Caebal & Roach
Posted: 2007-11-27 11:22pm
I had this idea while pondering about the game "Kane and Lynch". Mind you, this story has little bearing to the game with only their appearance being somewhat similar.
[New Hope City. Old Residential District.]
“Fuckin' piece of shit.” muttered Roach as he was examining a revolver that he and his partner picked up amongst other things from their last job.
“Not my fault you picked up that pile of shit.” his partner answered without looking away from his PDA. “If you hate it so much, why don't you toss it? It's not like we are lacking in the gun department.”
“Fuck you Caebal. I still have a use for this gun and I'll be needing it in a moment. Anyways, what's our next job?”
Putting his PDA inside his suit pocket and at the same time took out a cigarrette, placed it in his mouth and spoke as he lit it, “It is the last one Roach, After we finish this job for that fat fucker Berlotti, our contract will be over and you know what that means.” Roach nodded and at the same time both said, “Double cross.”
“How much did he pay us for this job? Who's our target? We know that this will either be a setup or a suicide mission.”
“The email said that we are to kidnap the police chief's son and beat the shit out of him and place his head on the front step of his house. Apparently, the chief hasn't been too nice to the fat fucker and is leaning extra hard on him and his organization, so the fat fuck wants to teach him a lesson. Berlotti has paid us two hundred fifty grand for the hit and he wants it done as fast as possible with no solid links to him. He's tracked down the kid and as of this moment the boy is in the old Greene's Shipping warehouse shooting up with some friends.”
Roach smiled as he snapped the revolver's chamber into place. “A setup that stinks worse than a fifty cent whore after a jailhouse orgy. He's not even bothering to do a good job of hiding it. I wouldn't put it past him to tip off the cops to what we are to do. So the moment we take one step into the warehouse we are good as dead. So are you thinking what I am thinking?”
Caebal returned Roach's smile with one of his own and replied, “Oh yeah, I believe I do.”
For the next twenty minutes both men began packing up their belongings and planned their mission. Once that was done, all that was left to do was wait for one more thing and they didn't have to wait long as someone knocked at their door.
Reflexively, Roach pulled out the revolver and aimed at the door. “Who the fuck is it? You have two seconds to answer before I blow your fucking brains out!”
A nervous voice replied from the other side of the door, “I'm the delivery guy from Papoose Pizza with your order.”
Roach walked to the door and before opening it, he picked up a bottle of honey. With a flurry of movement, he opened the door, aimed the revolver at the guy's head, held the honey bottle lengthwise in front of the muzzle and unloaded the gun. The pizza delivery man jerked his head back from the shots before collapsing. Caebal heard the thumps of the muffled shots and ran to see what happened. When he got to the entrance, he saw Roach standing over the dead body with one hand holding the revolver and with the other a pizza slice. Roach sees Caebal and said, “He was three minutes late and I ain't as hell paying twenty bucks for this.”
Caebal just nodded his head, “You motherfucker. Give me a slice will you, before you eat it all.”
[New Hope City. Old Residential District.]
“Fuckin' piece of shit.” muttered Roach as he was examining a revolver that he and his partner picked up amongst other things from their last job.
“Not my fault you picked up that pile of shit.” his partner answered without looking away from his PDA. “If you hate it so much, why don't you toss it? It's not like we are lacking in the gun department.”
“Fuck you Caebal. I still have a use for this gun and I'll be needing it in a moment. Anyways, what's our next job?”
Putting his PDA inside his suit pocket and at the same time took out a cigarrette, placed it in his mouth and spoke as he lit it, “It is the last one Roach, After we finish this job for that fat fucker Berlotti, our contract will be over and you know what that means.” Roach nodded and at the same time both said, “Double cross.”
“How much did he pay us for this job? Who's our target? We know that this will either be a setup or a suicide mission.”
“The email said that we are to kidnap the police chief's son and beat the shit out of him and place his head on the front step of his house. Apparently, the chief hasn't been too nice to the fat fucker and is leaning extra hard on him and his organization, so the fat fuck wants to teach him a lesson. Berlotti has paid us two hundred fifty grand for the hit and he wants it done as fast as possible with no solid links to him. He's tracked down the kid and as of this moment the boy is in the old Greene's Shipping warehouse shooting up with some friends.”
Roach smiled as he snapped the revolver's chamber into place. “A setup that stinks worse than a fifty cent whore after a jailhouse orgy. He's not even bothering to do a good job of hiding it. I wouldn't put it past him to tip off the cops to what we are to do. So the moment we take one step into the warehouse we are good as dead. So are you thinking what I am thinking?”
Caebal returned Roach's smile with one of his own and replied, “Oh yeah, I believe I do.”
For the next twenty minutes both men began packing up their belongings and planned their mission. Once that was done, all that was left to do was wait for one more thing and they didn't have to wait long as someone knocked at their door.
Reflexively, Roach pulled out the revolver and aimed at the door. “Who the fuck is it? You have two seconds to answer before I blow your fucking brains out!”
A nervous voice replied from the other side of the door, “I'm the delivery guy from Papoose Pizza with your order.”
Roach walked to the door and before opening it, he picked up a bottle of honey. With a flurry of movement, he opened the door, aimed the revolver at the guy's head, held the honey bottle lengthwise in front of the muzzle and unloaded the gun. The pizza delivery man jerked his head back from the shots before collapsing. Caebal heard the thumps of the muffled shots and ran to see what happened. When he got to the entrance, he saw Roach standing over the dead body with one hand holding the revolver and with the other a pizza slice. Roach sees Caebal and said, “He was three minutes late and I ain't as hell paying twenty bucks for this.”
Caebal just nodded his head, “You motherfucker. Give me a slice will you, before you eat it all.”