Mitchell drove a limo over to the port, where an anxious Videospirit and a rich generic guy were waiting. Videospirit loaded a suitcase into the trunk, and Mitchell drove off.
After he passed a phone booth, the watching demigod picked up the phone and called Wilfredo.
Wilfredo listened to demigod’s report, then called Pierson. “What do you want?” asked Pierson.
“The shipment’s on its way,” said Wilfredo.
“I hope everything goes smooth,” said Pierson.
“There have been a few changes, though,” said Wilfredo. “You know that Mitchell that’s been following me around? He’s delivering the shipment.”
“Are you out of your mind?” shouted Pierson.
“No, I’ll be out on my boat,” said Wilfredo. “Just tie up the loose ends.” He then hung up, and called the RPGCPD.
Heaven’s Soldier returned from his vacation, only to find the phone ringing. “Hello?” he answered. “What? One of my cops is in trouble? I’ll be right on it!” He hung up, grabbed a nearby civilian named Angel, jumped into a chopper, and flew off.
The car finally reached the entrance to Jim’s tomb. Just as they thought, the entrance was smashed open, and the interior was recently lit with torches. “Let’s get going inside,” said Weiila. “I’ve had enough of this guy.”
“I take insult to that,” said a voice from out of nowhere. “You don’t even know if I’m a guy.”
“Are you?” asked Poke.
“…Yes,” said the voice. “However, if I wasn’t, I would have been greatly insulted, and would have killed you much more slowly. As it is, I’ll just pound your head in.” The shadowy figure melted from the shadows inside the tomb, carrying the Treasures of Fanfiction.
“Finally, he reveals himself,” said Galloway.
“And now, you must die,” said the shadowy figure. The Treasures of Fanfiction dissapeared in a flash, and energy blades appeared from the shadowy figure’s arms. The entire group attacked at once, but were immediately blown back. The shadowy figure then sliced the ground in front of Galloway, Weiila, and Poke, sending the ground they were standing on plummeting. Before they fell out of view, the shadowy figure stabbed both of Weiila’s wings, then ran Galloway through the chest with one blade and sliced off one of his hands.
Val tried to run it through from behind, but the figure twirled around and blasted Val with a fireball, sending her mangled body through the mountain, out the other side, and into a passing airplane. F. Galloway fired a Kamehameha, but the shadowy figure simply bounced it right back into F. Galloway, knocking her into a water tower.
Mitchell drove to the side of the road, kicked the rich guy out, and searched the suitcase. Sure enough, he found a hidden compartment at the bottom, and inside was a large bag filled with white powder. Mitchell dipped his fingers into the mixture, took one taste, and learned that the powder was actually chalk. Realizing Wilfredo’s plan, and somehow gaining the power to see the future, Mitchell removed the gas cap from his license plate and stuck a rag into it. He then drove off to Pierson’s house, where Pierson and his crownies were waiting.
They approached the car, and Pierson quickly opened the trunk. Pierson opened the compartment, saw the “stash”, and turned back to Mitchell. “Martinez says you’re a cop,” he said. Mitchell realized that Wilfredo had backstabbed him, too, and became pissed.
“Says you’re the cop that keeps following him,” continued Pierson. “He said to kill you. I think he has a point. He’s leaving on a boat out of the bay. I’m gonna put your body on that boat, then call the coast guard. So what made you come alone?”
“Wilfredo said you were friendly people,” said Mitchell.
Pierson turned back to the car, dipped his fingers in the “stash”, and took a taste. His expression quickly turned sour, as he turned and punched Mitchell across the face.
“All right, boy!” he shouted. “Where’s the stuff?”
“In a gas station, outside the docks!” lied Mitchell.
One of Pierson’s goons dragged Mitchell back to his feet and carried him by the car. Mitchell quickly pulled out his cigarette lighter and lit the rag, and all three ran from the car as it exploded.
One of Pierson’s thugs looked over the cliffside, as Heaven Soldier’s chopper flew by. “The police are coming!” he shouted into a radio.
Mitchell ran down the road leading from Pierson’s house, while his thugs followed on foot. Pierson himself took a motorcycle and drove off. Mitchell jumped over several hills, and finally reached the chopper, where Heaven’s Soldier threw down a double-barreled shotgun. Mitchell grabbed the shotgun, and killed the two thugs following him. He then grabbed one of their guns and shot Pierson through the heart as he tried to do a stupid stunt on his bike. He then ran to the chopper, but not before shooting another random guy for no reason.
“Head to the bay,” said Mitchell. “We have to catch Wilfredo.”
Wilfredo and demigod jumped onto their boat, along with several guns, a couple beers, and a bowling bag filled with millions of dollars. They rode off towards the criminal paradise of Mexico, smiling all the way.
(to be continued)
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Galloway, you magnificent bastard, I didn’t think anyone could rock and suck so much at the same time.
And there was much rejoicing.