ch. 39 - the mission is on

CHAPTER 39
THE MISSION IS ON


Narrator: Out on the streets of Anaheim, Robby was driving his blue Sunfire car. Bobby was sitting in the front passenger seat while Chris was at the back.

Robby: Dude, I swear that fuckin’ bitch was glitching everywhere we go.

Bobby: That’s cuz they’re fuckin’ STUUUPID! They’re just standing there!

Robby: Yeah and they penalized us for trying to cheat on them knowing where they are only cuz they were standing in the same spot over and over.

Bobby: Well THEY should’ve gotten the penalty! They were using sniper glitches to know where we fuckin’ are!

Chris: Yeah and it sucks too that they were lagging during the last game. Remember that?

Robby: Yeah. Every game that we’ve been glitched on had lagging by those faggots.

Narrator: Suddenly, Robby’s phone rang. As Robby braked the car at the red light, he quickly took out his phone, reading the caller ID.

Robby: It’s Jay! Here… (as he hands phone to Bobby)

Bobby: Hello?

Narrator: I was talking through the blue tooth device as I was driving.

Jay: Bobby… (calmly)

Bobby: What?

Jay: Is Robby driving?

Bobby: Yeah, why?

Jay: I need your help here then.

Bobby: What’s that?

Jay: Bear with me on this, okay?

Bobby: Duude, is this about your filipino shows? (Robby laughing as I could hear in the background) Cuz if it is, then yer disgusting to talk to.

Jay: (shaking his head in disgust) Hey, I’m serious! (as I hear Robby shouting “Balls!”) Are ya willing to help me out on this?

Bobby: What do ya need help on?

Jay: I want you guys, as you’re out on the streets, to look for a mini gun shop, one that sells good quality handguns.

Bobby: A what? Gunshop?!

Jay: Yeah.

Bobby: Dude, yer insane! Why do ya need a gun?!

Jay: (shaking my head again) Yo, I’ve no time for questions, all right? I need your help looking for one, and I mean NOW!

Bobby: Dude, there’s one down in Gilbert and Ball. It’s the one close to In-N-Out.

Jay: Oh okay.

Narrator: While Bobby and I were talking, a white car suddenly appeared beside Robby’s car as it stopped on the left turn lane. Its familiar rumbling rap music grabbed Robby and my other friends’ attention as they turned to it.

Bobby: (staring at the white car) See ya. (hanging up his phone) Foo, turn up the music.

Narrator: So Robby did, as a heavy metal song was playing on the CD player. The window of the white car facing Robby’s driver window rolled down, as Nix and Spider were staring at him with their snobby expressions. Robby rolled down his window as well.

Nix: Yo, we have betta badass music than yo muthafuckin’ heavy metal shit!!

Robby: Yeah, right! So what about yer fucked up rap music?! No one gives a fuck!

Nix: So do ya retarded heavy metal crap! So much for ya people listening to that lame shit!

Bobby: Same to you bitchasses when all ya do is listen to fuckin’ rap!!

Nix: Yeeh so… it’s our nation, man!! We live with the hood beat! We ballin’, BOI!! Ya got a problem widat?!

Robby: Yeah!! Most people listening to rap music make their pride higher and make em’ wannabe gansters!! Ya’ll don’t care about the fuckin’ world, that’s what!!

Nix: Yo, why ya tryin’ ta mess with us?! You don’t even look like ya can WIN a black battle!! (as Spider and rest of friends shout out with “Ohhh’s!”)

Bobby: So what?! I betchu by the time this light turns green, you’d already fuck up another car!!

Narrator: As Spider and Nix were staring at each other momentarily, Erich, sitting calmly in the back as Jeeva and Lagga were staring out their window, saw Jeeva’s left foot turned sideways, and intentionally stepped on his ankle as hard as she could.

Jeeva: Owww! (as his hand was slamming on the window button, causing the window to roll down)

Narrator: Lagga immediately stopped Erich as he grabbed her neck tightly. Robby,as he was looking through the back window of Spider’s car, suddenly noticed her face, his eyes widening in shock.

As the left turn light appeared green…

Spider: Yo, we see ya muthafuckas later!

Narrator: Then Spider drove away afterwards.

Robby: Bobby, call Jay!

Bobby: Right now?

Robby: Yeah, his girlfriend’s in there! She’s being kidnapped!

Narrator: So Bobby flipped open Robby’s phone, dialing my number.

While I was driving, my phone rang. I pressed the button on the right side of my bluetooth to answer the call.

Jay: Yo!

Bobby: Dude, I think we saw your girlfriend!

Jay: Who?!

Bobby: She has black hair, and her mouth’s covered with masking tape!

Narrator: I was astounded after that last sentence. I already knew who it was!

Jay: Where is she?!

Bobby: She’s sitting inside a white car with some punkass Asians who have their rap music all the way up!

Narrator: She was still alive, all right.

Jay: Guys… do me a favor and follow that car.

Bobby: Why? What if they have guns n’ bombs?

Jay: Turn off your headlights then to avoid being seen! C’mon, help me out!

Bobby: Okay okay! Robby, make a left right now and turn off the headlights!

Robby: Umm iono about turning off the lights.

Bobby: Dude, those bastards might have guns and we could almost be dead, ya know!

Robby: But I don’t wanna get caught, though.

Bobby: We’ll cover for ya, don’t worry. Just gooo.

Robby; K, fine.

Narrator: So Robby made his move, quickly making a left turn while o the middle lane.