-Narrative: In the world of gun-runners, the longest distance between two points is a straight line. No one ever succeeds by taking the easy way. There is no such thing as an easy way. It's always the hard way.-

Setting: We are near ship yards, where we can see large warehouses, and docks. The area is constantly wet, and misrable. A layer of rust seems to coat anything metal. Old truck trailers rot, along with wet strewn garbage. It seems to cast a sign 'Why Bother?'.

-We see JERSEY pull up to this dock in the damaged Caddie, with driver side window broken, and front slightly crumpled. JERSEY pulls up to a rather empty lot surrounded by big warehouses, devoid of life, and prying eyes. JERSEY puts the car in park, and turns it off. He then exits the vehicle, and goes to the trunk.-

-JERSEY knocks on the trunk.-

JERSEY: Can ya' hear me in there?

-PASSENGER sounds muffled.-

PASSENGER: (Yes)

JERSEY: What's yer name?

PASSENGER: (Rick)

JERSEY: O.k., Rick, I'm gonna let ya' out. No funny business, o.k.?

RICK: (o.k.)

-JERSEY goes back to the driver seat, and hits the trunk release button. HE then walks back to the trunk, and opens it with a kick. RICK is coughing, covering his eyes from the light. JERSEY grabs him, and hauls him out. RICK goes to the ground, still somewhat panting. JERSEY closes to the trunk, then faces RICK.-

JERSEY: Recognize this place?

RICK: Uh... yeah.

JERSEY: Good. Not much use lyin' ta' me, since I'm not in a good mood. Now, why does Lil' Moe want me?

RICK: Something about a botched deal, and the Syndicate wants your head. They hired us to get you. You carry a price more than I make a year. I'd die happy knowing I was worth that much.

JERSEY: Yeah? But I don't plan on diein' to soon.

-JERSEY pauses for a second, looking around. Then he shifts his gaze back to RICK.-

JERSEY: I bet yer boss isn't gonna be to happy that ya' come back empty-handed.

RICK: No.

JERSEY: So I'll give ya' a chance.

-RICK looks up at JERSEY.-

JERSEY: Yer not the one I'll really after. Yer bosses wanted ya' ta' get me?

-RICK nods.-

JERSEY: Come and get me.

-RICK looks at JERSEY for a second, then bolts up. JERSEY cracks his knuckles, then his neck, and beckons RICK. RICK comes at JERSEY with a long haymaker, the type ment to rip someone's head off.-

-It never lands.-

-JERSEY steps into RICK, grabs his swinging arm, elbows RICK into the side, and sucker-punches him. RICK stumbles back, dazed for a second. RICK recovers quickly, then proceeds to charge at JERSEY, screaming as he does so.-

-JERSEY quickly side-steps RICK, hammer-fists him in the face, then the stomache, back hands RICK across one temple, then right hooks him in the other. RICK lands in a dirty puddle with a crumple. He does not get up this time.-

JERSEY: Silly bastaid. Never fuck with an ex-bouncer.

-JERSEY drags RICK to the passeneger seat of the Caddie. JERSEY the gets in, turns the car on, and drives it semi-close to a particular warehouse, where you can see dock workers doing their trade; illegal smuggling. JERSEY puts the car in neutral, slides RICK into the driver seat, and writes a note, and pins it on RICK's shirt. JERSEY pulls out the tire iron, and uses it to hold down the accelerator. The Caddie's engine roars, as JERSEY put the car in drive.-

-The Caddie, with poor unconscience RICK inside, carines towards the warehouse. Dock workers jump out of the way of the speeding vehicle. It smashes it's way into the warehouse, breaking through the skinny aluninum wall, and smashing through merchendice, almost hitting men, and finally stopping by running into a fork-lift, wheels still spinning.-

-One man, in a fancy looking but cheap suit, and smelly cigar, walks up to the peeling Caddie. This is LIL' MOE. LIL' MOE walks up to RICK, who is still knocked-out, and pulls off the note stuck to RICKS chest. LIL' Moe reads it.-

LIL' MOE: Send any more bounty hunters after me, and yer head will go to The Syndicate in place of mine. Yer pal. Jersey.

-LIL' MOE crumples the the note in his hand.-

LIL' MOE: I'm gonna kill that bastard myself, no matter the consenquences from The Syndicates!

-We go back to JERSEY, who is looking at the ruined warehouse from a distance. He watches for a few seconds, then turns, and walks away.

Narrative: Sometimes, though, the best way ta' do things is the hard way. It's much more satisfying.

-To Be Continue-

02/20/2002

Posted on 02/20/2002
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