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Posted by Mr.Mind
on 8/28/2008, 9:11 pm
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GOTHAM CITY--THE BOWRY 2:00am.
DIAMOND EXCHANGE and PASSPORTS
The pre-fall rain fell on the city as a chill blew in from the northwest. Gotham never sleeps and this night is no exception.
Inside the Diamond Exchange and Passport vault a lone security guard lies on the floor behind a desk, secured with his own cuffs around his wrists, behind his body. His legs tied with phone wire and his mouth over flowing with a white cleaved gag. He strains aginst his bonds as he looks at his gun, belt and billy club in the hands of a large, derby capped man.
The man talks to another, a skinny man with a beard and beret. He puffs on a cigarette, as the tip flares a crimsony orange. He takes the cigarette and leans over to burn a piece of string... it is attached to a large amount of Silly Putty like plastique on the vault door some 10 feet away. The string lights up and races across the floor toward the vault..
'Get down Hammer, you're a big man but the blast will see you pushing up daisies', the skinny man grabs his partner by the shoulder and they get behind the over-turned desk.
'You gotta let me know when ya do dat kind of stuff Sticks!!', the large man called Hammer complains. 'How much ya think is in there Sticks?'
'Enough to keep us and Chucky happy', Sticks replies.
'Ha Ha! I like it when you make fun of da boss, Sticks. That's funny stuff!'
'Cover your Ears Hammer!!'
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
The vault door is blown off its hinges and the alarm sounds.
The sound of a vehicle racing to the door can be heard as its tires come to a screaching halt.
The men inside wait for the dust to settle and move into the vault. Their sacks quickly begin to fill as they clear the shelves and drawers of diamonds and gems.
Suddenly a soft voice can be heard at the vault's blown up entry...
'Excuse me gentlemen', the voice says softly.
The two men stop what they were doing and look at the skinny, big glasses on the face, bow tied elderly man.
'Umm, continue what you are doing. Mr.Scarface is concerned about how fast you are working.' the elderly man says.
'Hey, you tell Chucky that we are moving as fast as we can', Hammer elbows Sticks, trying to get a laugh out of it.
Sticks looks at him and rolls his eyes. Under his breath he says 'Idiot'!!
The elderly man starts to bight the finger nails on his left hand nervously. He begins to sweat and bumble his words...
'M-M-MR.Scarface doesn't like to be called Chucky. You know that he is ruthless and has killed his own men in the past and..
'SHUT UP DUMMY!!!'
The elderly man's right hand pulls up the doll that brings fear to the people of Gotham... SCARFACE.
He fires three bullets from his mini-machine gun that brings everyone to attention...
'Now that I have you mugs attention, Get To Work before we have a bat problem, you know what I'm talkin' about!'
The men gather the sacks and make their way to the dimly lit streets and their 'Move It' moving truck.
'All right you mugs, just like we planned. Sticks you drive, Dummy up front with me and Hammer...'
'Yeah boss what I do?'
'Get up front with us you big Dummy!'
The truck starts. Sirens can be heard blocks away. Just before sticks puts the truck in drive a large ball of clothing hits the windshield and stays there splattered, covering the windshield.
'What is dis? Get the friggin' dirty laundry off my sights Hammer!!!" Scarface turns to Hammer and motions for him to get out.
'Two o'clock in the morning and only a dummy would be doing his wash and lose it out the window!!!'
As Hammer grabs at the cloth on the windshield, it elongates into an arm and punches him square in the jaw knocking him back into a light post.
The clothing slowly rises off the windshield like a snowman melting in reverse. It forms into a humanoid figure, its face hooded and its skinny body engulfed within an oversized tattered cape....
It points down into the truck at the elderly man and Scarface and says in raspy, haunted voice.
'Ventriloquist... your time has come'.
'Yeah. you're right Rags. My time has come to bump off one of you Gotham Goody Goodies!!'
Scarface aims his mini-machine gun at the protector of the slums and ghettos....
THE RAG MAN
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