Matt leans up against the bar and winks
at the barkeep, Bambie, Gimme the usual hon he says
glancing around the club. His hands clench into fists as he sees
Margo Vincent, the secret love of his life, enter with another
man. Ignoring the open invitation on Bambies face he takes
a deep, calming, breath and stalks over to where his friends,
Benny Ray Riddle and Nick Delvecchio, are sitting.
Can you believe she actually brought
him here? He growls gesturing towards Margo.
Aaah, cmon boss you aint
done nothing, whats she supposed to do, wait around forever?
Delvecchio says in an irritating whiny voice with what is supposedly
a New York accent.
Hey brotha lay off the dude,
comes a voice from behind them, as they turn they are confronted
by a familiar tall black man with tattoos, piercings, and rainbow
What the Hell!! Benny Ray
exclaims, doing a double take of his friends attire,
Did you get dressed in the dark this morning amigo?
More comfortable, Deke slurs,
turning so the guys can admire his dark blue cotton dress, Besides
you wouldnt believe how much attention it gets me, and
women just love it.
Nick starts to say something but mercifully
he is interrupted by the arrival of Xavier Trout, the team's
liaison with the government, and the man who brings them jobs.
Matt I need your help, Trout
doesnt bother to keep his voice down, if anyone overhears
they will be taken care of in a timely and efficient
Matt knows this as well and pulls a
chair over for Trout with his foot, Go ahead were
Last night my car was stolen from
the driveway in front of my house, inside the glove compartment
was the file on your team, Trout says, his voice low and
serious, You need to recover my car fast or youll
How the hell did this happen Trout,
Benny Ray snarls, you government types are incompetent
You have any idea where the car
is? Margo asks, motioning her boyfriend who had just come
out of the bathroom, over to the group.
No I dont know where it
is, Trout snaps, then glancing at Margos half-open
shirt, he relents, We do have some intel about a car smuggling
ring in the area.
So what we talking about,
Steve asks, giving Margo a squeeze.
Noneya, Nick says.
Eh if I told ya Id have
to kill ya.
Steves eyes go round, and he glances
around the group, Really?
I guess my driver should have
locked the doors or something, Trout goes on as if Steve
wasnt even there, Or maybe used one of those club
Just maybe, Matt says sarcastically,
Okay people, let's get busy.
Right, Im heading back to
my office, Trout glances at the man standing beside Margo,
Yeah, comes the weary reply.
Could you come with me for a minute?
He grabs Steves arm and drags him outside with him.
Damn, Margo mutters, I
lose more boyfriends that way. She sighs, What are
you grinning about Matt?
Nothin, Matts smile grows
larger, Just happy to be on another job.
* * *
Margo stares in fascinated horror at
the ghillie suit Benny Ray is trying to hand her, You guys
actually think youre going to get me into one of those?
Cmon babe, if I have to
wear them then so do you, Deke looks down in distaste at
But this color doesnt go
with my complexion, Margo pouts and looks pleadingly at
Matt for intervention, besides there bulky and make my
butt look big.
Cant have that, Matt
says, Go ahead and wear whatever you want, just as long
as it's in dark colors.
Thanks Matt, Margo coos,
pulling some tight black jeans and a button up black blouse out
of her suitcase.
Deke looks longingly at the black evening
dress, now on top in Margos suitcase, and starts to say
Dont even think it Deke,
Matt interrupts, your wearing pants like the rest of us.
Nick reaches into a box and pulls out
several flak vests, Dont wanna forget these,
he hands them around, Today is definitely not a good enough
day to die.
Margo glares but puts hers on, Damn
things make me look fat.
Benny Ray's eyes light up as he looks
at the long table in the center of the room covered with hand
guns, riffles and sub machine guns. Alright major, finally
we get some action.
Fraid not Benny Ray, Matt
points to another, smaller, table over to one side, We
want minimum violence, that means no kills, no explosions, only
Benny Ray slumps, and slowly, dejectedly,
walks over to the table to get his gun.
* * *
Matt glances around at his team, they
are gathered in the back of a dark blue suburban that is parked
in front of Marleys Auto Shop. This is it people, lets
take them down.
Right boss, Benny Ray and
Nick slip out of the suburban and head for the back of the shop.
Margo, you and I head in the front,
Matt reminds her, has a tendency to forget stuff,
he thinks fondly typical female. Deke you come
on in five minutes after us.
Right boss, Deke mumbles,
flipping his gun around in his hands, youd think
theyd have realized by now that I know nothing about guns
he thinks, and sighs quietly.
* * *
Inside Marleys, Peter Santana, shop
keeper and auto thief extraordinair, is flipping through his
most recent copy of Playboy and humming to himself. When the
bell rings, signaling a customer's entrance he quickly stashes
the magazine under the counter and plasters a bright smile on
his face. May I help you, he asks glancing over the
attractive couple, his eyes lingering on the womans partially
unbuttoned black blouse. It takes him a few seconds
to realize that the man is dressed in military gear and they
are both holding guns. What the hell is going on!
He shouts trying to discreetly grab his shotgun and pushing the
alarm button near the cash register.
Matt is so busy looking around he completely
misses the shopkeeper's stealthy movements, Margo is checking
out her hair and make-up in a mirror located behind counter and
misses them as well. They are both surprised to be suddenly looking
down the double barrel of a shotgun.
Alright clowns, lets have those
pea shooters and get your hands in the air, Peter growls.
Just then Deke enters the building,
three minutes early and stumbles, knocking over a pile of hubcaps
and making enough noise to wake the dead. Figuring he still has
an advantage, after all his looks are enough to stun anyone,
he charges forward intent on proving his worth to his idol, Matt
and rescuing the two from certain death. Unfortunately, as he
nears the counter, he trips and falls on his face in front of
them all. Mortified at his clumsiness but knowing how good he
is, Deke roles up and shoots wildly in the direction of the shopkeeper.
When the smoke clears, from the wild shotgun blasts, Deke slowly
stands up. Hey peeps, he drawls, the calvarys
You idiot, Matt yells, holding
the slumped form of Margo, Dont you ever follow direction.
You nearly got us killed, you shot Margo and you let Santana
No need to yell brotha,
Deke dusts himself off, Im sure Benny Ray or Nick
* * *
Benny Ray and Nick slowly work their
way around to the back of the shop. There, sitting in the garage,
is Trout's car.
Aw jeez howr we gonna get
in, Nick whines trying to pry the glove compartment open
with his fingers.
Stand back compadre, Benny
Ray says and pulls a glock out of his boot.
Wait a minute, Nick grabs
Benny Ray's arm, What the hell is that, Matt said no real
Just get outta my way amigo,
Benny Ray shoves Nick aside and fires at the lock. The compartment
pops open and as luck would have it the all important documents
were still in there. Piece of pie, he smiles a dangerous,
feral, smile and stuffs the folder into his jacket.
Nick is picking himself up off the pavement
when Santana and five other guys come running out of the building.
He quickly reaches for his gun and when he sees Benny Ray taking
aim with the Glock he shoots him. Sorry bud but the major
said no violence, no casualties, he says as Benny Ray crumples
to the ground.
Jerry Bruckheimer, co-producer of the
well known and much loved syndicated television show SOF Special
Ops Force, woke up with a start, his pajamas were soaked and
he was shivering. Oh God, he says quietly to himself.
His wife, shaken awake by his sudden
movement upward, mumbled sleepily, What is it dear?
Nothing to worry about hon, just
need a drink of water, He pats her shoulder reassuringly,
climbs out of bed and glances at the clock. 3:17 a.m.
he thinks to himself trying to shake the dream from his mind.
Slowly he makes his way to the family room and turning on the
tv he randomly flips channels. Suddenly he sits up straight,
his face drains of color and his eyes
widen, on the screen he sees the SOF team gathered in Matts new
bar, ordering drinks from the blond bimbo they hired to act the
character Bambie. Slowly he puts down the remote, forcing himself
to watch the new and improved Soldier of Fortune,
he resolutely makes a few mental notes
Fire the new
writers, fire Dennis Rodman, bring back old writers, maybe try
to bring back Real Andrews and Mark Shepperd
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