan that was waiting for them. The four men, Big Rich, Youngin, and now that Youngin was closer he could see the other two men were neighborhood heavies called Mikey O and Boomer, all piled into the mid sized vehicle and pulled off.

"So me and the guys have been talking." Big Rich started. The guys being the men who ran the neighborhood. "And we've all noticed how well you've been doing. You're one of our top earners. And the way you handled that situation with the cop and his sister....."

"Well that was just a case of money talking louder than bullets." Youngin interjected. "Nothing special."

"Nothing special, but it saved us a whole lot of unnecessary trouble. And things like that are noticed." Big Rich said as he drove. "We want you to move up in the organization Youngin, but there's one small problem."

"What problem is that?" Youngin asked, dreading the answer.

"You've made us a whole lot of money, and done a whole lot of other things for us. But there's nothing yet to fully prove your undying loyalty to us." Big Rich said. "That, and there are only limited spots right now in upper management. In order to promote you, someone has to be fired. You get me?"

Youngin nodded his head. He didn't reply, instead he turned to look at his city as he drove through it. Then the gravity of the situation he was in hit him. "You want me to prove my loyalty to you guys by taking someone out? One of the big homies." Youngin stated simply. Big Rich nodded.

"So, what does that say about you guys? How can I be loyal to an organization that may one day have me killed to make room for some young upstart?" Youngin asked.

Big Rich burst out laughing. "See? This is why we need you. You're smart. This guy...he's a rat. An informer. A snitch. A couple weeks ago he got arrested with a life sentence's worth of bobaine on him, and yet he's here. As if nothing happened." Rich Explained.

"And that alone is enough to seal his fate?" Youngin asked.

"Nah. The fact that Pretty Boy got arrested right after a drop this rat had set up is enough to seal his fate." Rich revealed. This news shocked Youngin. Pretty Boy was their mentor. The guy who'd introduced them to the life basically.

"Damn. Pretty Boy is locked up? What are they saying?" Asked Youngin.

"Not a damn thing. But I doubt we'll be seeing him anytime soon. This is why we need to do what we came here to do." Rich said firmly. Youngin checked his surroundings and realized he was in a different housing project than he he grew up in. This one looked even worse.

"Wait. This is Ricky's hood!" Youngin exclaimed.

"Yea. It is." Rich said through clenched teeth.

"Holy.....no....are you saying....are you saying that Pretty Boy's own brother snitched on him?" Youngin asked.

"That's exactly what we're saying. And don't worry about Pretty Boy. He's the one that asked for the removal." Rich said in a reassuring tone.

Youngin was floored. Big Rich turned around to face the two men in the back and they handed him a bag. In it were two silenced pistols, some gloves, and extra ammo.

"These two gentlemen here will handle the cleanup. You and I are going up there" Big Rich pointed to the top floor of the apartment building. "And we will take him out. I'm only here to supervise though, however. You're the one who's been tapped to finish him." Big Rich revealed.

Youngin swallowed and nodded his head numbly. The duo put their guns on, check the safety, and the put the gloves on. When they were ready, the two men exited the vehicle and head towards the apartment complex. Fortunately the building has an elevator, so the two men get on and ride into the top. The ride was silent the whole way. Killing Ricky was going to be like shooting your favorite uncle, and Youngin already had a funeral in progress.

The two men step off the elevator and head towards the room they want, lead by Big Rich. Rich knocks on the door, and almost immediately a voice On the other side of the door asked for a second.

When the door opened, it was all smiles. Ricky let them in. He was wearing a purple robe and it was evident that he was naked underneath it. Youngin couldn't help but wonder if it would make the cleanup easier or harder. Youngin looked away from Ricky and his incessant cheerfulness.

"Hey, so to what do I owe the pleasure?" Ricky asked finally. After talking about nothing for about five minutes. That's when Rich took action. He leapt forward and clocked Ricky in the face. Ricky hit the floor like a bag of bricks.

"What the friggity frak?! What the hell do you think you guys are doing?" Ricky screamed.

"Your brother sends his regards from prison, rat." Rich said coldly. The blood drained from Ricky's face.

"What...what are you talking about?" Ricky stammered. "I'm no rat!"

"You're a liar." Rich said calmly. "But the judgement has already been made. We are just here to make sure it's enforced."

Rich turned to face Youngin. "Take out your gun." Youngin hesitated, but he did as he was instructed.

"Now. Aim at his head. That gun is loaded with hollow point bullets. A couple shots to the head should more than do the trick." Rich said, speaking from experience. Slowly, Youngin pointed his weapon at Ricky, who was still on the floor, looking up at his two assailants.

"Now do it." Rich ordered. Youngin only stood there. He thought about the night he met Ricky. He'd literally saved his night that night. If it wasn't for Ricky, That night would have been Youngin's last.

Seeing that Youngin was hesitating, Rich decided to give him some motivation. He removed his own weapon and then pointed it at Youngin. "It's him or you bro. You gotta decide."

Youngin could feel a single tear sliding down his face. He took a deep breathe and then he pulled the trigger.

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A Ukrainian in Mexico

Safehouse, Villa Ahumunda, Mexico

A shot sounded as the gang of men stormed the building on the other side of the plaza, before emerging a few minutes later dragging a young couple onto the street. The man was slung into the bed of a pick-up truck, the majority of the invaders jumping on as it pulled away leaving two men alone with the young woman. The first beat her with the pistol he was holding, as his comrade pulled down his pants, before falling forward, a ragged hole drilled through his chest. Spinning round the remaining gunman spent a few long seconds looking for the shooter before being felled by a bullet himself.

“That was stupid Senora Sedova.” The Hispanic man sitting on the bed, dressed in a T-Shirt and jeans snorted as the blonde haired woman dressed in urban camo trousers and ballistic vest closed the window and stood the FN FAL against the wall. “She is El Aquila just like I was, she will send her hermanos to investigate.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to ask for amnesty from the US Government Jose. And maybe you should have asked last time you were in the States.” Sedova announced, her accent tinged with a Ukrainian accent, as she checked the clock on the table. “The Federal Police escort the ambassador negotiated is late.” She mused, as she removed a pair of handguns from her holsters and checked the ammunition levels. “We may have to move to the secondary extraction plan if they don’t show.”

“It is amusing how you gringos rely on the police for your safety.” Jose sneered as he shot a look at the FAL in the next room. “They can be bought just like anyone else.” He added, as Sedova removed a pair of water bottles from the small fridge and placed them in a rucksack. Packing more supplies the sound of sirens began to grow louder until a pair of police cars tore into the square followed by a pick-up truck full of armed men dressed in street clothes, an eagle painted on the flanks of the vehicle.

“These aren’t federal units.” Sedova sighed, as four officers got out of the car, their handguns drawn and at the ready whilst the men from the truck headed round the back of the building. “They are municipal police.” She added, as she threw a towel over the FAL and walked to the door, just as heavy fists pounded on the door. Opening it, Sedova shot the officers a smile. “Can I help you officers?” She asked in Spanish.

“You are under arrest on suspicion of murder Senora.” The lead officer stated, as he pushed Sedova back to allow his men into the room. “Place your hands on the wall.” He ordered, as two officers dragged Jose out of the bedroom and pushed him to the floor. “You Senor are a very popular man with El Aquila, he requests that you speak to him about the theft of some data about his operations.” He added, as Sedova tapped her foot on the floor, an explosion of light and sound erupted from the tiles. Whirling around Sedova slammed the Captain in the gut, before tackling the officer in the door way and wrenching his pistol away. As the light faded the two officers guarding Jose opened fire although the flashbang grenades detonation had thrown off their arm. Retuning fire Sedova shot both officers in the arm, the pain shooting through them causing them to drop their guns.

“I told you.” Jose hissed, as Sedova holstered her pistol and picked up the FAL before shouldering the rucksack.

“Just get ready to move.” Sedova ordered, as she headed down the steps into the building’s basement, Jose hot on her heels as the pair of them arrived in the garage. Moving to open the door Sedova stopped as she heard banging on the garage door. “Your hermanos?” She asked Jose, as he crouched behind some boxes. Not waiting for an answer she flipped an IR sensor connected to the FAL open, the pad showing six men standing on the other side of the door. Rolling her eyes Sedova opened fire, the bullets chewing through the flimsy wooden garage door into the men outside. Pushing the door open Sedova scanned the area before removing the ammunition from her FAL and tossed the gun away.

“What are you doing?” Jose asked, as Sedova pulled an MP7 Machine Pistol from her bag and headed out into the side street. “Why did you throw it away?”

“It’s a little obvious even for this lawless town.” Sedova answered, as Jose chased after her, the pair of them arriving in a street lined with shops, restaurants and garages. “I have a vehicle rented from El Paso stored in a local garage.” She added, as the pair of them mingled with the crowd of shoppers going about their business in the late afternoon. Crossing the street, the pair of them entered one of the roadside garages filled with vehicles, mechanics working on them. “Senor where is the car I left here?” She asked the nearest worker.

“I will get the keys and bring it round front Senorita.” The mechanic stated, as he put down the welding torch he was using, and headed into the office.

“You are a fool gringo, this isn’t a garage it’s a chop-shop.” Jose whispered as he made sure his arms were covered. “Do you not see the tattoos on these men, they are part of El Tarantula, the enemies to El Aquilla.”

“El Tarantula, you mean they work for Boccanegra?” Sedova asked as a pair of blacked-out Cadillacs pulled up on the other side of the street. Looking up at the office, she saw the mechanic talking to a man dressed in a suit, the second man handing him an old fashioned bolt-action rifle. “Head through the shop, stay low and keep your head down.” She ordered, as she pulled the MP7 out of her holster and opened fire up at the office, buying time for Jose to dash towards the back of the garage. Heading for the back of the garage herself, Sedova fired one last burst as a few of the mechanics drew their pistols and returned fire just as the men from over the road got out of their cars and came running.

Emerging from the chop-shop, Sedova and Jose emerged in a junkyard pull of car-parts waiting to be sold or scrapped. “What made you think you could trust those men?” Jose snapped, as the pair of them weaved through the piles of junk and rusting sheet metal towards the chain-link fence on the far side of the compound.

“Gutierrez my contact in the Federal Police recommended them. Between that and their website I felt almost secure leaving the car there, almost.” She added, as they reached the fence and the locked gate. “There are wire cutters in the pack, make a hole while I buy us some time.” She ordered, as she replaced the ammo clip in her MP7 and pulled a grenade launcher and case from the bag before handing it to Jose. Turning to cut the wire Jose heard an explosion and turned to see an avalanche of car parts fall across the path and Sedova packing the grenade launcher back into the bag. Shaking his head he tore the wire away, before ducking through to the other side of the fence, his protector following him dragging her bag through.

“So what now? We have no federal escort, no car and we’re in the middle of a war-zone. I knew the US Marshall’s office shouldn’t have sent some bimbo actress to pick me…” He stopped as Sedova shot him an angry look before walking down the street towards the road intersection, her hands unbuttoning her jacket. Striking a pose it became evident what she was doing when a car came to a stop. Rolling his eyes Jose watched as his escort got into the car, before the horn sounded and the body of the driver slumped onto the pavement unconscious.

“Get my jacket and get in!” Sedova ordered, as she shifted into the driver’s seat. Nodding his head, Jose grabbed the jacket and rucksack before climbing into the back of the car. Gunning the engine Sedova headed north along the backstreets towards the main highway that lead up to the border. “For your information I was trained in Special Operations Sevastopol during my National Service back home, after that I worked for Interpol for a period, then I did that TV show before going back to my mercenary roots so I am not a bimbo actress.”

“You left our escape vehicle with a cartel chop-shop!” Jose snapped as a police car sped past the other way.

“I left it there because that was the plan, why would anyone bring a high end Mercades into Mexico. The answer, because I wanted it to end up in Cartel hands, a car like that will go to some high ranking enforcer in the United States.” Sedova explained.

“Ci, as a former driver for one of El Aquila’s lieutenants I know this.” Jose answered, as the car pulled onto the main highway behind a Ford Taurus with an eagle painted in white on the rear of the car.

“I had the car modified, there’s a tracker in one of the seats and a remote immobilizer in the engine.” Sedova answered, as they headed out Villa Ahumunda. “No lengthy police chase, no easy escape for the cartel boss inside.” She added, as the Taurus slowed down to join the queue of traffic leaving town. “Hand me my jacket and the thing that looks like a laptop from my bag, I have a feeling we have a roadblock up ahead.” She added, as the traffic crawled slowly forward. Her suspicions were confirmed by the pair of State Police Cars parked up-ahead as well as a pick-up truck, its flanks emblazoned with the mark of El Aquila.

Slowing down Sedova wound down the window and smiled at the police officer, before flicking the switch on the side of the laptop and throwing it out of the window and slamming her foot down on the accelerator and pulling away. Peering out the back window Jose watched as the State Police Cars pulled away before slowing down and crashed into each other while the men on the ground hunched over and started vomiting or even just falling to their knees holding their heads. “What was that?” He asked, as a few of the officers pulled their weapons from their holsters and fired a few shots, their bullets going wide.

“Non-Lethal Disorientation Device, it’s a little thing I picked up last time I was in Europe. The flashing lights cause headaches, vomiting and imbalance in anyone in the radius of effect. They will be in no state to continue pursuit for at least half an hour.” Sedova stated, as she accelerated, the Ford Taurus matching pace and keeping just ahead of the stolen car. “The problem isn’t behind us, it’s ahead of us, that Taurus is a pace car phoning in our position to the rest of their gang.”

“Ci I have done this before, there is a bridge up ahead where we would heard El Tarantula vehicles towards. When they passed the hermanos with rocket launchers would take them out.” Jose sighed, as he looked in the rucksack. “I don’t suppose you have anything for that?”

“Not on me. Tell me if we pull over will the pace car stop?” Sedova asked, as she rested a hand on the pistol holstered on her belt.

“Not usually but they may to make sure we don’t double back.” Jose told her. “Why do you ask?”

“I need to send a text to Gutierrez. It’s clear he’s taking handouts from the El Tarantula Cartel, and that he sent them to grab you. And while the enemy of my enemy isn’t always my friend, it’s always the enemy to my enemy.” She stated, as she flicked the hazard warning lights on and pulled into a lay-by on the side of the road, the pace car pulling onto the side of the highway seconds later. Removing her phone, Sedova slipped out of the car and typed in a number before placing the phone to her ear, her free hand resting on the sidearm. Mumbling to herself she paced up and down, before walking towards the pace car and knocking on the driver-side window, the man inside winding it down to look at her. “Howdy,” Sedova said in a mock Texan accent, “My car is broken down, I don’t suppose you boys could drive me to a garage?” She asked sweetly, the four men inside looking at one another.

“Get in.” The driver ordered, as the passenger whispered something into the phone before switching it off. Smiling Sedova squeezed onto the back seat before resting her hand on his holster, before elbowing the man to the right and drew her pistol and fired three shots into the men around her. The man in the seat to her right shook himself and reached for her throat only for his ‘victim’ to elbow him again and draw a knife, the blade cutting through his throat. Kicking the bodies out of the car Sedova gestured for Jose to come running over.

“I’ll drive, you yell down at the phone at you ‘hermanos’.” Sedova stated as she sent two texts on her phone before climbing into the front seat and putting her foot down, the Ford Taurus idling down the highway.

“Senora there is a lot of product back here.” Jose stated as he looked in the back of the car. “There is also a box of gunsights marked ‘CS’ as well.” He added as an old Cadillac and an equally rundown pick-up truck came thundering towards them, their sides emblazoned with spiders. A few minutes later the three vehicles reached a bridge, a few gang members armed with RPG Launchers already waiting for them. Dashing through Sedova watched in the rear-screen mirror as the pursuit vehicles were bombarded with rockets. As the smoke cleared from the wreckage several of the bridge-top ambush team raced to a pair of pick-ups parked just off the road and started driving after the fleeing Ford Taurus. “We still have a problem on our tail, and it just got larger!!”

“Huh?” Sedova stated as she checked the rear view mirror to see a heavily armoured truck come thundering down the road, the top mounted machinegun opening fire indiscriminately on all three vehicles. “Great Narco-Tank!” She hissed, as one of the pursuit vehicles spun off the road, as the Narco-Tank gained ground on the Ford Taurus, as the men in the second pick-up truck opened fire only for the rounds to bounce off the armoured flanks of the vehicle. “Change of plan, you drive and I’ll shoot.” She ordered, as she switched on the cruise control and slipped into the back of the car, as seconds later Jose took his place. Pulling the grenade launcher from her rucksack and one of the gunsights and slotted the former into the later and aimed the weapon out the window and fired, the grenade slamming into the remaining pick-up truck and exploding in a burning fireball.

“Senora you need to hurry!” Jose called as the Narco-Tank slammed into the rear of the Taurus, the force of the impact causing her to drop the launcher out the window.

“Slow down and get behind them!” Sedova ordered as the Narco-Tank opened fire, the machine gun bullets arching past them as Jose swerved into the left hand carriage-way and slowed down bringing the Taurus out of the line of fire. Pulling behind the Narco-Tank, Sedova and Jose watched as the back of the ‘tank’ opened and a pair of gunmen opened fire with their assault rifles, the rounds slashing off the hardened bonnet of the Ford Taurus.

“This is better!” Jose sneered, as Sedova picked up a bundle of hemp from the boot of the car and a blowtorch from her bag, lit it, and then flung it into the back of the Narco-Tank, the noxious fumes causing the ad-hoc armoured vehicle shaking before careering off the road. “How are we getting to the border with all my hermanos hunting me!”

“Oh don’t worry about that, we’re getting out very soon. Pull over here.” Sedova stated as Jose pulled the car over, before passing a sign reading ‘Casa Sedova’. “We were never heading to the border.” She added as Jose stopped the car before a wall of police cars. “I wasn’t a bimbo cop by the way, I was a professional bounty hunter, while you are responsible for the murders of two dozen people, including at least three children. The US government is refusing to give you amnesty as a favour to the Federal Police. Enjoy your time in prison.” She added, as a police officer walked over and handcuffed Jose to the wheel. “You’re going to be there for a while.”

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So far the submissions are good.

If I was able to read them but since I have a beaming migraine and I am stuck in Frozen New York with the flu I was only able to read halfway through.

But good job from what I could tell.

Now time for me to try and not make mistakes as my beaming migraine continues into the night

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i stole a watch

i literally stole time from someone.

that crime cost me twenty years in prison.

my time was stolen. life has a funny way of balancing its books

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Yeesh, I've been snowed in for 2 or 3 days now, and I cannot get a single story idea to come out of my head. Grr.

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@impurestcheese: Thanks. I have to drag the ideas out kicking and screaming sometimes. Right now, I think they are just hibernating for winter.