Gun and a runner

 Chapter 6.0      We slept at cheap motel. I kicked the soda machine, it was almost empty, soda for starting the day right, i stretched my back. We had hotdogs and drove, sun was up, we would need to hit this hillbilly place and get us a swamp boat. We searched the internet for a spot. It was Jim's fishing and baiting. We arrived soon, the swamp boat wasn't that expensive. We started our trip, we had gathered some supplies if it took too long. The map was hand drawn so we didnt know how long it was gonna take. We needed to find a big rock first. Hmph, this was almost like drawn like a child, this dude had massive problems in brain department i bet. We started our trip, wind was howling, fishes jumping, the sun was hot, so hell yeah we be driving. We ramped up the motor the swamp boat was smooth saling, hydroplaning. Two beers later the big rock was 5 miles from starting point. It was half way there. Then we needed find a big tree growing in field. Boat passed us, w...

 Chapter 5.0 ” So you got royally fucked up, damn, tell me more” ”I dont know much, they came in, forced me down, screwed in and told about the website i had to build. And yes, its cult.” I needed powerful allies, i had heard about this guy called Redstag, he was handsome bastard with willingness to die for a living, just the right material. I found him in a shooting gallery, he was shooting with Kloacker Kustom with 45 round mag, all straight to the heart of this target practice poster zombie. It was a pistol with longest magazine i had seen ever. So this was the guy. ”Hello monsieur” ”No monsieur, just a soul with feeling.” ”Alrighty then. I got a mission in hand, its real creepy shit, a cult i wanted to steal and rob and harm, you in or what?” ”No fucking way man, they might have too much coverage” ”I checked it out, its three bullshitter brain damagers and some church, we dont do the churc, thats where they catch people.” ”Okay, sounds like a plan, do...

 Chapter 4.0 It was time for cigarette, maybe i should handle that old maniac i knew, real cult leader shit, he had some cash i bet and guns, guy was a fucking nut with a gang of peanuts. Real psycho, he was indeed a criminal in charge. Good shit i bet. I got the motor running, hit on a highway, picked some guns, picked Molo and Tov. It was a ranch, a real spawn ranch. Spawning evil, the road there was creepy, old trees and creepy animals in the distance eerily looking where ever you went, we took a small road to nowhere. Hell was waiting, we were ready. We took the car to nearby field, binoculars saw a big excavator near the big house. We would have to sneak close, real eerily, sneak sneak sneak, real sneaking, snaking, shoveling dirt with our feet. From tree to tree, real tactical style we unrolled. The house was quiet, the creeps were sleeping. CQC tactics in hand, real carefully we opened the door, enrolled in, one two three, creep number uno was sleeping in a chair with shot...

Chapter 3.0 At the comic book store i had plenty to choose from but i needed to update my info on Cyborg Detective Stories. Ahh yes, the old detective stories would do me good. Reading it felt freshreshing and i got some ideas. Like heist, fucking shit up and all that good stuff. I felt good again. After all doing evil wasn't the most fun thing in the world. No more heroes, just fuckers and fun. I wanted to tell myself. Hmph... That's how the world starts to round up. Maybe i should turn on tv. ”Aliens attack” ”What the hell ACK” ”Aliens attacking neo york city” ”Delta b and c compromised” ”This real? Ive heard about dem boys but i dont know” It was, aliens were coming, and i was ready, fucking hell they would not probe my ass. NEVER, i wanted to say but i was worried, worried that people get prolapses from too much probing. Bye bye peaceful world. Maybe i should investigate. Hmm... yes. I wanted to know first hand, i would scurve around to see em for rea...

                                                                                            Chapter 2.0 I was flying high and speeding, putting that pedal to the metal. When suddenly. A bag of dildos was thrown at my windscreen. WHAT, yes, bag of fucking dildos flying all over. All used or no. Oh no. I had to see the damage and remove few from the hood and window gap. All removed, not used ones, i wonder what this was. I did see a man over a bridge but not much else, he was wearing a wizard hat. Weird, all weird, but so was drugas, or joints, or hiney holes. Dildos of all things. Rubber dicks. Raw indeed, all raw, but it was bad part of town with few porno stores i visited back in the day, drunk, just wanking men, ...

  Gun and a runner A scifi story in near future with flying cars Thru the aeons of aeons man travelled, shot and screwed up people, we drop in into his memories. "No poison you poison bitch asshole!" screamed the man in need of a good deed. She was caught off guard and the poison bitch screamed. "You can't say a word that stops me, in gonna send my nightmares and poison and real life threats to you with my dream machine" The deal was done, the man was cursed to repeat mistakes of past old ones and let to believe that that wasn't the case.  Man, shall we say ... was well to his fourties and a old detective outfit. That's the spirit "Find the goddamn infiltrator unit and get it's ass capped or you won't get 500 petros from the organizer of this concert venue extravaganza we have built" screamed the fat old organizer king that wanted to hire me, the good ol detective. Cold cyborg ass, that's what I was...