Chapter 8(Revised in a way that I hope is correct!)

Posted by Short Round from ABD859F5.ipt.aol.com on February 23, 2000 at 16:51:01:

If it sucks or has errors, than fiddler will write an all new chapt 8.

CHAPTER 8
"OUCH!" Riggs shrieked
"Alright you wimp!." Goodsport said as he poured whiskey on Riggs' wrist.
"This is what happens when you're reckless!"
Goodsport lopsidedly grinned.
"Shut up!" Riggs said through gritted teeth.
After putting a bandage on Riggs' wrist, Riggs got up and grabbed his jacket.
"Where ya going?" Goodsport asked as he took off his holster(The chest one that is).
"Where else? A hotel, it's late, I'm tired and we had one helluva day."
"Why don't you stay over for the night?"
Riggs stopped for a second and hesitated.
"Yeah, why not." Riggs took off his jacket and flopped his shoes off on the floor.
"I'll need you to assisst me tomorrow. Gotta talk to my buddy Shorty, he might know some stuff about the Golden Spider."
"Good." Riggs grunted.

- - -

The arms custodian looked up as a tall man in a gray trench coat and fedora
stepped off of the stairs that led down from the offices and detention area of
the police station above.
"Hello sir," he greeted from behind the counter that was built into the wall.
"Detective," the Fiddler corrected, showing the man his badge.
"Okay Detective, what can I do for you?"
"I need a Thompson."
The officer nodded and stepped away from the counter, turned and retrieved a "Tommy gun."
"Here you go, what kind of drum do you need?"
"Give me three of those twenty round magazines," the Fiddler responded; gesturing toward a stack of loaded magazines sitting on a shelf behind the keeper. Retrieving the mags the custodian questioned, "anything else
I can get you Detective?"
"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to have one of those apparatuses that hangs these at your side, would you?" the Detective inquired, lifting the gun slightly as he did so. Having anticipated the point of the question, the man behind the counter opened a drawer in front of him and removed a length of leather that was about two feet long. It had a steal belt clip on one end, and a riveted strap and buckle on the other.
"One of these?" the Keeper smiled.
Surprised slightly at the speed with which the custodian had retrieved the object, he answered, "yes, that's exactly what I was looking for."
Strapping the one end of the leather dangler around the stock of the Thompson, the Fiddler clipped the other end of the strap to the belt of his shoulder-holster rig. It was the strap that ran under his right shoulder. When let hang, this placed the Thompson's pistol grip about where his right hand hung, when his arm was dropped at his side. He then picked up one of the clips and locked it into place. Grabbing the other two he shoved them into his belt, worked the action on the gun, then let it fall to his side. Making sure it was
hanging at the right height, he then pulled his trench coat around it, and left. As he ascended the stairs, the Fiddler noticed that the submachine gun swung with his movements, and at times banged against his legs. Reaching in the hand warmer of his trench coat, he discovered that he could grab the pistol grip and stead the gun, without exposing it or making his actions obvious.

- - -

James started backing up as the debris fell from the cieling.
"Holy smokes, this is nuts!" He mumbled to himself.
James hesitated to run back, but the ground shaking made him trip and fall face first into a skeleton!
"AAAAHHHH!"
The light from his Zippo illuminated a machete the skeleton had in his hand.
"Well, well, look at this." James said as he grabbed it.
Running as far from the dead end as possible, He bumped into a wall of vines. He stabbed at it with the machete.
"Come on, come on!"
It finally got through and it cut away a passage. He then turned to hear a more louder and closer roar! James looked up at where it was coming from.
"AAAAHHH!"
There was no cieling above this wall of vines, and coming down it was another spider! Except it had red blotches on it.
"Perfect!"
James jumped through the passage and after tripping over cobwebs got up and started to run until he felt colder and more cobwebs in his face. Cutting away with the machete, the floor felt damper and he slipped! But it wasn't only for the dampness why he slipped: He started to fall down a tunnel-like slide! He bashed the machete into the ground which dug easily into the soft and moist ground! Just then, it hit a rock in the ground and the handle broke, leaving James un-controllably plunging down the tunnel! He then got to the end of the tunnel and plunged high! After a few seconds he fell in water, obviously an underwater cave. Swimming to the top, he gasped for air. After a few minutes, James felt something move passed his leg.
"Great, more creatures and I'm pretty sure an oversized one as well!"
He searched for his pocket knife and took it out. He was lifted into the air and plopped back into the water by the nose of the creature! The creature jumped out of the water and back in! He tackled James and pushed him more deeper! Struggling with the beast, James stabbed it with the knife, making little effect on the creature! He then stabbed it again, making the knife go as deep as possible and then running the knife back and forth! The beast made a shrieking and ear peircing noise under water before turning back and swimming away leaving a trail of blood. James swam and surfaced as fast as possible, gasping for air! He took a breather and started to float on his back. He coughed a little until he hit something in the water, and this time it wasn't alive.

- - -

Webley moaned and shook his head after a few minutes.
"Finally. Boy, you're gonna get it!" Micah said with a grin.
He peered over Webley who jabbed him in the jaw! As Micah jerked back, Webley got up and kicked him in the face knocking him out! Webley gave a salute and started to run the opposite way of Doc Jones, the spider, and Micah!

Indiana Jones backed up slowly and cracked his whip at the spider! The spider shrieked in pain a few times, but even louder after Indy got his left eye!
"That'll teach ya, buddy!" Indy said.
He then whipped the furious spider's front leg(One out of many) and pulled on it! The spider returned the pull sending Indy flying towards him! The spider kept it's head down and jerked it up hitting Indy and making him fly some yards back! Indy looked up to see the spider slowly approaching him!

- - -

His gait was smooth and of moderate speed as he made his way down the New York sidewalk. At the moment, both he and his companion, Deirdre Campbell, were silent as they walked to an undecided destination.
It had rained the day before and night had been cold enough to freeze the rain on the ground. Having noticed this, the Fiddler was watching the walk in front of them carefully, to be sure that he didn't slip.
Deirdre was lost in thought. She'd come to terms with the tragedy, and was playing the events over and over in her mind. Trying to remember the events that took place immediately before the blast.
Noticing a low spot in the walk the Detective changed his pace slightly so that his left foot would land next to the frozen puddle, rather than his right landing on it and possibly causing him to slip.
Caught up in her thoughts, Deirdre hadn't seen the ice. Luckily for her the Fiddler had noticed that she wasn't paying attention, and reacted quickly when she stepped on the ice and slipped.
"Whaaoo..." she half yelped when she found herself helpless to prevent the fall.
Grabbing her light body mid-fall, he lifted her back onto an upright
position... holding on slightly longer than needed to make sure she'd regained her balance.
"You okay?" the Detective asked smiling.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, straightening her hair.
"Here." the Fiddler offered her his arm, "...hold onto me so you don't fall again."
Taking his arm she began to thank him, but stopped mid-sentence as a memory returned.

- - -

Brett was lying in bed at his Mountie cabin, sound a sleep. He had a jar carefuly balanced on the door knob to fall and break to awake him if anyone was trying to get in, which worked on several occasions. He had a nicely kept desk, a file cabinet, a shelf of books, and a few more decorative accesories.

In Jeefs cabin which he begged Brett to have for his own, was junky, messy, and smelly.

Brett got up to go to the bathroom. Coming out, he didn't notice the shadow which just passed his window. Then, something did catch his attention: A twig breaking!
"Jeef, another one of your jokes?" He said as he removed the bottle and walked outside. Suddenly, a foot jabs him in the stomach from the right, and a fist from the left slugs him in the face making him fly backwards into the room! Brett stumbled onto his desk and hit a vase along with a giant bell off the desk!

Jeef, who was sound asleep, jumped up startled at the noise.
"Wha..." He grunted as he got up, puts on his robe and shoes, and then walks outside to see that Brett's cabin door is open!
"What's going on?" Jeef said to himself as he jogged on over to it.

Brett, being strangled and questioned in German which he does not understand.
"Vere dis you put zee carriage?" The German then says in English.
Well if you will let me talk I would tell you dammit! Brett thought to himself as the choking makes his face turn red! They then hear a cliking noise behind them which makes them turn around swiftly.
"Let him go." Jeef says as he holds a gun to their heads!
Easily they surrender, but it seams like a trick. Putting their hands behind their heads, Jeef didn't notice that one of them is pulling out a knife from the back of his coat! Brett, who's in pain, noticed it as a blurry yet shiny object. As his sight gets clearer, he can perfectly see it's a knife!
"Jeef look out!" Brett yells as he kicks the man with both feet from his position laying on the table! The man flies forward knocking the gun out of Jeef's hand and dropping the knife! As the other man pulls out a gun, Brett jumps on him and puts him in a headlock!
"You don't like it either, do you?" He said as he chuckles goofily.
Both Jeef and the other German run for the gun! The German gets it and Jeef jumps right on top of him! Bashing his hand against the floor, the man dropped the gun! Jeef jumps forward and grabs it just as the goon runs and grabs the knife! Turning around just in time, Jeef sees the man running at him with the knife! Shooting, the bullet penetrates the man's other shoulder and the second bullet flies wild a few inches from his head! Noticing the man still is falling! Jeef rolls out of the way as the man lands and the knife goes through the floor! Jeef jumps on him again and they roll a few times until Jeef is on top of him! The German then head butts Jeef who rolls off of him! As Jeef gets up, so does the German! The German knees him in the face and looks at his partner who is tangled with Brett! Jumping on Brett, the German throws him into the book shelf which falls on Brett!
"Come on, let's split!" The German says in a perfect English accent! As they run out, Jeef who is on the floor, grabs the gun and shoots, hitting the German in the side! The Germans get away.
"You ok, Jeef?" Brett says as he walks over to him.
"Yeah." Jeef replies.
"We gotta go investigate the stolen carriage.
"Why?"
"They wanted it for some reason."

- - -

"Yeah! As I fell, because of the blast, I remember thinking it strange that it would be women who would bring the bomb into the auditorium." She paused, then excitedly added, "it's strange the things you think of at times like that."
"Alright, I understand that, but what made you think that?"
"The way they moved, their actions. It was just.... I don't know, they were females, I just know it." Deirdre insisted, still unable to clearly recall the minutes immediately before the blast.
"Alright, I believe you," the Detective comforted as he grinned at the woman on his arm.
Satisfied, Professor Campbell returned to her concentration, attempting to use the new information to help her self clear the fog that clouded her memories.

- - -

Muppet walked slowly to where he heard the voice and stopped when he came to a back room. Just then a foot came out and kicked him in the face sending him back a few feet! He pointed the gun up to have it kicked out of reach!
"Oh goody! A double-death party for me!" Muppet sarcastically said chuckling!
The opponent jumped on him and they rolled around wrestling! Muppet then head-butted the goon off of him and they both stood up to face each other again! The goon took out a knife and so did Muppet. Muppet swung two times and missed. As he was about to stand up-right again, the mysterious stalker swung and Muppet backed away and fell flat on his butt. Muppet jumped up and lunged at the goon unexpectedly! As he did, the man side stepped and put his knife in Muppet's way, making a big and long cut across Muppet's arm.
"AAAARRGH!" Muppet groaned as he lay face first on the floor. He turned to see the punk slowly approaching him. Muppet started to back away until he stopped at a shelf.
"I have you now." The mysterious man said.
"Not any more!"
Muppet reached above and grabbed a heavy pouch and threw it at the goon's face! He got up and jumped to the side as the punk threw the knife, hitting the shelf and missing Muppet by inches! Turning Muppet seen the guy go for the knife. Muppet grabbed the side of the shelf and threw it on the punk killing him instantly.
"And that's two for Muppet." He said to himself as he stepped over the guy and grabbed his gun on the far side of the room.
"Mmmmmmm.." The supposedly dead man moaned.
"Ahhh, shut up." Muppet said as he shot him three times.

Walking towards Ulla's corpse, Muppet got out a mini camera and took a few pictures.
"Mission complete. Nobody'll be real satisfied." Muppet walks away.

- - -

Two days later...

Shorty sneaked out of the building and was about to sneak across the street.
"Alright, stop right there!" A spine tingling voice from behind boomed.
"Abramoff, sir, I just want to go home!" Shorty whined. "Plus, I'm hungry and my dog needs to be fed."
"You don't got a dog." Sgt. Abramoff rolls his eyes.
Just then, a black limo screeched across the corner drawing both Shorty and Sgt. Arbamoff's attention!
"Not too good." Shorty mumbles.
Two hooded men stick their heads out the window holding two guns in each hand. They fired making Sgt. Abramoff and Shorty jump to the ground! Stopping, they jumped out of the car, grabbed Shorty, and jumped back in!
"Stop!" Abramoff said as he jumped up pointing his gun.
They went off and out of sight of Abramoff.

- - -

In the car, the hooded men kept their guns on Shorty.
"Look, I'm a museum director from the city of Los Angeles!" Shorty says, nervously. "I don't have anything and those guys were uh... my parol officers! I swear! I'm a museum director from the city of Los Angeles!"
"I'm a Museum Director from the city of Los Angeles!" One of the hooded thugs says with a mocking voice.
He then takes his mask off to reveal a young looking guy in his early twenties, about Shorty's age or younger.
"Indiana Shorty! It's been years!" Shorty says chuckling until he stops, seriously pissed. "What the hell was that!? You could have killed somebody, more than that - You could have killed me! What were you thinking?"
"I didn't do any harm, Short stuff." Indiana Short Round said. "I just came to help you. Those people who they see them selves as Detectives and serving innocent people are more your enemy than anyone else I can think of. They killed her."
"Who?"
"Ulla, your girlfriend." Indy Shorty puts his head down with sorrow.
"No! This is not a funny joke dammit! I left your gang a couple of years ago because I didn't want to continue the crimes and the killing, but you have drawn the line! Making up an excuse saying that Ulla is dead... Well you can kiss my ass because I'm not part of the gang no more, and if you think saying Ulla is dead is an excuse for revenge of her, "Killers" can get me back. Well it's not working!" Shorty huffed!
"Well will this convince you..." Indiana Short Round pulled out a picture of Ulla's corpse. Shorty gasped in surprise as a tear ran down his eyes.
"Alright. I want to know each and every bastard who killed her!"
Shorty snarled

The car dropped Shorty off to his apartment. It had been some day, and he was tired. As he walked upstairs, he reached into his pocket for the key and unlocked the door as quickly as possible, stormed in and slammed it.
Shorty slumped down on his bed. It had been some day and it would be more tomorrow! Little did Shorty know that it was Nobody's gang that murdered Ulla and blamed it on the law and such. Their plot had worked and they made Shorty turn against the law and he is now going to commit suicide by trying to massacre them - Anyone who leaves Nobody's gang doesn't live to escape them fully! And if he doesn't go after the law, then Nobody's gang will assassinate him. Besides that, there are German's on his tail which makes it even worse. How he survives this adventure no one will know!

- - -

He sat behind his desk, waiting patiently for the phone call that he knew would surely come. His cold blue-gray eyes, that gave chills to almost anyone who dared look into them, were now staring blankly into the mass of gray snow clouds that covered the full arc of sky visible outside his office windows. The phone rang, he lifted the receiver, then placed it against his ear.
"Yes?" he answered, though he already knew who it was.
"The horse is a fast animal..." stated Jayne's voice, beginning the code, and verifying that her end of the line was 'clean.'
"...But the cheetah is faster," finished FBI Agent Walter Quigley,
confirming that he was free to talk also.
"Agent?"
"Who else?"
"How'd we do sir?"
"In New York?" Then, he answered his own question without giving Jayne a chance, "you two performed admirably. Nobody is quite pleased, plenty of people were killed, and it looked like a real attempt on Professor Campbell's life."
"You mean it wasn't!?" Jayne incredulously inquired.
"No, we wanted it give the police a little to go on, so as to keep them involved."
"But...."
"Don't worry, she's being taken care of even as we speak." Agent Quigely interrupted, consoling her in the coldest fashion that anyone had ever before been consoled.
"Then w-why?"
"That, is my concern, and Nobody's, but not yours," the Agent
stated, effectively ending that topic of discussion. "So how did the 'Frisco job go? Did you find anything out?"
"Well, they claim that they know nothing about the G. S.... personally sir, I believe them."
"So you killed them?"
"Well..." her words trailed off, ashamed at her failure. After a moment Jayne decided she had to tell him, "...we thought we had killed the both of them, but somehow we didn't."
"Luckily for you two girls, Nobody is satisfied with your performance in working with our 'allies' to capture Aragorn. We have him safely locked away."
The conversation went on for another thirty seconds, then ended in a manner that would have seemed rather abrupt to any outside listener.
Sitting silently once again the Agent opened a drawer in his desk, pulled out his revolver, and inserted it in it's holster. He then stood and was about to leave when the phone rang. Lifting the receiver he heard the switchboard
operator say:
"There is a woman who says she has some information on what she thinks is a kidnapping. She claims they are holding a woman hostage in a building."
Sighing in disgust the Agent told the operator to "put her through."
"This is Agent Quigely of the FBI, how can I help you?"
"I saw these guys and they had this woman all tied up and I don't think they saw me but I think they were talking German and I think one called her 'Megan' or
'Megra' or something and..." the excited voice on the other end paused to catch it's breath, "...except he wasn't talking German, the one that called her that I mean."
"Calm down Ma'am...."

- - -

CLICK The sound of a gun's hammer(?) goes back, a six shooter that is.
"Yeah, I thought so stranger!" Shorty said as he aimed it at a mirror. He wore a black fedora with the Open Telescope bash, a black jacket, a holster, and black pants. He flipped his gun back wards and then forwards before putting it back in the holster.

"Alright, if he fails to go after 'em, we gonna mull da bastud down!" A chump from Nobody's gang said while they waited at the window which was at the apartment across from Shorty's. Both of the apartments were about at the ninth or tenth floor.

Shorty's apartment had a bed in the top left corner, a dresser in the top right corner, a closet in the bottom left corner, and a door across from the dresser which led down to a very small apartment.
"Yeah, the law bastards are gonna pay." Shorty said as he stood near his bed. Quickly he took out his gun and aimed it at the mirror! He chuckled, twield it forward and back, and then put it back in his holster. He then sighed.
"Yeah, I always wanted to leave Nobody's gang not to be a cold blooded killer. Yet I'm going to do something like that right now." He said in the mirror. "What kind of bastard am I? Using an enemies method to kill another enemy?"

"Oh great. It's assassination time, boys!" The punk in the window across from Shorty's apartment said as he readied his rifle!

As Shorty was about to take off the belt, he seen the men in the window with the guns!
"Oh shit." Shorty mumbled as he took out his gun and fired before jumping for cover on the side of the window!

- - -

"Slow down you idiot!" commanded a man sitting in the backseat, holding a Tommy gun. "You are supposed to go fast after, not now!"
"...But if we don't get there soon they could turn a corner or go in a building or something," retorted the driver as he took a corner too fast, squealing the tires.

- - -

"So are you..." the Fiddler stopped speaking. He had heard a car's tires squeal, and looked over his shoulder to find the source of the noise. Realizing he wasn't going to continue the sentence, Deirdre looked up at him, but he was looking over his shoulder at the car. Following his gaze she
saw the car also, which was traveling faster than the rest of the traffic on that road.
Both noticed the car's back window was down-an unusual thing for a
chilly day. Realizing the possibility of danger, a mixture of instinct and training kicked in. The Fiddler took his arm from Deirdre, then stepped between her and
the road, turning his back full toward her and facing the road. Pulling back
his trench coat, he grabbed the pistol grip of the 'Chicago typewriter' with his
right hand, and one of the magazines from his belt with his left.
He waited a couple of seconds, then seeing the barrel of a gun extend from
the rear window of the car, lifted the Thompson to his shoulder, steadying it
with his left wrist so that his hand could keep holding the mag.
The car was to the left of him and moving fairly quickly. Taking careful aim he released a burst of fire into the backseat of the car, moving the barrel
of the gun slowly to the right as he did so, which kept it on target. The burst
emptied half his magazine. Adjusting his aim slightly he let another burst go into the windscreen and the forward window.
By this time the car was almost directly in front of him, and he saw the driver aim his pistol out the newly shattered passenger window. Tearing away the empty magazine, he let it fall and replaced it with the one he was holding.
This action took only a second, but in that time the driver had time to squeeze off a few wild rounds from his pistol. The Fiddler slammed the bolt back, then
brought the gun to his shoulder again. He took aim and let go, emptying the whole magazine as he raked the bullets across the car.
The car swerved, hitting a lamppost, which stopped it completely. The
Fiddler dropped the submachine gun and drew his Colt 1910, then ran toward the
wrecked car and the bent over streetlight.

As he neared the car he brought the semi-automatic pistol up to eye level and slowly circled the car, watching for any danger. Finding none he moved in
quickly and relieved the driver-who was still breathing but had several holes in
his chest, and a nasty gash on his forehead-of his pistol. Throwing it on the road he ran around the back of the car, leaned in the rear, passenger side window, and grabbed the Thompson from the hands of the dead would-be shooter.
Grabbing the gun from the man sitting in the passenger seat, who also appeared to be dead, he threw it and the Tommy on the ground near the driver's gun.
Turning, he half-shouted to Deirdre, "go call the station, tell them to send
some medics, and a fire truck!"
Suddenly the fear, the anger, and the sadness-which he had pushed to the back of his mind so it wouldn't interfere with his actions-could be held back no
longer. As was normal for such a situation, the Detective began to shake.
Walking over to the building near the lamppost, he leaned against it to stabilize himself. What was wrong with him? He'd had worse things happen? It
had been a long time, he had to admit, since anything had happened of this
nature.
Slowly the shaking began to calm, he waited a bit longer, still steadying
himself against the wall. Then feeling better he followed after Prof. Campbell.

- - -

As she entered a restaurant everyone looked at her expectantly, but no one
spoke. Half-stumbling to the counter because of shock, she asked the man behind
the counter if she could use his phone.
"Sure," the man replied, grabbing it quickly and setting it within her reach.
"Get me the Police Station! It's an emergency."
Repeating what the Fiddler had told her to say, she hung up, thanked the man, and started to walk dazedly out to the street again.
As she neared the door, the Detective pushed it open from the other side. She
had been holding back her emotions, but when she saw him, Deirdre couldn't hold back any longer. She began crying, then collapsed. The Fiddler caught her and
carried her outside just as the first of the medical vans arrived.
"I think the driver is still alive," he called to the first medic to climb from the van, "take care of him first, then make sure she's alright," he
commanded, raising the woman in his arms slightly to indicate who 'she' was.
"I'll get the driver," the medic commanded, then turning to his counterpart and pointing at Deirdre, instructed, "you check up on her."
After they had lain her in the back of the van, and the medic had checked her
pulse, temperature, etc.; the medic declared:
"She's alright, she just blacked out. Post traumatic stress, it happens to everyone."
"Yeah, don't I know it."

- - -

"Get up, come on let's go." Goodsport said as he shook Riggs and the bed.
"Huh?" Riggs lazily grunted.
Goodsport smacked him on the back of the head and shaked him.
"Alright, alright, alright."
Riggs got up and put on his jacket, shoes, got his gun, and they both left.

- - -

Shorty reloaded from the bullet's on his belt! He looked out the window once more and jumped back as a bullet hit the now gone window's frame inches from Shorty's head! He flew back and shattered the window on the dresser, that's how far and fast and jumped.
"Shit!"
He walked near the window again and fired a shot to keep them occupied. He started to crawl on the floor to the other end to his bed when they shot again!
"How the hell did they see me?" He said to himself as he jumped back to the side of the window. He took in a deep breath before taking another chance, and then jumped out from where he was! He kept his body and head down as low as it can go and kept his arms and guns high aimed out the window and kept firing which made them jump back in! He made it successfully to the other side of the window, and sighed as bullet's finally came through again!
"Whoa! That's a relief!" He said to himself as he slumped down near the bed. After firing off a few rounds, the bullet's around his belt were.... well not there! He took out an emergency rifle from under his bed and used that. After firing the little amount of bullet's in the rifle which succeeded in hitting one guy, he scrabbled around for his box of bullet's! He went under the bed and got the box just when a chubby man named Robert "Chubs" Williams, one of the gang's leaders who wasn't fond of guns, started to run up the fire escape from his opponents' apartment which had a clear view of Shorty! He tripped on the stairs as he ran up and lost on bullet. He reached in his pocket and grabbed another one out as he got up to the fire escape landing.

Shorty bashed the box open making a bunch of coin rolls go all over the place! A smaller box, the one with the rifle's bullets, was a metal box with another lock! Not able to open the metal box, he picked up a coin roll which gave him an idea.

Meanwhile on the catwalk landing, Robert loaded the rifle and aimed it at Shorty's apartment window a little too late!
"Hello Bob!" Shorty yelled with glee as the rifle was aimed at Robert! Shorty shot Robert who hit the wall and fell off the fire escape!
"Good bye Bob. Best dollar eighty I ever spent!" Shorty chuckled!

The car with Goodsport and Riggs stopped at Shorty's apartment to hear gunfire above!
"Oh great, a massacre I bet!" Goodsport said as he got out of the car.
"You stay here!"
He ran into the apartment! While running up the stairs, he saw four guys ahead of him who turned and held a gun in each hand at him!
"Oh great." Goodsport said as he raised his hands.

Shorty, who was occupied in a gunfight, took another dime roll and blasted the metal box and took a few bullet's and loaded them up in the rifle! He fire two at the other window and hit one guy, when suddenly behind him the door blasted open!
"Hi, Mr. Round!" A man with Goodsport in front of him with his hands up said!
"Goodbye Mr Shitpile!" Shorty said as he blasted the gun and got him in the face, a few inches from Goodsport! Shorty threw the rifle towards Goodsport who turned around and bashed the face of one of the punks with the steaming barrel of the gun! He fired and the last bullet of the rifle went through the guy and into the other! Suddenly, the last man jumped out and kicked the rifle out of Goodsport's hands, and then pulled the hammer on his six shooter back as he aimed it at Goodsport's heart! A gun fire was heard as Shorty fired one of the downed men's guns, hitting the fourth man who flew out the door!
"Top of the mornin' to ya Sporty!" Shorty said. Goodsport picked up a gun and turned towards Shorty.
"Shorty get down!" He yelled as he fire at a man at the other window, and successfully hitting him! Goodsport got up against the wall near the window beside the bed, and Shorty the other!
"So, I see you were prepared for the gunfight, cowboy!" Goodsport commented.
"Yeah, to mull all you bastards down for killing Ulla!" Shorty replied over the gunfire.
"Ulla! Who is Ulla?"
"My deceased girlfriend! I used to be part of Nobody's gang, and Ulla seamed to have been my girlfriend, although she wasn't part of his gang. So they kidnapped me, and told me what you bastards did, so I had to get revenge, you sunuva bitch!" Shorty and Goodsport fired off some bullets.
"We, and definately I, never touched her! I never shot a women! Actually, we never even knew or heard of her! But if she wasn't in Nobody's gang, then why would they tell you about it if she had nothing to do with them? They obviously don't take respect in people who are in a way competing against them! They obviously killed her and wanted you to take revenge on us. So they figured they would cover up their name for a killing of their opponenet a-k-a Ulla, you, and a little of the law and not have a hair of their's in the blame!" Goodsport fired off some shots.
"Damn, that's right!" Shorty said with anger. "Those son's of bitches!" Shorty jumped in front of the window and fired all the bullet's in both of the six shooters, when a bullet made him hit the floor! He looked at the gun which was dented on the bullet chamber.
"Damn that was close!" Shorty said. When they least expected it, Goodsport jumped out and fired a shot. Before he could jump back in, he got a slug to the shoulder making him fall back!
"They killed ya! The bastard's killed ya!" Shorty said as he dragged him towards the dresser. Shorty pointed his arm out and fired as many shots as possible and jumped to the floor as bullet's went all over the place, in and out of the room!
"You son of a bitch!" Shorty yelled as he threw away the two empty guns and reached for the rifle. "You killed Goodsport! And you killed Ulla! You knew her!" Shorty yelled as he attempted to fire the empty gun! He threw it down and crawled towards Goodsport where there was a few more guns! Goodsport started getting up.
"You're ok!" Shorty exclaimed.
"Of course! It was only my shoulder!"

- - -

Meanwhile, on the street where Riggs was...
"Oh no." Riggs mumbled.
Riggs looked in awe and fright at men with black trenchcoats, hats, and machine guns approching with three cars ahead of them!
"The Germans!" Riggs exclaimed!

- - -

Shorty and Goodsport heard footsteps running up the stairs after the German's busted into the building!
"Oh no." Goodsport said.
The outside of the building was calm, their bullet's were loaded and they might be able to get through the hail of fire; on the outside!
"Let's get out of here!" Goodsport yelled!
Both him and Shorty jumped out of the window onto the fire escape! They fired and fired at the other end! Just then, the other side returned fire hitting Goodsport in the thigh and the other shoulder! Goodsport flew down the stairs as did Shorty who pushed him down their! Shorty got shot in the thigh as well when they landed on the other landing of the fire escape! Shorty and Goodsport started to roll across the landing and then flew off the balcony!
"AAAAHHHH!" They yelled on the top of their lungs as they started to fall to the abyss below! They then started to fall through awnings and then landed on the last one without breaking through! Just then, the German's bashed through Shorty's apartment door and fired at the goons at the other apartment!

Shorty and Goodsport rolled off the awning and landed on the pavement near the car where Riggs was hiding behind which was bullet proof!
"Oh great!" Riggs exclaimed as he shot off some bullets.
As he threw the two injured men in the car, the three German cars started to go after them!
"Perfect, just perfect!" Riggs nervously went on! The German cars weren't too far behind as Riggs high tailed out of there!

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Oops! Image error! Read this one instead.... Short Round 16:52:56 2/23/2000 (8)
- A few points of contention... Goodsport 10:07:26 2/24/2000 (7)
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  - Another small point... Goodsport 10:17:41 2/24/2000 (3)
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: If it sucks or has errors, than fiddler will write an all new chapt 8.

: CHAPTER 8
: "OUCH!" Riggs shrieked 
: "Alright you wimp!." Goodsport said as he poured whiskey on Riggs' wrist. 
: "This is what happens when you're reckless!" 
: Goodsport lopsidedly grinned. 
: "Shut up!" Riggs said through gritted teeth. 
: After putting a bandage on Riggs' wrist, Riggs got up and grabbed his jacket. 
: "Where ya going?" Goodsport asked as he took off his holster(The chest one that is). 
: "Where else? A hotel, it's late, I'm tired and we had one helluva day." 
: "Why don't you stay over for the night?" 
: Riggs stopped for a second and hesitated. 
: "Yeah, why not." Riggs took off his jacket and flopped his shoes off on the floor. 
: "I'll need you to assisst me tomorrow. Gotta talk to my buddy Shorty, he might know some stuff about the Golden Spider." 
: "Good." Riggs grunted.

: - - -

: The arms custodian looked up as a tall man in a gray trench coat and fedora 
: stepped off of the stairs that led down from the offices and detention area of 
: the police station above. 
: "Hello sir," he greeted from behind the counter that was built into the wall. 
: "Detective," the Fiddler corrected, showing the man his badge. 
: "Okay Detective, what can I do for you?" 
: "I need a Thompson." 
: The officer nodded and stepped away from the counter, turned and retrieved a "Tommy gun." 
: "Here you go, what kind of drum do you need?" 
: "Give me three of those twenty round magazines," the Fiddler responded; gesturing toward a stack of loaded magazines sitting on a shelf behind the keeper. Retrieving the mags the custodian questioned, "anything else 
: I can get you Detective?" 
: "Yeah, you wouldn't happen to have one of those apparatuses that hangs these at your side, would you?" the Detective inquired, lifting the gun slightly as he did so. Having anticipated the point of the question, the man behind the counter opened a drawer in front of him and removed a length of leather that was about two feet long. It had a steal belt clip on one end, and a riveted strap and buckle on the other. 
: "One of these?" the Keeper smiled. 
: Surprised slightly at the speed with which the custodian had retrieved the object, he answered, "yes, that's exactly what I was looking for." 
: Strapping the one end of the leather dangler around the stock of the Thompson, the Fiddler clipped the other end of the strap to the belt of his shoulder-holster rig. It was the strap that ran under his right shoulder. When let hang, this placed the Thompson's pistol grip about where his right hand hung, when his arm was dropped at his side. He then picked up one of the clips and locked it into place. Grabbing the other two he shoved them into his belt, worked the action on the gun, then let it fall to his side. Making sure it was 
: hanging at the right height, he then pulled his trench coat around it, and left. As he ascended the stairs, the Fiddler noticed that the submachine gun swung with his movements, and at times banged against his legs. Reaching in the hand warmer of his trench coat, he discovered that he could grab the pistol grip and stead the gun, without exposing it or making his actions obvious. 
: <img src="http://fiddler.hypermart.net/indy_gs/tommy-gun.gif">

: - - -

: James started backing up as the debris fell from the cieling. 
: "Holy smokes, this is nuts!" He mumbled to himself. 
: James hesitated to run back, but the ground shaking made him trip and fall face first into a skeleton! 
: "AAAAHHHH!"
: The light from his Zippo illuminated a machete the skeleton had in his hand. 
: "Well, well, look at this." James said as he grabbed it. 
: Running as far from the dead end as possible, He bumped into a wall of vines. He stabbed at it with the machete. 
: "Come on, come on!" 
: It finally got through and it cut away a passage. He then turned to hear a more louder and closer roar! James looked up at where it was coming from.
: "AAAAHHH!" 
: There was no cieling above this wall of vines, and coming down it was another spider! Except it had red blotches on it. 
: "Perfect!" 
: James jumped through the passage and after tripping over cobwebs got up and started to run until he felt colder and more cobwebs in his face. Cutting away with the machete, the floor felt damper and he slipped! But it wasn't only for the dampness why he slipped: He started to fall down a tunnel-like slide! He bashed the machete into the ground which dug easily into the soft and moist ground! Just then, it hit a rock in the ground and the handle broke, leaving James un-controllably plunging down the tunnel! He then got to the end of the tunnel and plunged high! After a few seconds he fell in water, obviously an underwater cave. Swimming to the top, he gasped for air. After a few minutes, James felt something move passed his leg. 
: "Great, more creatures and I'm pretty sure an oversized one as well!" 
: He searched for his pocket knife and took it out. He was lifted into the air and plopped back into the water by the nose of the creature! The creature jumped out of the water and back in! He tackled James and pushed him more deeper! Struggling with the beast, James stabbed it with the knife, making little effect on the creature! He then stabbed it again, making the knife go as deep as possible and then running the knife back and forth! The beast made a shrieking and ear peircing noise under water before turning back and swimming away leaving a trail of blood. James swam and surfaced as fast as possible, gasping for air! He took a breather and started to float on his back. He coughed a little until he hit something in the water, and this time it wasn't alive.

: - - -

: Webley moaned and shook his head after a few minutes. 
: "Finally. Boy, you're gonna get it!" Micah said with a grin. 
: He peered over Webley who jabbed him in the jaw! As Micah jerked back, Webley got up and kicked him in the face knocking him out! Webley gave a salute and started to run the opposite way of Doc Jones, the spider, and Micah!

: Indiana Jones backed up slowly and cracked his whip at the spider! The spider shrieked in pain a few times, but even louder after Indy got his left eye! 
: "That'll teach ya, buddy!" Indy said. 
: He then whipped the furious spider's front leg(One out of many) and pulled on it! The spider returned the pull sending Indy flying towards him! The spider kept it's head down and jerked it up hitting Indy and making him fly some yards back! Indy looked up to see the spider slowly approaching him!

: - - -

: His gait was smooth and of moderate speed as he made his way down the New York sidewalk.  At the moment, both he and his companion, Deirdre Campbell, were silent as they walked to an undecided destination. 
: It had rained the day before and night had been cold enough to freeze the rain on the ground.  Having noticed this, the Fiddler was watching the walk in front of them carefully, to be sure that he didn't slip. 
: Deirdre was lost in thought.  She'd come to terms with the tragedy, and was playing the events over and over in her mind.  Trying to remember the events that took place immediately before the blast. 
: Noticing a low spot in the walk the Detective changed his pace slightly so that his left foot would land next to the frozen puddle, rather than his right landing on it and possibly causing him to slip. 
: Caught up in her thoughts, Deirdre hadn't seen the ice.  Luckily for her the Fiddler had noticed that she wasn't paying attention, and reacted quickly when she stepped on the ice and slipped. 
: "Whaaoo..." she half yelped when she found herself helpless to prevent the fall. 
: Grabbing her light body mid-fall, he lifted her back onto an upright 
: position... holding on slightly longer than needed to make sure she'd regained her balance. 
: "You okay?" the Detective asked smiling. 
: "Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, straightening her hair. 
: "Here." the Fiddler offered her his arm, "...hold onto me so you don't fall again." 
: Taking his arm she began to thank him, but stopped mid-sentence as a memory returned.

: - - -

: Brett was lying in bed at his Mountie cabin, sound a sleep. He had a jar carefuly balanced on the door knob to fall and break to awake him if anyone was trying to get in, which worked on several occasions. He had a nicely kept desk, a file cabinet, a shelf of books, and a few more decorative accesories.

: In Jeefs cabin which he begged Brett to have for his own, was junky, messy, and smelly.

: Brett got up to go to the bathroom. Coming out, he didn't notice the shadow which just passed his window. Then, something did catch his attention: A twig breaking! 
: "Jeef, another one of your jokes?" He said as he removed the bottle and walked outside. Suddenly, a foot jabs him in the stomach from the right, and a fist from the left slugs him in the face making him fly backwards into the room! Brett stumbled onto his desk and hit a vase along with a giant bell off the desk!

: Jeef, who was sound asleep, jumped up startled at the noise. 
: "Wha..." He grunted as he got up, puts on his robe and shoes, and then walks outside to see that Brett's cabin door is open! 
: "What's going on?" Jeef said to himself as he jogged on over to it.

: Brett, being strangled and questioned in German which he does not understand. 
: "Vere dis you put zee carriage?" The German then says in English. 
: Well if you will let me talk I would tell you dammit! Brett thought to himself as the choking makes his face turn red! They then hear a cliking noise behind them which makes them turn around swiftly. 
: "Let him go." Jeef says as he holds a gun to their heads! 
: Easily they surrender, but it seams like a trick. Putting their hands behind their heads, Jeef didn't notice that one of them is pulling out a knife from the back of his coat! Brett, who's in pain, noticed it as a blurry yet shiny object. As his sight gets clearer, he can perfectly see it's a knife! 
: "Jeef look out!" Brett yells as he kicks the man with both feet from his position laying on the table! The man flies forward knocking the gun out of Jeef's hand and dropping the knife! As the other man pulls out a gun, Brett jumps on him and puts him in a headlock! 
: "You don't like it either, do you?" He said as he chuckles goofily. 
: Both Jeef and the other German run for the gun! The German gets it and Jeef jumps right on top of him! Bashing his hand against the floor, the man dropped the gun! Jeef jumps forward and grabs it just as the goon runs and grabs the knife! Turning around just in time, Jeef sees the man running at him with the knife! Shooting, the bullet penetrates the man's other shoulder and the second bullet flies wild a few inches from his head! Noticing the man still is falling! Jeef rolls out of the way as the man lands and the knife goes through the floor! Jeef jumps on him again and they roll a few times until Jeef is on top of him! The German then head butts Jeef who rolls off of him! As Jeef gets up, so does the German! The German knees him in the face and looks at his partner who is tangled with Brett! Jumping on Brett, the German throws him into the book shelf which falls on Brett! 
: "Come on, let's split!" The German says in a perfect English accent! As they run out, Jeef who is on the floor, grabs the gun and shoots, hitting the German in the side! The Germans get away. 
: "You ok, Jeef?" Brett says as he walks over to him. 
: "Yeah." Jeef replies. 
: "We gotta go investigate the stolen carriage. 
: "Why?" 
: "They wanted it for some reason."

: - - -

: "Yeah! As I fell, because of the blast, I remember thinking it strange that it would be women who would bring the bomb into the auditorium." She paused, then excitedly added, "it's strange the things you think of at times like that." 
: "Alright, I understand that, but what made you think that?" 
: "The way they moved, their actions.  It was just....  I don't know, they were females, I just know it."  Deirdre insisted, still unable to clearly recall the minutes immediately before the blast. 
: "Alright, I believe you," the Detective comforted as he grinned at the woman on his arm. 
: Satisfied, Professor Campbell returned to her concentration, attempting to use the new information to help her self clear the fog that clouded her memories.

: - - -

: Muppet walked slowly to where he heard the voice and stopped when he came to a back room. Just then a foot came out and kicked him in the face sending him back a few feet! He pointed the gun up to have it kicked out of reach! 
: "Oh goody! A double-death party for me!" Muppet sarcastically said chuckling! 
: The opponent jumped on him and they rolled around wrestling! Muppet then head-butted the goon off of him and they both stood up to face each other again! The goon took out a knife and so did Muppet. Muppet swung two times and missed. As he was about to stand up-right again, the mysterious stalker swung and Muppet backed away and fell flat on his butt. Muppet jumped up and lunged at the goon unexpectedly! As he did, the man side stepped and put his knife in Muppet's way, making a big and long cut across Muppet's arm. 
: "AAAARRGH!" Muppet groaned as he lay face first on the floor. He turned to see the punk slowly approaching him. Muppet started to back away until he stopped at a shelf. 
: "I have you now." The mysterious man said. 
: "Not any more!" 
: Muppet reached above and grabbed a heavy pouch and threw it at the goon's face! He got up and jumped to the side as the punk threw the knife, hitting the shelf and missing Muppet by inches! Turning Muppet seen the guy go for the knife. Muppet grabbed the side of the shelf and threw it on the punk killing him instantly. 
: "And that's two for Muppet." He said to himself as he stepped over the guy and grabbed his gun on the far side of the room. 
: "Mmmmmmm.." The supposedly dead man moaned. 
: "Ahhh, shut up." Muppet said as he shot him three times.

: Walking towards Ulla's corpse, Muppet got out a mini camera and took a few pictures. 
: "Mission complete. Nobody'll be real satisfied." Muppet walks away.

: - - -

: Two days later...

: Shorty sneaked out of the building and was about to sneak across the street. 
: "Alright, stop right there!" A spine tingling voice from behind boomed. 
: "Abramoff, sir, I just want to go home!" Shorty whined. "Plus, I'm hungry and my dog needs to be fed." 
: "You don't got a dog." Sgt. Abramoff rolls his eyes. 
: Just then, a black limo screeched across the corner drawing both Shorty and Sgt. Arbamoff's attention! 
: "Not too good." Shorty mumbles. 
: Two hooded men stick their heads out the window holding two guns in each hand. They fired making Sgt. Abramoff and Shorty jump to the ground! Stopping, they jumped out of the car, grabbed Shorty, and jumped back in! 
: "Stop!" Abramoff said as he jumped up pointing his gun. 
: They went off and out of sight of Abramoff.

: - - -

: In the car, the hooded men kept their guns on Shorty. 
: "Look, I'm a museum director from the city of Los Angeles!" Shorty says, nervously. "I don't have anything and those guys were uh... my parol officers! I swear! I'm a museum director from the city of Los Angeles!" 
: "I'm a Museum Director from the city of Los Angeles!" One of the hooded thugs says with a mocking voice. 
: He then takes his mask off to reveal a young looking guy in his early twenties, about Shorty's age or younger. 
: "Indiana Shorty! It's been years!" Shorty says chuckling until he stops, seriously pissed. "What the hell was that!? You could have killed somebody, more than that - You could have killed me! What were you thinking?" 
: "I didn't do any harm, Short stuff." Indiana Short Round said. "I just came to help you. Those people who they see them selves as Detectives and serving innocent people are more your enemy than anyone else I can think of. They killed her." 
: "Who?" 
: "Ulla, your girlfriend." Indy Shorty puts his head down with sorrow. 
: "No! This is not a funny joke dammit! I left your gang a couple of years ago because I didn't want to continue the crimes and the killing, but you have drawn the line! Making up an excuse saying that Ulla is dead... Well you can kiss my ass because I'm not part of the gang no more, and if you think saying Ulla is dead is an excuse for revenge of her, "Killers" can get me back. Well it's not working!" Shorty huffed! 
: "Well will this convince you..." Indiana Short Round pulled out a picture of Ulla's corpse. Shorty gasped in surprise as a tear ran down his eyes. 
: "Alright. I want to know each and every bastard who killed her!" 
: Shorty snarled

: The car dropped Shorty off to his apartment. It had been some day, and he was tired. As he walked upstairs, he reached into his pocket for the key and unlocked the door as quickly as possible, stormed in and slammed it. 
: Shorty slumped down on his bed. It had been some day and it would be more tomorrow! Little did Shorty know that it was Nobody's gang that murdered Ulla and blamed it on the law and such. Their plot had worked and they made Shorty turn against the law and he is now going to commit suicide by trying to massacre them - Anyone who leaves Nobody's gang doesn't live to escape them fully! And if he doesn't go after the law, then Nobody's gang will assassinate him. Besides that, there are German's on his tail which makes it even worse. How he survives this adventure no one will know!

: - - -

: He sat behind his desk, waiting patiently for the phone call that he knew would surely come. His cold blue-gray eyes, that gave chills to almost anyone who dared look into them, were now staring blankly into the mass of gray snow clouds that covered the full arc of sky visible outside his office windows. The phone rang, he lifted the receiver, then placed it against his ear. 
: "Yes?" he answered, though he already knew who it was. 
: "The horse is a fast animal..." stated Jayne's voice, beginning the code, and verifying that her end of the line was 'clean.' 
: "...But the cheetah is faster," finished FBI Agent Walter Quigley, 
: confirming that he was free to talk also. 
: "Agent?" 
: "Who else?" 
: "How'd we do sir?" 
: "In New York?" Then, he answered his own question without giving Jayne a chance, "you two performed admirably. Nobody is quite pleased, plenty of people were killed, and it looked like a real attempt on Professor Campbell's life." 
: "You mean it wasn't!?" Jayne incredulously inquired. 
: "No, we wanted it give the police a little to go on, so as to keep them involved." 
: "But...." 
: "Don't worry, she's being taken care of even as we speak." Agent Quigely interrupted, consoling her in the coldest fashion that anyone had ever before been consoled. 
: "Then w-why?" 
: "That, is my concern, and Nobody's, but not yours," the Agent 
: stated, effectively ending that topic of discussion. "So how did the 'Frisco job go? Did you find anything out?" 
: "Well, they claim that they know nothing about the G. S.... personally sir, I believe them." 
: "So you killed them?" 
: "Well..." her words trailed off, ashamed at her failure. After a moment Jayne decided she had to tell him, "...we thought we had killed the both of them, but somehow we didn't." 
: "Luckily for you two girls, Nobody is satisfied with your performance in working with our 'allies' to capture Aragorn. We have him safely locked away." 
: The conversation went on for another thirty seconds, then ended in a manner that would have seemed rather abrupt to any outside listener. 
: Sitting silently once again the Agent opened a drawer in his desk, pulled out his revolver, and inserted it in it's holster. He then stood and was about to leave when the phone rang. Lifting the receiver he heard the switchboard 
: operator say: 
: "There is a woman who says she has some information on what she thinks is a kidnapping. She claims they are holding a woman hostage in a building." 
: Sighing in disgust the Agent told the operator to "put her through." 
: "This is Agent Quigely of the FBI, how can I help you?" 
: "I saw these guys and they had this woman all tied up and I don't think they saw me but I think they were talking German and I think one called her 'Megan' or 
: 'Megra' or something and..." the excited voice on the other end paused to catch it's breath, "...except he wasn't talking German, the one that called her that I mean." 
: "Calm down Ma'am...."

: - - -

: CLICK The sound of a gun's hammer(?) goes back, a six shooter that is. 
: "Yeah, I thought so stranger!" Shorty said as he aimed it at a mirror. He wore a black fedora with the Open Telescope bash, a black jacket, a holster, and black pants. He flipped his gun back wards and then forwards before putting it back in the holster.

: "Alright, if he fails to go after 'em, we gonna mull da bastud down!" A chump from Nobody's gang said while they waited at the window which was at the apartment across from Shorty's. Both of the apartments were about at the ninth or tenth floor.

: Shorty's apartment had a bed in the top left corner, a dresser in the top right corner, a closet in the bottom left corner, and a door across from the dresser which led down to a very small apartment. 
: "Yeah, the law bastards are gonna pay." Shorty said as he stood near his bed. Quickly he took out his gun and aimed it at the mirror! He chuckled, twield it forward and back, and then put it back in his holster. He then sighed. 
: "Yeah, I always wanted to leave Nobody's gang not to be a cold blooded killer. Yet I'm going to do something like that right now." He said in the mirror. "What kind of bastard am I? Using an enemies method to kill another enemy?"

: "Oh great. It's assassination time, boys!" The punk in the window across from Shorty's apartment said as he readied his rifle!

: As Shorty was about to take off the belt, he seen the men in the window with the guns! 
: "Oh shit." Shorty mumbled as he took out his gun and fired before jumping for cover on the side of the window!

: - - -

: "Slow down you idiot!" commanded a man sitting in the backseat, holding a Tommy gun.  "You are supposed to go fast after, not now!" 
: "...But if we don't get there soon they could turn a corner or go in a building or something," retorted the driver as he took a corner too fast, squealing the tires.

: - - -

: "So are you..." the Fiddler stopped speaking. He had heard a car's tires squeal, and looked over his shoulder to find the source of the noise. Realizing he wasn't going to continue the sentence, Deirdre looked up at him, but he was looking over his shoulder at the car. Following his gaze she 
: saw the car also, which was traveling faster than the rest of the traffic on that road. 
: Both noticed the car's back window was down-an unusual thing for a 
: chilly day. Realizing the possibility of danger, a mixture of instinct and training kicked in. The Fiddler took his arm from Deirdre, then stepped between her and 
: the road, turning his back full toward her and facing the road. Pulling back 
: his trench coat, he grabbed the pistol grip of the 'Chicago typewriter' with his 
: right hand, and one of the magazines from his belt with his left. 
: He waited a couple of seconds, then seeing the barrel of a gun extend from 
: the rear window of the car, lifted the Thompson to his shoulder, steadying it 
: with his left wrist so that his hand could keep holding the mag. 
: The car was to the left of him and moving fairly quickly. Taking careful aim he released a burst of fire into the backseat of the car, moving the barrel 
: of the gun slowly to the right as he did so, which kept it on target. The burst 
: emptied half his magazine. Adjusting his aim slightly he let another burst go into the windscreen and the forward window. 
: By this time the car was almost directly in front of him, and he saw the driver aim his pistol out the newly shattered passenger window. Tearing away the empty magazine, he let it fall and replaced it with the one he was holding. 
: This action took only a second, but in that time the driver had time to squeeze off a few wild rounds from his pistol. The Fiddler slammed the bolt back, then 
: brought the gun to his shoulder again. He took aim and let go, emptying the whole magazine as he raked the bullets across the car. 
: The car swerved, hitting a lamppost, which stopped it completely. The 
: Fiddler dropped the submachine gun and drew his Colt 1910, then ran toward the 
: wrecked car and the bent over streetlight. 
: <img="http://fiddler.hypermart.net/indy_gs/1910.JPG> 
: As he neared the car he brought the semi-automatic pistol up to eye level and slowly circled the car, watching for any danger. Finding none he moved in 
: quickly and relieved the driver-who was still breathing but had several holes in 
: his chest, and a nasty gash on his forehead-of his pistol. Throwing it on the road he ran around the back of the car, leaned in the rear, passenger side window, and grabbed the Thompson from the hands of the dead would-be shooter. 
: Grabbing the gun from the man sitting in the passenger seat, who also appeared to be dead, he threw it and the Tommy on the ground near the driver's gun. 
: Turning, he half-shouted to Deirdre, "go call the station, tell them to send 
: some medics, and a fire truck!" 
: Suddenly the fear, the anger, and the sadness-which he had pushed to the back of his mind so it wouldn't interfere with his actions-could be held back no 
: longer. As was normal for such a situation, the Detective began to shake. 
: Walking over to the building near the lamppost, he leaned against it to stabilize himself. What was wrong with him? He'd had worse things happen? It 
: had been a long time, he had to admit, since anything had happened of this 
: nature. 
: Slowly the shaking began to calm, he waited a bit longer, still steadying 
: himself against the wall. Then feeling better he followed after Prof. Campbell.

: - - -

: As she entered a restaurant everyone looked at her expectantly, but no one 
: spoke. Half-stumbling to the counter because of shock, she asked the man behind 
: the counter if she could use his phone. 
: "Sure," the man replied, grabbing it quickly and setting it within her reach. 
: "Get me the Police Station! It's an emergency." 
: Repeating what the Fiddler had told her to say, she hung up, thanked the man, and started to walk dazedly out to the street again. 
: As she neared the door, the Detective pushed it open from the other side. She 
: had been holding back her emotions, but when she saw him, Deirdre couldn't hold back any longer. She began crying, then collapsed. The Fiddler caught her and 
: carried her outside just as the first of the medical vans arrived. 
: "I think the driver is still alive," he called to the first medic to climb from the van, "take care of him first, then make sure she's alright," he 
: commanded, raising the woman in his arms slightly to indicate who 'she' was. 
: "I'll get the driver," the medic commanded, then turning to his counterpart and pointing at Deirdre, instructed, "you check up on her." 
: After they had lain her in the back of the van, and the medic had checked her 
: pulse, temperature, etc.; the medic declared: 
: "She's alright, she just blacked out. Post traumatic stress, it happens to everyone." 
: "Yeah, don't I know it."

: - - -

: "Get up, come on let's go." Goodsport said as he shook Riggs and the bed. 
: "Huh?" Riggs lazily grunted. 
: Goodsport smacked him on the back of the head and shaked him. 
: "Alright, alright, alright." 
: Riggs got up and put on his jacket, shoes, got his gun, and they both left.

: - - -

: Shorty reloaded from the bullet's on his belt! He looked out the window once more and jumped back as a bullet hit the now gone window's frame inches from Shorty's head! He flew back and shattered the window on the dresser, that's how far and fast and jumped. 
: "Shit!" 
: He walked near the window again and fired a shot to keep them occupied. He started to crawl on the floor to the other end to his bed when they shot again! 
: "How the hell did they see me?" He said to himself as he jumped back to the side of the window. He took in a deep breath before taking another chance, and then jumped out from where he was! He kept his body and head down as low as it can go and kept his arms and guns high aimed out the window and kept firing which made them jump back in! He made it successfully to the other side of the window, and sighed as bullet's finally came through again! 
: "Whoa! That's a relief!" He said to himself as he slumped down near the bed. After firing off a few rounds, the bullet's around his belt were.... well not there! He took out an emergency rifle from under his bed and used that. After firing the little amount of bullet's in the rifle which succeeded in hitting one guy, he scrabbled around for his box of bullet's! He went under the bed and got the box just when a chubby man named Robert "Chubs" Williams, one of the gang's leaders who wasn't fond of guns, started to run up the fire escape from his opponents' apartment which had a clear view of Shorty! He tripped on the stairs as he ran up and lost on bullet. He reached in his pocket and grabbed another one out as he got up to the fire escape landing.

: Shorty bashed the box open making a bunch of coin rolls go all over the place! A smaller box, the one with the rifle's bullets, was a metal box with another lock! Not able to open the metal box, he picked up a coin roll which gave him an idea.

: Meanwhile on the catwalk landing, Robert loaded the rifle and aimed it at Shorty's apartment window a little too late! 
: "Hello Bob!" Shorty yelled with glee as the rifle was aimed at Robert! Shorty shot Robert who hit the wall and fell off the fire escape! 
: "Good bye Bob. Best dollar eighty I ever spent!" Shorty chuckled!

: The car with Goodsport and Riggs stopped at Shorty's apartment to hear gunfire above! 
: "Oh great, a massacre I bet!" Goodsport said as he got out of the car. 
: "You stay here!" 
: He ran into the apartment! While running up the stairs, he saw four guys ahead of him who turned and held a gun in each hand at him! 
: "Oh great." Goodsport said as he raised his hands.

: Shorty, who was occupied in a gunfight, took another dime roll and blasted the metal box and took a few bullet's and loaded them up in the rifle! He fire two at the other window and hit one guy, when suddenly behind him the door blasted open! 
: "Hi, Mr. Round!" A man with Goodsport in front of him with his hands up said! 
: "Goodbye Mr Shitpile!" Shorty said as he blasted the gun and got him in the face, a few inches from Goodsport! Shorty threw the rifle towards Goodsport who turned around and bashed the face of one of the punks with the steaming barrel of the gun! He fired and the last bullet of the rifle went through the guy and into the other! Suddenly, the last man jumped out and kicked the rifle out of Goodsport's hands, and then pulled the hammer on his six shooter back as he aimed it at Goodsport's heart! A gun fire was heard as Shorty fired one of the downed men's guns, hitting the fourth man who flew out the door! 
: "Top of the mornin' to ya Sporty!" Shorty said. Goodsport picked up a gun and turned towards Shorty. 
: "Shorty get down!" He yelled as he fire at a man at the other window, and successfully hitting him! Goodsport got up against the wall near the window beside the bed, and Shorty the other! 
: "So, I see you were prepared for the gunfight, cowboy!" Goodsport commented. 
: "Yeah, to mull all you bastards down for killing Ulla!" Shorty replied over the gunfire. 
: "Ulla! Who is Ulla?" 
: "My deceased girlfriend! I used to be part of Nobody's gang, and Ulla seamed to have been my girlfriend, although she wasn't part of his gang. So they kidnapped me, and told me what you bastards did, so I had to get revenge, you sunuva bitch!" Shorty and Goodsport fired off some bullets. 
: "We, and definately I, never touched her! I never shot a women! Actually, we never even knew or heard of her! But if she wasn't in Nobody's gang, then why would they tell you about it if she had nothing to do with them? They obviously don't take respect in people who are in a way competing against them! They obviously killed her and wanted you to take revenge on us. So they figured they would cover up their name for a killing of their opponenet a-k-a Ulla, you, and a little of the law and not have a hair of their's in the blame!" Goodsport fired off some shots. 
: "Damn, that's right!" Shorty said with anger. "Those son's of bitches!" Shorty jumped in front of the window and fired all the bullet's in both of the six shooters, when a bullet made him hit the floor! He looked at the gun which was dented on the bullet chamber. 
: "Damn that was close!" Shorty said. When they least expected it, Goodsport jumped out and fired a shot. Before he could jump back in, he got a slug to the shoulder making him fall back! 
: "They killed ya! The bastard's killed ya!" Shorty said as he dragged him towards the dresser. Shorty pointed his arm out and fired as many shots as possible and jumped to the floor as bullet's went all over the place, in and out of the room! 
: "You son of a bitch!" Shorty yelled as he threw away the two empty guns and reached for the rifle. "You killed Goodsport! And you killed Ulla! You knew her!" Shorty yelled as he attempted to fire the empty gun! He threw it down and crawled towards Goodsport where there was a few more guns! Goodsport started getting up. 
: "You're ok!" Shorty exclaimed. 
: "Of course! It was only my shoulder!"

: - - -

: Meanwhile, on the street where Riggs was... 
: "Oh no." Riggs mumbled. 
: Riggs looked in awe and fright at men with black trenchcoats, hats, and machine guns approching with three cars ahead of them! 
: "The Germans!" Riggs exclaimed!

: - - -

: Shorty and Goodsport heard footsteps running up the stairs after the German's busted into the building! 
: "Oh no." Goodsport said. 
: The outside of the building was calm, their bullet's were loaded and they might be able to get through the hail of fire; on the outside! 
: "Let's get out of here!" Goodsport yelled! 
: Both him and Shorty jumped out of the window onto the fire escape! They fired and fired at the other end! Just then, the other side returned fire hitting Goodsport in the thigh and the other shoulder! Goodsport flew down the stairs as did Shorty who pushed him down their! Shorty got shot in the thigh as well when they landed on the other landing of the fire escape! Shorty and Goodsport started to roll across the landing and then flew off the balcony! 
: "AAAAHHHH!" They yelled on the top of their lungs as they started to fall to the abyss below! They then started to fall through awnings and then landed on the last one without breaking through! Just then, the German's bashed through Shorty's apartment door and fired at the goons at the other apartment!

: Shorty and Goodsport rolled off the awning and landed on the pavement near the car where Riggs was hiding behind which was bullet proof! 
: "Oh great!" Riggs exclaimed as he shot off some bullets. 
: As he threw the two injured men in the car, the three German cars started to go after them! 
: "Perfect, just perfect!" Riggs nervously went on! The German cars weren't too far behind as Riggs high tailed out of there!

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