• March 29 '13

"Is this... Is this thing even recording?"

"Did you push the play button?"

"Well I pushed the sideways triangle."

"Then yes, It's recording. Don't you have your PhD? This is basic knowledge--"

"Shhh it's show time. *eh-hm* This is Doctor Joel W. Stringer and my crew and I have just found some lost treasure of Cleopatra here in Alexandria, Egypt. Now I know what you may be thinking right now ladies and gents 'Oh my gosh that man is so amazing I wish I could be him or at least with him!' or 'My name Sarah and I'm a total loser that never should have left Joel in the first place! I'm so sorry for abandoning you Joel!'. Well before y'all start lining up for autographs and so on I must admit we did not get all of the treasure that was down there. Things got, well let's just say hectic, and when everyone else ran out of the tomb I just grabbed the first thing I saw. This box. "

• April 3 '13

• April 5 '13

• April 12 '13

To be continued?

The most important part of the story

It doesn't take much for Red to get to the kitchen, though it probably wouldn't be that hard for anyone to get back there if they had the same prosthetic face mask Red had on at the time. He chuckles to himself a bit when he thought about when he was buying the mask and questioning whether or no it would pay off. "Giovanni get your a** over here and cook this new york strip before i though you the f*ck out!" at the moment Red had forgotten who's identity he had taken so it took a second before he could nail down responded under that name. "Ahh, sorry sir i'll get right on it!" Red scurries over to the steak and then asks the master chef "Who is this going to sir?" Loudly the chef replies "It goes to the scary lookin' brit over in the V.I.P section. "Ah okay sir!" In Red head though it was now time to move on to step two. When the master chef finally turned his attention elsewhere Red pulled a rather odd looking bottle out of his pocket and began to soak the steak in it. The liquid that came out of the bottle was oddly maroon red and thick. Sure some of his fellow co-workers saw him do this, they didn't care though, Red assumed they all just figured that was his secret ingredient to add an extra "bang".

Lastly Red put some of the expected spices on the meat, cooked it so the extra ingredient wouldn't be affected and presented it to the grizzled man who ordered it. Red had a smile on his fake face when he presented the oddly prepared dinner, but the man he gave it to didn't return the same look of friendless, no he was far to involved in to the poker game he was involved in that was taking place in front of him to even move his eyes in Red's general direction. After that uncomfortable experience he told the top chef he was taking a smoke break, but truthfully he was making his way to his car so he could take off his dumb disguise off and replace it with his familiar mask assisted by some top dollar dress clothes. He didn't want to risk under cutting himself so he went all out on the suit, and he really brushed up on his poker skills because he most defiantly needed them tonight.

The part of the story when a fool starts to die

to be continued...

September 1st

Red takes cover behind a well damaged car to quickly reload his dual revolvers while the sound of speeding bullets wiz pass his head. As soon as his guns are filled with ammo, Red leaps from his poor cover and introduces his target's eye to a bolt from his pistol. As the man panics on the ground from pain Red takes out a blood covered knife, cuts off the man's thumb, and puts it in a bag containing 14 other thumbs. All of which previously belonged to 14 of the man's colleagues.

"Ya, know what Mr.Finch, you an your colleagues where harder to track and take down than... um... Well some that's really hard to catch" Red says in a country accent to the man to mimic his own.

"You're dead ya know! I may not make it out of this alive-"

"Oh, you won't"

"Urrh! Now don't you expect to get away with this man hunting!"

As Red checks the ammo of his gun he quietly asks "So are those your final words sir?"

"GO F*CK YOURSELF!"

Red now has his attention glued to a Harley Davidson near what use to be a bar. "Hey is that Harley yours?''

Before Finch could answer though he receives yet another shot except this time it was to the head, which you could say "shut him up"

"Well i know who's bike it is now!" Red makes his way through some of the destruction he and Finch had cause and hops on the bike soon taking off back to his employer.

September 2nd

Red stops at a pub to refill his fuel. As soon a he takes a step in he can immediately smell the aromas of cheap alcohol and puke, but the place was small and modest which actually made Red fill more at home. No one even came up to him asking about his odd clothing or trying to unleash there drunken rage upon him, so he soon found himself at the bar. The bartender was a relatively short old man probably in his late 50's or higher, but he came to take Red order almost as soon as he took a seat and was oddly welcoming, like a human symbol of the pub it's self. For all it's worth he was okay in Red's book. At first he had only come just sip on some drinks and go, but he couldn't resist the offers for shots and multiple games of pool.It wasn't even til late in that night before Red realized how much fun he was having. Lately he had been so caught up in being some hard-a*s tracker and killer that he had sort of lost track of what he loved the most, Drinking and just enjoying himself. While he would have loved to gamble and shoot-the-sh*t all night he still head to return his ''collection" to his employer so he could get paid. So after a final visit to the bathroom he hopped back on his Harley and was off to get paid.

September 3rd

He makes a stop at just one last pub. His last stop was just such a great time and he really wanted to feel that experience again. To bad the whole thing was totally different. The bartender could make a good drink to save her life and every guy there wanted to brawl for bets. At least Red won 1,500 form the whole thing , but overall it was all pretty unpleasant and just put him back into hard-a*s mode, which was actually a good thing because

Later that day

He had finally arrived at his employer's HQ and boy did his payer like it when he felt like he had hired a cold blooded killer.

"Took ya long enough didn't it? hahaha!"

Red drops the bag of thumbs on his employers desk top and sarcastically says "Yeah i was hoping to find and kill these guy who were all around the world in less than an hour, but sh*t happens ya'know."

The employer laughs at his corny remark and hands the bag off to on of his plethora of body guards to have it inspected. Quickly they give the bag a good search and confirms Red's job well done.

"Nicely done" one of the bodyguards say to Red as he hands him a briefcase filled with $150,000.

As Red takes the case and begins make his way out the employer says "Keep up the good work and you'll soon have an HQ of your own. Ya'know i made this empire off of my own blood,sweat and tears back my day. Hell, you don't become the head of a multi-million company through doing nothing ya know. Hahaha! Why's a man like you in this work field anyway? If you don't mind me asking of course."

Red is half way out the door with the briefcase tight in his right hand, but to answer his question he looks the man strait in the eyes and says "Well for one it's the only thing i know how to do best and secondly i do it just to stay busy."Red then exits the building and looks at his phone "Huh, looks like some fella in Montana need my assistance." he hops on his bike and just like that he is off to a new mission.