Chapter 4

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Posted by Short Round from spider-wn034.proxy.aol.com on January 11, 2000 at 18:18:24:

Alright here it is. I wrote half of it before my computer froze up making me lose it!! ARRRRGHHHH!!!!! So I wrote a little of it and had to help someone with something(Raking the leaves sucks!!!! Especially when you have to rush before someone gets home). It's a weekly thing but this one was packed with leaves which took half an hour. I got in the shower and then left for Best Buy to get Young Guns II on DVD. I got it, watched it, and had to go to bed. So here I am and I wrote the rest. I am also sick. I got a fever and soar throat. I'm just not up for another chapter after this until I get settled, so here it is.

Shorty walks through the halls of the museum with four guys surrounding him, guns ready.
"So you vill tell us vare zee spider eez." one of the men asked.
"Look, I don't know nothing about any Golden Spider." Shorty replies.
"Aaahhh, so you do I see. We only mentioned it as being 'the spider' but you call eet zee Golden Spider, it's real name."
Perfect. Shorty thought. Now he's going to have to use the tactics he learned in boot camp.
"Well guys you're forgetting one thing." He started.
"Vot eez zat?" The German's replied.
"If you kill me, you're gonna get nowhere, so put the guns away. Unless you plan on takin' off a toe."
"No you don't understand. Vee will ask you. Then we will kill you!" They all chuckled. The German's that is. Shorty acted fast. He kicked the one on his right and then swung to the right, kicking the Germ on the left! He elbowed one of them behind him, and swung the same arm to bash the other German in the face! Shorty runs as fast as he could down the hall before coming to the stair case going down. He jumps as the German's on the floor fire at him, missing him as he rolls down the cement stairs! Ignoring the bumps and bruises. As he runs for the right doorway, more German's come through! He turns and runs to the one on the left of the room. As he runs, the German's shoot at him, which makes him react by ducking and sliding down the hall which stalls him!
"Damn janitor."
He gets up and runs as fast as he could down the hall into the Navajo Indian monument section.

The German's arrive there and ponder through the room as if they know he's in there.

"Alvite Murphy, you scout ahead vile we check zeez section out!"

Four of the German’s went across the room into another section. As the others inspected the room Shorty hid tensely behind a Navajo statue yet patient for them to leave. The seconds were dragging from his point of view making him feel a little hot and clammy. As he took in a deep breath, he kind of loosened the statue’s bow and arrow prop, which fell off! The German’s turned and opened fire on the statue shredding it to pieces, which lay on the floor! Short Round jumps out from the other end of the monument with a knife belt on him! Shorty takes out two knives and throws them at the Germ’s hitting two of them! He then takes out a left one with his right hand, turns around, and throws it like a Frisbee at one German, and does the same again. A middle German stares at him and aims his gun a little too late when a knife goes through his chest!
“Thanks boot camp.” Shorty grins.
He hears feet tapping against the floor as the four German’s come racing towards him! Shorty throws his last knife at one which makes the others jump for cover. Shorty runs to the right of the room towards the entrance he came through when suddenly he stops short as more German’s come through.
“Perfect.”
He then runs into a doorway in the center of the room, which leads to a long hallway with support beams on each side, as if in a roman underground sewer.
The German’s run through it to see him not in site.
“Vot eez going on hare?” One of them asks. As they all run in, Shorty, who was hiding behind the door, jumps out and grabs the closest one trailing behind. He pinches a nerve in his neck and then grabs the oozie’s in his hands. He starts firing at them, hitting three of them as the others hide for cover! They jump behind support beams and then jump out to fire at Shorty who jumps behind one as bullet’s shred the pillars, floor, walls, and ruin the monument. Shorty jumps out and keeps firing to make the opponents stay behind the pillars. He starts running out yet he still holds the gun behind them to make them think he’s still in the room. He runs out of bullets.
“Nice gun ya’ gave me.” He drops it and jus uses the other one which is probably loaded all the way at least. Shorty fires as a few men jump out, succeeding in hitting one. They run out from behind the pillars chasing him! Shorty runs into another corridor leading to yet another big section in the museum – A dead end! The only other way out is a staircase starting from the wall. He runs to it as the German’s enter the room firing! Short Round runs up the stairs ducking as bullets fly at him! He bends back up and fires at them, which stalls them. Shorty is faced with an even more tighter twist as other German’s from another balcony above him start firing! Shorty fires into the air making the German’s duck, then runs up to a balcony, the end of the staircase and ducks as more bullets come at him. He jumps to the floor and turns around on his back firing at the punks on the balcony, hitting them and making them fall off onto the others climbing the stairs! He runs across the balcony and fires up in the air hitting other German’s on a balcony above him.
“What’s going on?” He asks himself as he runs to a dead end.
“Very clever mind friend.” A voice says from behind. Shorty turns around to see a German in a trench coat, obviously one of the bosses, staring at him. Shorty points the oozy at him.
“You asked for it. And now you’re going to get it.” He pulls the trigger which let’s out nothing but the clicking sound of an empty weapon! He drops the gun to the floor as the German takes out a handgun and aims it at him, pulling back the hammer.
“I guess you’ll get it instead.” He chuckles. Two gunshots are fired.
“Whoa.” Shorty gasps for air. He opens his eyes to the German on the floor and a man behind him.
“Hi. Who are you?” Shorty asks.
“I’m a detective. My name is John. Indiana John.” The man extends a hand.
“Uh… My name is Short Round.” Shorty and John shake hands.
“It’s lucky I came in time.”
“No, I’m lucky you came in time.”
“Anyway, we have to discuss something. Come with me to the office.”
“Anywhere but here.”
Shorty and John walk outside and to his car, driving off.

Canada 1939.
Brett Lambert’s horse rides as fast as lightning, chasing a carriage! Brett Lambert is a mountie. Good looking, suave, and debonair. A man lies on the top of the carriage with a rifle, shooting at the pursuing mountie. Brett takes out his pistol and shoots a couple of times hitting the man who falls off and rolls across the plains. Brett moves alongside the carriage and jumps onto the back of it as his horse still follows behind as it had been trained to. The carriage makes a sharp turn making Brett almost fall off and hang from one hand! His feet brush against the ground as he hangs on for his life! Brett climbs to the top when he sees a low flying branch! He jumps down flat against the roof of the carriage as it nearly gets him by hairs! Bullets come through the roof of the carriage as the outlaws from inside fire at him! Brett rolls, dodging the bullets and catching himself as he almost slips off! Holding onto the side, he then notices a tree branch close enough to swipe anyone off the side! He edges to the back as the branch bashes the side of his knee and luckily not his whole body as expected! Brett edges to the other side, holds onto the top of the carriage and is about to edge a few inches more in front of the window when he notices a tunnel up ahead which is only fit for the carriage! He goes those few inches to the front and kicks through the window as the carriage squeezes into the tunnel! As the carriage comes out of the tunnel, the light shines back in revealing Brett to the others! He knees one guy in the stomach and throws him out. Another guy aims a pistol at Brett who kicks it out of his hand and then bashes his foot against the guy’s groin! Another punk comes up to him with a knife. Brett uses a self-defense move on the guy, flipping him over Brett’s shoulder and out the carriage. Brett takes out his gun and aims it at the guy who aimed the gun at him.
“I’m good, aren’t I?” Brett chuckles.

- - -

Back at base…
Brett sits back as other troops lock the outlaws away.
“Hey Brett you got a promotion. And a wire for you from the United States.” One of them says.
Brett takes it.

- - -

Indiana Riggs sits unconscious in his plane as water slowly leaks in. His seat belt was jammed and the spiders were coming near the front seat. He reached for his gun, which was jammed into the holster as the seat belt went around it. Blood trickled down Indiana Riggs’ forehead the surround area was losing air. The plane was also sinking deeper and deeper which worried him. He would die in a few minutes and it would be because of his most worst enemy and danger – Spiders. Just then two figures appeared in front of the plane in scuba gear. They took out what looked like a drill draped in a waterproof rubber protective gear. They drilled a small hole into the window and then a few others close enough to make a slit that a thick knife could. One of them put their hand through it and yanked on it making a man sized hole! Water flooded the inside of the plane creating a small air bubble which was getting small by the second! The two figures went in one at a time.
“W-Who are you?” Riggs said with all his dying energy!
They didn’t reply.
At least the spiders are dead Indiana Riggs thought in such a more tense and dangerous moment! One of the divers took out a knife and cut through the seat belt, freeing Indiana Riggs. They helped him out and climbed through the man sized hole and swam to the top.

On the surface, they came out of the water and took in deep, deep breaths as the plane below became an artifact of the abyss. They both took off their headgear – It was Goodsport and a female partner.
“Good… Sport.” Riggs passes out.
“Come on, we gotta help him to shore, Tessa!” Goodsport orders.

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