Some stories start with an introduction of our main characters, some with a poignant thought. This one starts with sex, in the bathroom of an abandoned highschool in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. While, to any other sane person, this would just be two insane people in a Giraffe mask and a Pigeon mask having a good old sexytime, it was actually Blast and Bean, leaders of the Mafia, killing some time while waiting for the next shipment of weed from their supplier, Ganja Gary, and his Partner, Adam (In more than one way).
After cumming 290 times in .57 seconds, Blast decided it was time for them to stop, and get ready for the shipment. "Ellie, get your clothes on. I think I hear their Rolls Royce", he whispered. He snuck over to one of the school's windows, and took a look through the gap in the barricades. Sure enough, he could see a bright green Rolls Royce, with cannabis leaves and #WEEDLIFE painted on the side. He could also hear the sound of music, as the lyrics "I BE ON THAT SHIT, BI-BI-BI-BITCHES ON MY DICK, SWAGG! I BE ON THAT SHIT, BI-BI-BI-BITCHES ON MY DICK, SWAGG!BITCHES ON MY DICK CAUSE I SWAGG TO THE MAXIMUM!" Blasted from the speakers.
The awf-amazing music continued to play, and slowly got louder as the car started to approach. The car drove up to the high school, and then stopped, along with the music. Continuing to listen, Blast overheard two irish voices bickering. "Ok Gary, who's negotiating?" Said one. "*cough cough* me!" gasped Gary. "No way, you're way too high! Just stand behind me, dude". Said the other one. "Shut up, adam, you cunt!", yelled Gary. Suddenly, the car doors opened, and they walked out.
They could overhear the two conversing on their way towards the rendezvous point. "Okay, Gary, let me handle the talking. Because we both remember last time, when I let you do it, you ended up lowering the price to 50 Linj Bucks" Said Adam, condescendingly. "Alright, fair enough, but why do you get a gun and I get a Baseball bat?" Grumbled Gary. "Well, you also shot one of them in the head because you somehow thought you could kill them all and steal their money". "Good thing it's someone we know this time, hopefully you won't try to kill them".
Blast snuck his way over to the double doors, and, almost immediately, Adam and Gary pushed them open with a loud creak. "Oh! Hey Bla-" Adam was interrupted before he could finish the phrase. "Have you got the goods?" almost on instinct, Adam pulled out a large bag of green herbs labeled 'Marajuan'. "I BET I COULD SMOKE ALL OF THAT IN A SECOND" yelled Gary. "GARY SHUT THE FUCK UP" yelled adam in return. Gary, now with a handgun pointed at his head, promptly shut the fuck up.
"Hmmm" "This is quite a lot... i'd say... 5000 Linj Bucks?" Blast suggested. "You've got a deal, mate" responded Adam. Blast passed over a thin, black, briefcase into Adam's hands, and, in return, Adam passed over the weed. However, before anyone could dwell on the now successful transaction, Bean, who had said nothing this entire time, suddenly spoke up. "Blast, do you hear that?" "No, I do- oh. FUCK." Blast responded. Outside the window, He could see about 5 cars labeled with the Linj army logo. Then, looking around, Blast noticed something on Ganja Gary's leg, and let out a loud gasp. Immediately afterwards, everyone in the room looked in the same direction, and all let out similar gasps. Gary had a small, beeping light on the very bottom of his leg.
They had been tracked.
~Chapter 1- END~
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The Chronicles Of Mafo: Tiderquest
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