The Fox and the Cat: Broken Canolli
"Smoking Fox, do you copy? Fox do you copy?" Silver
Cat was monitoring tonight's attack mission into the DiPalma crime family.
Raiding
this weapons cash will injure their main armory, Smoking Fox thinks before responding to his colleague.
"Silver
Cat this is Smoking Fox, I'm in position. I can't tell how many are inside, but
I see three men armed with tech nines and shot guns."
"Excellent,
I'll start the two car alarms out front. We need to be in and out fast, I don't
want to deal with reinforcements."
"Ever
since we teamed up I never get to have fun." After a single keystroke the
alarms of the two cars parked in the drive start screaming bloody murder into
the peaceful night air of this five bedroom three level colonial style with
efficiency apartment over the attached garage.
Six large men storm out of the dwelling in the middle of nowhere.
Wearing black military dress battle uniforms, they proceed to surround the two
vehicles parked side by side in front of the garage. The armed guards, finding
no apparent evidence of third party intervention turn off the alarms file into
line proceeding to start walking back into the house.
As
the last guard passes Smoking Fox silently jumps down stabbing the gangster
vertically down through the top of his skull. Swiftly slinging his sword
through the air, slashing through the spine of the sixth guard paralyzing him
from the waist down. He hits the ground alerting the last four guards. Briskly
leaping toward the fourth the hero decapitates him grabbing his fresh corpse
and throwing it into the third knocking him down then throws two knives into
the right eye of each of the last two guards.
The
third guard from under his brother's dead body throws a M67 fragmentation
grenade. Our hero kicks the hand grenade back so hard it gets stuck in the
guard’s mouth, resembling a hog being carried to the roast. Smoking Fox then
leaps towards the front door of the house out of the path of harm from the explosion.
As
he stands up, he looks forward to a blinding flash and gunshot drowned out by
Smoking Fox's temporarily deaf ears getting thrown three feet back by the sweet
lead kiss into his chest of twelve gauge double 00 buck. Slowly
approaching our hero with his shotgun locked onto Smoking Fox visually scanning
the man’s body for signs of life, readjusting his aim pointing his shotgun at
the hero's head he pulls the pump action back when suddenly a shot rivaling the
loudest thunder clap violates the sound barrier.
Quickly scrunching and relaxing his eyes to the touch of the fine
pink mist blood bones amongst other pieces raining down on his face like a
brain piñata. Regaining his composure is easier said than done.
On
the bright side, if there was anyone left inside they wouldn't be now Fox thinks to himself. He turns around holding his
fist up to signal Silver Cat to hold her position covering him in case backup
shows up, he throws her a smile and a thumbs signaling thank you.
Twenty
feet up into the tree forty fives meters down the drive of the house she sits
in her makeshift sniper's perch, she sighs watching his back waiting for his
signal to enter the house.
Smoking Fox keys the radio twice there all clear signal she
climbs down onto the ground as the garage door starts to open revealing two
large reinforced work trucks loaded with assorted military hardware automatic
MP5s, M4s, M16s, AK-47s in automatics, various handguns, frag grenades
including two M240s and a stinger missile launcher. Smoking Fox inspects the
cargo making sure the explosives are secure as Silver Cat sprints to the garage
within the second, she stops just at the threshold of the overheard door,
"Toss
me the keys I'm in a hurry."
"Look
just because you live life at a thousand miles per second doesn't mean you can
rush me, we need to go over the plan." Smoking Fox proceeds to reach into
a briefcase and pulling out an envelope and keys.
"Now
that I have your attention you're going to follow me to the freeway but there is
where we split ways. We need to keep these two trucks at two different
locations, we don't have a frequency jamming garage big enough for both of
them." Smoking Fox walks over to Silver Cat handing the keys to a truck
and the envelope with directions and fifty thousand dollars American currency,
a passport, wallet everything you need to fly out of country.
"We'll meet up in Nice, one of France's most beautiful
cities, especially this time of year. Once we're there we can see how the
DiPalma family reacts to this hit. I also have a lead in another case, any
questions?"
Why
one of the most romantic cities in world? She
screams in her mind, "No, but the last one to Nice buys dinner and
drinks."
"Sounds
fun, then you better run your flight isn't out of this state."
"No
fair!!!" She screams as she runs to the wrong truck, fumbling with the
keys finally getting into her getaway vehicle. As Silver Cat peels out Smoking
Fox hops into the driver seat of his truck driving it out of the garage then
climbs down from the cab proceeding to calmly walk to the door accessing the
kitchen from the garage and tosses a frag grenade then get back into the
running and drives off, looking in the driver side mirror he sees the natural
gas explosion sparked by the M27 frag grenade, thinking to himself about phase
two Canolli Cruncher.
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