I see a crowbar resting on a box I passed, wonder why I didn't see it sooner? I take that in hand and pull out a crate you could hide a car engine in and after some work because opening these things is a pain in the ass. I get the top open and off and now I'm in the shit, not literally but this is some hilarious shit. Carlos has weapons, military rifles in a box and now I'm celebrating Christmas all over again. Rifles, grenades, I saw a box that had RPGs and realized it's going to be a good day. I step out of the warehouse and jog to my rental and bring it back to the rolling gate of the warehouse. Once my rental car is inside it's time to load up. I load the trunk and backseat of my rental car with rifles, some of those sub machine guns they use in all the drive bys you see, a small box of grenades that have W.P. written on it, magazine fed pistols and a couple shotguns along with ammunition. A lot of ammunition, enough to wage war on Mexico. Lastly I go for the happiest box I found, I don't know how much use they'll be but some of us play first person shooters and they are hilarious in those so let's try the real world. Okay maybe a small village in Mexico but still it's a lot. My captives are listening in and talking among themselves in Spanish when the female decides to speak English with me.
"You fucked up man, robbing us is going to be the last thing you regret," she says and I smile before moving over to where they are secured together.
"Why's that," I ask in a mocking childlike voice.
"Because we're gonna find you and we're gonna fuck your world up," she says and I laugh again," Keep laughing puta, you gonna die screaming when our boss finds you."
"You know you're absolutely right, which means I have two options. One… I can just give all these wonderful toys back and leave quietly," I keep my voice different and higher pitched," Or I can just go to this box of… Incendiary grenades I think they are called? Yes I can take a few of those and just burn the whole place down."
I think they're praying because I hear a lot of 'Jesus' coming out of their mouths in Spanish and figure we need to play for keeps today. Since I have them zip tied together in a circle by their hands and feet I have three wonderful place holders for three presents. I take a grenade from the box then grab two more and decide to tell everyone the rules.
"So we're gonna play a game. The game lives long enough to tell the tale. I have three of those wonderful incendiary grenades… oops," I am joking as I drop one next to them and they jump," sorry I'm just having too much fun right now and I'm all thumbs. Back to the game."
I put a grenade in between the shared hands of each of them so everyone is holding two grenades with each other in a trio of fire and then I pull out the pins. Each pin pulled is a small jump and I laugh as they suffer, I like their suffering.
"So here's the game, all you have to do is hold on as if your life depended on it but remember if someone else loses their grip and that clasp comes free," I pause then lean in and in a guttural deep voice," You'll burn for eternity and take your friends with you."
I can taste their fear and I find it to be intoxicating. My rental car is full of enough weapons and ammo to start a war and I smile, I have munitions so where does someone steal an army? I whistled as I finished making sure everything was secured in my car. He's a jolly good fellow. It's a catchy tune, and when I'm all packed up I can see the three dumb ass gangers are still holding on for dear life. I don't leave them with any parting words of wisdom, they aren't ones for high culture or humor and they have bigger things to worry about as I open the rolling door and after pulling my rental out of the storage area close and lock the gate behind me. I keep things legal and by the limits as I head to my alternate storage unit, I have two, one for the rental which has to go back soon and one for emergencies which is definitely one of those but it's a happy kind. I get the rental unloaded and return it to its own storage before changing in the apartment that I used for filming Lupe and Brandon. Back in my normal clothes I sit and think about everything I did tonight. Broke up two relationships probably, set two groups of people I mostly despise against each other, physically beat the shit out of two males and a female before psychologically torturing them and leaving them to potentially die after stealing enough weapons to start a war. What a week, what a great fucking week.
Mr. Henry Mulligan: Monday morning
Only thing I come into the city for is business I can't bring out to the ranch and most of the people who come out to the ranch leave with a new respect for their own lives or as pig feed. It's big business keeping the criminal element of a city from eating itself and everyone around it. I have two pieces of business in town and first one brings me to my legal office as I received notice that I was being dropped as a standing client and no explanation was given as to why, just a name, one Mr. Mark Delauter. I keep my hat indoors and have my tweed suit jacket on with a denim button up shirt and jeans with cowboy boots. I never liked fancy suits and left that shit to the kids. People see me and if they're smart they know to stop screwing the fuck around and get their shit in check toot fucking sweet. Up an elevator trip to the main offices of the senior partners at this firm and I let the secretary know who I am and who I need to speak with. She calls it in as I stand and wait before another secretary; a sexy little thing with almost black hair comes out and shows me into the office I want. He's a good sized man, not as big as my 6'3" near three hundred pound frame but he's not a ninety pound accountant either.
"Mr. Mulligan, I trust you got our notice," this Mr. Delauter addressed me without looking up from his work," Kelsea I need these organized before three today."
He hands some papers to his sexy female secretary and she leaves with a shake of her ass. I notice, you'd have to be dead not to, but I'm here for business.
"I received your notice about dropping me as a client but there was no explanation as to why when I pay all my fees regularly to have your firm on retainer," I explain trying to gauge the man in front of me.
"Well your files were handed over to me a couple years back and I've had time to review them along with a few cases that you were brought in on or used our firm on and it brings to light that you sir have some not so obvious connections to criminal activities in this city. Our firm has a reputation to uphold and if this were ever to get out we'd be scrutinized for dealing with known criminal activities," he's being formal but not telling me what he wants, this is a hard man and I admire that.
"I have a lot of business Mr. Delauter, Mark, can I call you Mark," I ask, being polite.
"No you may not Mr. Mulligan, this isn't a social call, it's a notice. I understand that you have paid a great deal of money to this firm but we can't afford to be seen with a tangible criminal element," he's holding back something, I better press on this.
"We can't or you won't. You're a smart man, smarter than the last partner I spoke with and I thought he was a genius so what is the real problem here," I figure just get him to tell me what he wants should work.
"People under you are criminals; I am removing a black spot from our records. Nothing personal," he's angry about something and I can see it now.
"That's horseshit Mr. Delauter. Something pissed you the hell off and now you're putting the screws to me because you can and you're allowed to get away with it. I'm here right now, talk to me like a man and we'll figure this out," maybe an offer of help will put things in a better place between us.
"My problem is my firm has aided criminals in doing whatever the hell they want and now people are walking around in pain and I won't stand by and take part in ensuring they are able to commit horrible acts and walk freely from punishment," that spells it out for me pretty good.