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The Hunt for the Black Widow C01
By Mr.Camel
The Hunt for the Black Widow
Chapter 1: Invitation
Torch Harbor, Cuba
The pirate ship with the words ‘Black Widow’ written on the side sat in the Cuban harbor. Walking down the entrance ramp was Captain Darial Longsword. This vacation was very pleasing for he and his crew, which he was now setting out to find.
It was now night, but the many lights helped him find his way to the Tropical Torch Bar. As he entered the bar some women looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and continued to walk. He had important business to do and couldn’t be bothered… but in a few minutes, maybe…
“Arr, mates, we be leaving at eleven tomorrow. Be there or I’ll make ye walk the plank!” Longsword informed the crew of nine men.
“Aye, Captain,” SpinoMonkey affirmed for the crew.
“Aye, I’ll be leaving now,” Longsword turned to leave.
On his way out, Longsword bumped into a large Cuban man. The man turned and glared down at Longsword, his face red with anger.
“Arr… uh… sorry ‘bout that!” Longsword said, walking on.
“You run me?” the Cuban man asked.
“Ah, what do ye mean, lad?”
“You run me?” the Cuban asked again.
“Repeat that again lad?”
“YOU RUN ME???” the Cuban repeated furiously.
“Arr, sure, why not,” Longsword said, and he began walking again.
“YOU RUN ME!!! YOU RUN ME!!!” the Cuban began running after Longsword.
“Oh, this be no good!” Longsword began running faster.
The Cuban man roared in anger and tackled Longsword. Longsword screamed in agony, and the Cuban began hitting and kicking uncontrollably, missing Longsword completely.
“YOU RUN ME!!! YOU RUN ME!!!” the Cuban chanted angrily.
Longsword was able to grab his dagger from his belt, and he cut into the Cuban’s body.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” the Cuban screamed in agony, rolling off of Longsword, clutching his stomach. Soon he was back on his feet and chasing Longsword. “YOU CUT ME!!! YOU CUT ME!!!”
Longsword sprinted towards his ship. He made it just in time, pulled up the ramp, and dropped to the floor, out of breath.
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Sears Tower, Chicago, US
Standing in the elevator of the Sears Tower were Yvonne, JPfan4life, and AlanGrant5. The group was going to a business meeting about some new electronic toy.
“This is a big building,” JPfan4life commented.
“Sure is, we’ve been in the elevator for the past half hour,” Yvonne said.
“It’s been that long already?”
“Yes, it—“
BEEP!
“Yay, finally!” JPpfan4life exclaimed.
“Nah, wrong floor. We still have about nine more,” AG5 said.
“ARGH!!! I hate this stupid elevator!”
“You’d think this meeting is on the top floor,” Yvonne said bitterly.
“Oh, I think it is,” AG5 said.
The two women stared at him in disbelief.
“We could’ve taken a helicopter and gotten there faster!” JPfan4life screamed.
“Yeah, we could’ve. But I like elevators, so I told them we would take the elevator,” AG5 grinned.
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Torch Harbor, Cuba
Darial Longsword got back to his feet and heard banging on the hull of his ship. He ran up to the deck. He could see the large Cuban man banging on the ship aimlessly. He then ran to his office to grab his Colt .45 pistol. He loaded the pistol and ran back to the deck. Looking down, he couldn’t see the Cuban man anywhere.
“Arr, that be odd that such an angry man would leave just like that. Oh well,” Longsword said.
He was looking down at the populated Cuban city when he heard heavy breathing behind him. He tensed his finger on the trigger of his pistol. Turning quickly, he fired two shots into the large, grotesque Cuban. The man’s eyes went wide and he collapsed on the deck, blood oozing from his wounds.
“Out of here, ye fat, scurvy sea dog!” Longsword said as he kicked the body. The Cuban man rolled off the boat into the water, where sharks immediately devoured him.
“Arrrr, what a night,” Longsword remarked. He walked into his cabin and fell asleep shortly after.
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Sears Tower, Chicago, US
“And we call this toy… Furby!” the businessman said.
“Furby?” Jpfan4life asked.
“Yes… Furby!”
“Okay…”
“Here, you can even have a free Furby for coming to this meeting!”
The man handed Jpfan4life a little brown, fuzzy toy with a beak and large eyes.
“Hi, I’m Mithrander the Furby!” the little toy exclaimed.
“Mithrander the Furby… interesting. You’re kind of cute, actually,” Jpfan4life admitted.
“Furby says: I like watermelons, too!”
“Uh…”
The Furby suddenly started buzzing and vibrating. A helicopter was hovering outside the window.
“What’s that?” Yvonne asked.
“That would be a helicopter,” AG5 grinned.
“Yeah, but why is it here?”
“Well—“
“STICK YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” a man shouted from inside the helicopter.
The people inside the building stood and stuck their hands up. A man climbed out of the side of the helicopter, carrying an Uzi. Suddenly, a large gust of wind swept by. It swayed the helicopter and the man fell off. A minute later another man was sent out, also carrying a gun. The man jumped onto a window-cleaning platform. Out of nowhere, a banana peel fell from the sky and landed in front of the man. He walked onto it and slipped. He, too, fell over a thousand feet to the ground below.
“Okay, this isn’t working! We’ll just shoot you with the rockets,” the man in the helicopter said.
The rockets launched from the helicopter. They circled three times before malfunctioning. The rockets then fell to the ground.
“Some terrorists…” Yvonne whispered.
“Okay, why don’t you three at the end of the table break the glass and jump onto the helicopter,” the man in the helicopter said.
“Then we will get in trouble,” Jpfan4life pointed out.
“Furby says: Shaken, not stirred!”
That was when the elevator beeped and four men dressed in gray camouflage outfits ran in.
“Who art thou?” AG5 asked.
One of the men looked over and said, “Camel. Mr. Camel, Agent 27 of the ITIA. With me are agents Rick Arnold, Guilty Spark and Dark Hunter. We’re here to destroy the bloody chopper.”
“You got here rather quickly,” Jpfan4life said.
“We were in the building already, and planning to do an exercise, so we were already prepared,” Guilty Spark said.
“Come on, let’s get ‘em!” Rick shouted impatiently.
“Furby says: I like pancakes with eggs!”
“Good for you… Furby,” Rick said.
“His name is Mithrander,” Jpfan4life informed them.
“Okay, then. Anyway, Sparks, set up sniper. Camel, Hunter, you guys are backup. I’ll get him,” Rick said, loading an AK-47 assault rifle.
The men got into position. They were all equipped with army knives, except Rick, who had a bloody crowbar on his utility belt.
“Sparky, head shot. Pilot,” Camel instructed.
“Wait!” Rick shouted.
He grabbed his crowbar and smashed the glass. Guilty Spark set up his G3 sniper rifle on the floor. He attached the tripod and loaded a bullet into the gun before taking careful aim.
BOOM! The shot hit the pilot in the neck.
“Backups forward! Shoot him down!” Rick shouted.
Camel and Dark Hunter ran up to join Rick in shooting the helicopter down. Within minutes the remains of the helicopter fell to street, to cause a large traffic buildup and probably quite a few accidents.
“Okay, good work men! Let’s pack up!” Rick congratulated the team.
“Thanks for saving us!” Jpfan4life exclaimed.
“Yeah, thanks!” Yvonne said.
“No problem, mates. We’ll probably save you again. And we might have saved you before,” Dark Hunter said, glancing at Yvonne.
“Well, I hope we don’t get into something like that again,” Jpfan4life said.
“I hope you don’t, too, but, well, you never know,” Guilty Spark said.
“We’ll be leaving now. Later,” Mr. Camel said.
The men entered the elevator and left.
“Furby says: I’ve got a snake in my boot!”
“Uh, Mithrander, you’re not wearing boots,” Jpfan4life informed the electronic creature.
“Furby says: I love you, too!”
“Aw, how sweet!”
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Cambridge, Great Britain
Martin Randle stepped out of his car into the rain. He was tired after a long day of work. Upon entering his house, he kicked off his shoes and sat down. He checked through the mail. Bill, bill, bill, letter from a relative… and… a letter that said he won a free cruise on the Atlantic.
“Hmmm… I could use a vacation,” Martin said to himself.
The letter said that he had won a free cruise from Edgar’s Cruises. The cruise was from Florida to Costa Rica to California to Alaska, and back down into the Gulf of Mexico. A one-month cruise… That didn’t sound too bad. The only problem was that only he could go. Maybe he wouldn’t go after all…
“What!?!?!”
At the bottom of the letter it said that if he chose not to go he would have to pay the equivalent of eight thousand dollars by Thursday! And it was already Thursday!
“I’m going,” Martin affirmed.
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New York City, New York, US
Dr. JPJunkee sat at his desk filling out release forms for one of his patients, Darth Chicken. Junkee felt Darth Chicken was ready to be released.
“WOO-HOO! I’m an airplane! Wheeeeeeee!” Darth Chicken said, jumping off of a file cabinet and falling on his face. “Ouchies! Can I do it again?”
“Sure, leave me alone, I’m busy,” Junkee replied.
Just then, the secretary walked in and left a pile of mail on his desk. On the top was the same letter Martin had gotten, about the cruise (although Junkee doesn’t know this yet). Junkee had already decided he would leave even before seeing the bottom.
“Woo-hoo, I’m going on a vacation!” Junkee said.
“OH! Can I go? Can I go? Please!” Darth Chicken asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Only I can go.”
“Aw, no fair!”
“So?”
“I’m running away forever!” DC screamed, running out of the room.
“Oh well.”
And Junkee finished up the forms so he could leave as soon as possible.
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Chicago, US
The silver ’97 Corvette cruised through the streets of Chicago. Yvonne drove while Jpfan4life sat next to her, talking.
“So, where are we going?” Jpfan4life asked.
“The supermarket. I’m hungry,” Yvonne smiled.
“Why not just go to a restaurant?”
“Uh… well, I, uh, didn’t think… you liked restaurants!”
“Why wouldn’t I? And you’re just saying that because you didn’t think of it! HA!”
“That’s mean.”
“So? Anyway, which restaurant?”
“Hmmm, Sailboat Joe’s Biscuits…”
“What is that???”
“It’s on the sign,” Yvonne pointed.
“Oh… biscuits are good!”
“Yup!” Yvonne pulled the Corvette into the parking lot and the two exited the car.
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Sailboat Joe’s Biscuit’s, Chicago, US
Ben sat at a table near the front of the restaurant. On the table was a box of scratch cards, which he was giving away. Only one card would win, and he hoped it was soon. He had been sitting there for a week trying to get a winner.
Just then two women entered the restaurant. One of them looked somewhat familiar…
“Hi, there, ladies. I have a box of scratch cards here and you could win a free cruise for two! There’s only one winning ticket, so both of you can take one for free. Any additional tickets will be ten bucks,” Ben said.
Both of them took a scratch card and scratched it.
“Either of you win?” Ben asked.
“No, we didn’t,” Jpfan4life said, disappointed.
“Ah, too bad. You can buy more if want,” Ben said.
“Hey, wait!” Jpfan4life reached into her purse and grabbed… Mithrander! “Mithrander wants one, too!”
“Uh, I guess he can go,” Ben said, handing them another card.
Jpfan4life put Mithrander on the table and put the scratch card in front of him.
“Go on Mithrander! Scratch the card!”
They waited four minutes, but the toy did nothing.
“Do you need a coin or something to scratch it?” Jpfan4life grabbed a nickel and put it in Mithrander’s mouth.
“Furby says: Cough, cough, cough!”
“AH! He’s choking!” Jpfan4life smacked the toy on the back and it flew halfway across the restaurant. She ran over to get him.
“Can I scratch it?” Yvonne asked.
“Sure,” Ben said, impatient with the attempts to have the toy do it.
“Six… six… six! We won!” Yvonne shouted.
“What!? That was Mithranders’! Oh well. Good job, Yvonne!” Jpfan4life said.
“Thanks. What do we win?”
“A trip for two on Edgar’s Cruise, across the Atlantic!” Ben said.
“Can Mithrander come, too?” Jpfan4life asked.
“Sure,” Ben said.
“Furby says: I love wallpaper!”
End of chapter 1! Please comment! Hope you liked it!
Written 03.01.04 - 03.02.04 by Mr. Camel
3/4/2004 8:07:04 PM
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