The Nickel Steaks
Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:44 pm
Hello this is my first fan fic; I was inspired by all you fantastic authors out there. Please give feedback.
The Nickel Steaks ? Episode 1 by the_gentoo
?Ya know, Lloyd, I think that this is the best nickel steak you ever did!?
Lloyd heard this every time Checker and Bose came for a steak, and that was basically every day. Lloyd owned Lloyd?s Steakhouse, a simple business he set up a month after the Big Alert, in August ?79. It was now May '80.
?Well, you know that you are my best customers!? came Lloyd?s usual reply.
?Anyway, we gotta go,? said Checker, burly and white, ?we gotta sort some stuff out with those Stevedores.?
?Yeah,? said Bose, black and beefy, ?they reckon we owe them dough, but they are just scavenging. Scum.?
?Well, bye, guys,? called Lloyd, as the pair left.
Neither of them had noticed the man sitting at the next table, who promptly left.
The abandoned factory loomed in front of them. Two hours later, Checker and Bose looked at each other, then at the large ?SD? burner on the wall.
?What bulls*** is this!? cried Checker.
?I don?t like it, Check,? said Bose. ?Look up in that boarded up window.?
Sure enough, there were two Stevedores who swiftly turned, the ?SD? visible on their dull brown jackets.
?Who gives a crap!? said Checker, opening the door.
It was dim and quiet in the hangout, but it looked a though everything had just been switched off, simply to scare Checker and Bose.
?Well, well, well,? sneered a drawling voice from the couch. ?If it isn?t Tweedledee and Tweedledum.?
?I only see Tweedledee,? remarked Checker. ?Where?s your Warchief??
?Very funny,? said the voice, Dore, the Warlord. ?Now cough up the kerching.
?We don?t have it,? said Bose quickly.
?Don?t be such a f***ing pussy, Bose,? said Checker. ?We don?t wanna give you it. We don?t owe you jack s***.?
?No. You do. But if you want, we?ll take something other than money. You may go,? said Dore.
?Right?Ok?? said Bose.
?No it is f***ing not!? cried Checker. ?What you gonna do eh? Trash our f***ing apartments??
?Get the hell outta here, Checker.?
?Yeah, Check. We should go,? said Bose.
Dore chuckled as they left.
?Hey, Mack!? called Dore.
A scrawny but serious looking guy came over.
?Thanks for the tip-off. Get Shot and the muscles to trash that s***hole steakhouse. Leave none alive.?
To be continued
The Nickel Steaks ? Episode 1 by the_gentoo
?Ya know, Lloyd, I think that this is the best nickel steak you ever did!?
Lloyd heard this every time Checker and Bose came for a steak, and that was basically every day. Lloyd owned Lloyd?s Steakhouse, a simple business he set up a month after the Big Alert, in August ?79. It was now May '80.
?Well, you know that you are my best customers!? came Lloyd?s usual reply.
?Anyway, we gotta go,? said Checker, burly and white, ?we gotta sort some stuff out with those Stevedores.?
?Yeah,? said Bose, black and beefy, ?they reckon we owe them dough, but they are just scavenging. Scum.?
?Well, bye, guys,? called Lloyd, as the pair left.
Neither of them had noticed the man sitting at the next table, who promptly left.
The abandoned factory loomed in front of them. Two hours later, Checker and Bose looked at each other, then at the large ?SD? burner on the wall.
?What bulls*** is this!? cried Checker.
?I don?t like it, Check,? said Bose. ?Look up in that boarded up window.?
Sure enough, there were two Stevedores who swiftly turned, the ?SD? visible on their dull brown jackets.
?Who gives a crap!? said Checker, opening the door.
It was dim and quiet in the hangout, but it looked a though everything had just been switched off, simply to scare Checker and Bose.
?Well, well, well,? sneered a drawling voice from the couch. ?If it isn?t Tweedledee and Tweedledum.?
?I only see Tweedledee,? remarked Checker. ?Where?s your Warchief??
?Very funny,? said the voice, Dore, the Warlord. ?Now cough up the kerching.
?We don?t have it,? said Bose quickly.
?Don?t be such a f***ing pussy, Bose,? said Checker. ?We don?t wanna give you it. We don?t owe you jack s***.?
?No. You do. But if you want, we?ll take something other than money. You may go,? said Dore.
?Right?Ok?? said Bose.
?No it is f***ing not!? cried Checker. ?What you gonna do eh? Trash our f***ing apartments??
?Get the hell outta here, Checker.?
?Yeah, Check. We should go,? said Bose.
Dore chuckled as they left.
?Hey, Mack!? called Dore.
A scrawny but serious looking guy came over.
?Thanks for the tip-off. Get Shot and the muscles to trash that s***hole steakhouse. Leave none alive.?
To be continued