The Sister City Caper
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 12:35 am
Here I go again with another crazy crossover. If you can't figure out what I have in mind now, it will become obvious in the next chapter .....
Hamegg glared at Skunk who sat on the bunk opposite his in the small cell. Once again you've got me into a fine mess!, he growled at Kuasa who looked the other way, deep in thought.
Don't blame me, Skunk voiced, If you hadn't carelessly left the trash behind, instead of cleaning up after yourself, the police wouldn't have had a clue.
Hamegg looked up and his made eye contact with the burly policeman that had been standing just outside their cell for the last half minute. You two clowns just made bail, he told them as he stuck a key into the lock on their cell door. Skunk tried to hid the look of surprise on his face, and just shrugged his shoulders. Guess my lucky streak isn't over quite yet, he told Hamegg.
The two thieves marched along the hallway, their hands chained together by a pair of manacles with the policeman prodded them in their backs with his billy stick. They soon reached the front desk of the police station where a seedy individual was counting out a pile of 1000 yen notes and getting a receipt for them from the police clerk behind the desk. The burly rotund policeman unlocked the handcuffs from the two jailbirds and glared at the man wearing mirrored sunglasses and a dark suit. They're all yours, he told the bondsman. Just make sure they don't skip town or you'll be out a lot of money.
No problem, the man cackled, I fully expect that the charges against our associates will be dropped rather quickly.
Hamegg rubbed his wrists once the cuffs had been removed. Kuasa did likewise, and then faced the man who'd just sprung them. I don't believe I know you, Skunk said, I'd like to know to whom I'm indebted to.
You'll find out soon enough, the man said. I've got a car waiting outside, so let's get going.
The two cons were shoved into the back seat, and the black sedan sped off into the night. They drove for about an hour, heading further and further away from the city. Skunk didn't see any landmarks that he could recognize, but he could feel the incline of the road had increased, and that the air was getting thinner. Clearly they were now winding their way up a mountain road. Finally they came to a stop in front of a large granite structure that resembled an ancient castle.
Get out you two, the boss is waiting for you inside, their driver barked, his face still hidden behind the mirrored glasses. He led Hamegg and Kuasa though the large wooden doors and into large chamber with a single door leading onward. After locking the entrance behind him, the man opened the inner door a crack and disappeared behind it. Moments later he emerged. The boss will see you now, one at a time, he said, You first. He opened the door and pushed Skunk inside, closing the door behind him.
It was dark inside, and it took Kuasa's eyes at least a minute to adjust. He could see nothing but a dim light ahead of him, and a pathway leading in that direction. The floor was lit by dim lights set low down. As Skunk walked in the direction of the light, he could tell he was in a vast area by the sound of his footsteps reverberating from the distant walls. Ahead illuminated by a dim pool of light, Skunk could make out a desk. As he approached he could see a large, heavyset man sitting on a huge chair resembling a throne, drumming his fingers on the wooden surface of the large desk. The boss's face was hidden by the darkness, and he wore a dark colored shirt and jacket. His right hand and arm was sleeved by a chrome colored metal gauntlet, his left hand was bare, and with that he was stroking the fur of a large cat that sat on the desk in front of him. The feline tuned its head long enough to snarl and hiss at Skunk.
Suddenly the man slammed his metal fist on the table and pointed a chromed finger at Kuasa. That's close enough! he bellowed.
Skunk stopped dead in his tracks. He was close enough to hear the cat purring as it was petted, but could still not make out anything more of the man seated in front of him. Who the hell are you? Skunk demanded, and why did you arrange for my release from the police?
You're nothing but petty punk thieves, you and your partner, the man in the iron glove replied. Yet, you two do seem to have talent, even if you lack brains. You'll be useful in my organization, if you follow orders.
And what organization would that be?, Skunk asked.
You'll find out soon enough, came the reply. The man pressed a button on a computer console in front of him, and spoke into it. Mr. Kuasa is leaving now, take him and Mr. Hamegg to the safe house and make them comfortable.
Skunk heard the door he'd entered the chamber from reopen behind him. You can leave now, the iron fisted man ordered.
Not until I know who you are, Skunk insisted.
You will come to know me as the claw, the boss replied. He pressed a button and the light pooling on the desk went out. Skunk turned and walked towards the exit as the cat hissed loudly at him.
Hamegg glared at Skunk who sat on the bunk opposite his in the small cell. Once again you've got me into a fine mess!, he growled at Kuasa who looked the other way, deep in thought.
Don't blame me, Skunk voiced, If you hadn't carelessly left the trash behind, instead of cleaning up after yourself, the police wouldn't have had a clue.
Hamegg looked up and his made eye contact with the burly policeman that had been standing just outside their cell for the last half minute. You two clowns just made bail, he told them as he stuck a key into the lock on their cell door. Skunk tried to hid the look of surprise on his face, and just shrugged his shoulders. Guess my lucky streak isn't over quite yet, he told Hamegg.
The two thieves marched along the hallway, their hands chained together by a pair of manacles with the policeman prodded them in their backs with his billy stick. They soon reached the front desk of the police station where a seedy individual was counting out a pile of 1000 yen notes and getting a receipt for them from the police clerk behind the desk. The burly rotund policeman unlocked the handcuffs from the two jailbirds and glared at the man wearing mirrored sunglasses and a dark suit. They're all yours, he told the bondsman. Just make sure they don't skip town or you'll be out a lot of money.
No problem, the man cackled, I fully expect that the charges against our associates will be dropped rather quickly.
Hamegg rubbed his wrists once the cuffs had been removed. Kuasa did likewise, and then faced the man who'd just sprung them. I don't believe I know you, Skunk said, I'd like to know to whom I'm indebted to.
You'll find out soon enough, the man said. I've got a car waiting outside, so let's get going.
The two cons were shoved into the back seat, and the black sedan sped off into the night. They drove for about an hour, heading further and further away from the city. Skunk didn't see any landmarks that he could recognize, but he could feel the incline of the road had increased, and that the air was getting thinner. Clearly they were now winding their way up a mountain road. Finally they came to a stop in front of a large granite structure that resembled an ancient castle.
Get out you two, the boss is waiting for you inside, their driver barked, his face still hidden behind the mirrored glasses. He led Hamegg and Kuasa though the large wooden doors and into large chamber with a single door leading onward. After locking the entrance behind him, the man opened the inner door a crack and disappeared behind it. Moments later he emerged. The boss will see you now, one at a time, he said, You first. He opened the door and pushed Skunk inside, closing the door behind him.
It was dark inside, and it took Kuasa's eyes at least a minute to adjust. He could see nothing but a dim light ahead of him, and a pathway leading in that direction. The floor was lit by dim lights set low down. As Skunk walked in the direction of the light, he could tell he was in a vast area by the sound of his footsteps reverberating from the distant walls. Ahead illuminated by a dim pool of light, Skunk could make out a desk. As he approached he could see a large, heavyset man sitting on a huge chair resembling a throne, drumming his fingers on the wooden surface of the large desk. The boss's face was hidden by the darkness, and he wore a dark colored shirt and jacket. His right hand and arm was sleeved by a chrome colored metal gauntlet, his left hand was bare, and with that he was stroking the fur of a large cat that sat on the desk in front of him. The feline tuned its head long enough to snarl and hiss at Skunk.
Suddenly the man slammed his metal fist on the table and pointed a chromed finger at Kuasa. That's close enough! he bellowed.
Skunk stopped dead in his tracks. He was close enough to hear the cat purring as it was petted, but could still not make out anything more of the man seated in front of him. Who the hell are you? Skunk demanded, and why did you arrange for my release from the police?
You're nothing but petty punk thieves, you and your partner, the man in the iron glove replied. Yet, you two do seem to have talent, even if you lack brains. You'll be useful in my organization, if you follow orders.
And what organization would that be?, Skunk asked.
You'll find out soon enough, came the reply. The man pressed a button on a computer console in front of him, and spoke into it. Mr. Kuasa is leaving now, take him and Mr. Hamegg to the safe house and make them comfortable.
Skunk heard the door he'd entered the chamber from reopen behind him. You can leave now, the iron fisted man ordered.
Not until I know who you are, Skunk insisted.
You will come to know me as the claw, the boss replied. He pressed a button and the light pooling on the desk went out. Skunk turned and walked towards the exit as the cat hissed loudly at him.