Chapter 2
Furniture Store, a Detective and a Barrel of Monkeys
Based off the adventures I had while playing SSRP ZARP
Written by Relcodem
Special Character appearance: ITZEVILDUCK
Foster stares at a quaint old dry cleaning place, it has a nice window on the front... but he can't help but express his dissatisfaction"Yeeesh! I don't think its worth the money....." Pro-Scope chimes in with a comment "Where did you get that wallet?"
Foster's spine chills as he pulls out a wallet from his pocket "Oh this? I stole it from the bus driver, pretty sure he won't mind... driving inmates is a pretty depressing job anyways" He mumbles as he unzips and counts the bills inside... "100...200..." Pro-scope doesn't seem to mind, looking side to side like a owl waiting for prey.
A few minutes later... Foster finishes counting and is surprised by the results "Jesus this bus driver has almost one hundred thousand worth of cash in his wallet! The fuck!?" He quickly closes up the wallet, putting it back in his pocket and he goes to the closest payphone and calls the number shown on the "For sale!" sign.
After a few minutes, He finishes up the call and hangs up... "Alright! We got the place!" he is about to High-five Pro-scopes when suddenly a black Ford Focus screeches to a stop on a curb nearby... a man in a black suit stepping out as he looks at his watch... he is waiting for someone. "Damn where is he..." The man takes an angry bite out of a chicken burrito.
Pro-Scopez and Foster enter the dry cleaning place, it is full of cobwebs and in clear dis-use... "Jeez disgusting" Foster comments, Pro-scope quickly looking at Foster "I know that, I have eyes" He has a faint hint of annoyance in his voice. After a few hours the black suited man enters his Ford focus and drives off and Foster Pro-Scope get to work.
Foster sighs as he cleans up the cobwebs behind the counter when suddenly an explosion is heard outside! The front window cracks open as a man dives through "Help me!" The man screams as bullets whiz through the broken window. "OH SHIT!" Foster gets to the ground as Pro-Scope whips out a desert eagle and fires back through the window!
"My name is Rick! Please dear god stop them!" The man pleads to Foster and Pro-Scopez as the gunfight continues on and on, suddenly a grenade is tossed through the window! "Its an HE grenade get the fuck down!" Pro-Scopez quickly informs them as all 3 of them get back behind the counter! The explosion rips itself through the building, blowing up the entire front of the dry cleaning store...
Two gangsters outside cackle to each other "Yeah that's the end of Ducky..... fucking snitch.. I hope you hear this from beyond the grave Ducky, you crossed the wrong barrel of monkeys""They climb into their brown truck and drive off. Rick, Pro and Foster poke their heads up from behind the counter and seem quite confused at the situation except for Rick who seems far more worried then safe...
"Ducky? That's a silly na-" Foster attempts to make a snarky comment but is cut off by pro-scopes bopping him on the head with his fist "Cut that shit out with the silly names..."
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Chapter 3: Police Work
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