because i can fucker!

The demolition Squad,

Gerald drove the tattered minivan down the street as fast as he can, as the police sirens where hot on their tale. Poor mikey was In the back as Blood oozed out of his gunshot wounds he took to the stomach. "Ahh shit man!" Mikey was freaking out. Bob held him close "Damnit man don't worry ok don't fucking worry!" Ray Held a shotgun out the back door of the car and let a round aimed at the cop cars. Frank fired his hand gun at the cop cars too. "Shit man go faster FASTER DAMNIT!!" Frank unloaded on the cops, and one car rolled over onto its side.

"Fuck!" Mikey screamed in pain, the gunshot to his gut continued to bleed and seep into the van. "He needs a fucking doctor!" bob screamed. Gerald took a hard left and went down the back alleys of new jersey. After driving around for about 10 minutes they had lost the cops. Gerald parked the car near a dumpster and unbuckled his seatbelt. He reached into the Glove compartment and took out a bottle of pills. "Mikey close your eyes and open your mouth just calm down brother calm down." Gerald took a handful of the pills and pushed them into mikeys mouth. "its gonna taste like shit but chew man chew." Mikey swallowed hard and the pills went down. "Mikey should be ok for a few more hours alright we have to stash the cash and figure out a way to get out of here."

Gerald got back into the drivers seat and started up the car, he went back to their check point an abandoned garage, near the poorer parts of the city. It was a quick drive and mikey stopped screaming and was only shaking a little bit. Gerald pulled into the garage everything was quiet. Gerald stepped out of the car and walked to the phone booth inside the garage. He dialed the contacts number, the one who had contacted the DEMO SQUAD to do this job. He waited but the client didn't pick up, so he tried his cell phone still he didn't pick up.

"ok fuck it, Frank Ray take Mikey to that nurse contact um what was her name, Mika right? Yeah Mika take mike to her now. Bob get the stash and load them in the Porsche." They started moving things around, loading Mikey into a smaller car, while bob attended the Porsche. Gerald went and picked up his weapons stash from a closet in the garage. He put it in the back seat then he got out a gas canaster and started splashing it around getting ready to burn down everything. "hey get goin, Bob wait for me outside alright." With that the rest left the garage in their cars while Gerald prepared to burn it all. He made a trail to the entrance then brought out a cigarette, He let him took a couple of puffs then tossed it onto the flames.

Bob was waiting outside, Gerald got into the passengers seat and took out 4 silenced handguns and a couple of clips from his stash. "Where are we going?" Bob asked. Gerald took out another ciggarette and lit up, he took it out of his mouth and said "First we stash the cash in the Check point, Then we pay our contact mr. Mat pellingser a visit." with that Gerald Loaded up the guns and they drove off to the check point.


Pt. 1 New jersey limit

There matt was at the bar, he had a beer in his hand while he made small talk with the beautiful female bartender. He was trying to woo her but to no avail. Bob walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, “wah-?” Bob punches matt in the face and he fly’s off the stool. “Hey what the fuck?” the bartender reaches under her bar, to be stopped by Gerald with the silenced gun in her face, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you hunny.” She steps away from her bar with her hands raised.

Matt scrambles to the back door and Bob picks him up and throws him against the door. He then opens it and shoves matt outside. Gerald lowers his gun and leaves the bar. When Gerald gets outside Bob is kicking the living dog shit out of Matt.

Gerald puts a hand on bobs shoulder signaling him to stop, and he walks over to matt. “Hey matt what the fuck was that? Can you explain to me why five minutes after we get there the place is crawling with the police? Seriously you shat on us pretty high up matt, pretty (punches matt in the face) HIGH UP!” Gerald takes out his gun and sits on matt’s stomach poor matt tries to squirm away but is too beat up to do much.

“Listen I didn’t fuck you, ok it wasn’t me I swear, the cops man I don’t know what happened but they just came and I heard what happened and it was all pretty shitty. Just listen to reason ok I know things got bad but you know me I would never fuck you over like that.” matt tries to raise his hands to cover his face as Gerald brings the barrel of his gun up.

“You know mikey got shot in the stomach, (he shoots bob twice in the stomach) and bob here he got cut in his leg (he shoots out a kneecap) and some crazy bitch, oh you wont believe this she tried to fucking stab my neck, came flying at me (he shoves the barrel against matt’s windpipe) bye you stupid fucker.” Gerald gets off of Matt, his blood was staining the dank alleyway.

“It’s time to go.” Bob says to Gerald and they jog back to the car. They get in the car and drive out of there. About 5 minutes later they can hear sirens still distant in the cool winter night. Bob’s cell phone rings. “Hey, oh shit you guys, so … ok … and where? …. Where? … alright gott’cha.”

“Gerald we’re going to mika’s house alright.” Gerald nodds, his head in his hand he’s tired they all where. They arrive at mika’s in about 15 minutes. They step out of the car, Gerald leaves his tux jacket in the car because some blood got on it. They ring the door bell and frank tells them to come inside.

They step into a small one story house crammed in the lower middles class district of New jersey. Mika a beautiful Russian female immigrant is examining Mikey who is lying on the table. Mikey is unconscious, but breathing steadily.

“is he going to be ok?” Gerald says in the quiet still room. Mika Stands up and faces Gerald, she then slaps him across the face. “tell me something, was the fact that he was shot not enough did you want to go for over dose also?” She seemed angry at Gerald and slapped him again.

“ok Mika calm down please mikey needs your help.” Ray says and brings Mika back to the table.

Gerald, Frankie, and Bob go to the kitchen.

“What the fuck happened back there?” Frank asks. Gerald sits down and takes out a cigarette. He doesn’t light it he just holds it between his lips and chews a little.

“I’m telling you we got set up, simple as that.” Bob sits down across from Gerald Frank stays standing with his hands on the table.

“a set up, simple you say? Very fucking simple, twenty cops waiting for us to come out of that bank, and we have ourselves a goddamn blood bath. I mean we had to take fucking hostages, ok hostages! That shit was far from simple very fucking far.” Frank almost shouts the last part but restrains himself and takes a seat where he is off to the side.

“We’re murderers alright fucking murderers!” he raises his voice a little.

“Shut the fuck up we’re not murderers we’re fucking professionals and losing your cool like this is not helping alright so just calm down right now. We need to think ok so lets think what are we going to do?” Gerald does light up his cigarette after his little speech and blows out smoke.

“Lets look at the facts here, we have about what? A million dollars worth of diamonds back there, and then three million more in dollars? About? We have the cash alright we can just leave town for a while and let this thing blow over.” Frankie was calming down now, giving his two cents in and such.

“That wont work frank, Matt was the one who fucked us over” Bob says this and frank seems to shift back into his little hysteria.

“fuck! They know who we are what we look like what we live, god damnit! This shit is … what should we do man?” Frank was up from his chair pacing now “damnit what do we do, ok there were no real witnesses, so a bribe should set us straight huh? Um call up that one guy um … the Italian what was his name fuck! Do you know who I mean bob?”

Bob nodded his head, “that might work but if it doesn’t then what we lose 500,000 dollars?”

“fuck you, ok just do it it could work!” frank said back to bobs face. And that’s how they spent their night at Mika’s Frank freaking out, bob arguing Gerald smoking and thinking, and Ray helping out Nurse Mika while they nurtured Mikey back to health.