Reservoir Dogs (TheGingerWarrior & Cowboy Is Cool) *FINISHED

[TheGingerWarrior]

This is mine and Cowboy is Cools first joint fan fic.
We decided to do it because of our love for Reservoir Dogs and decided to interpret the bits you dont see.
Enjoy.


July 14th - 11:34am - Diamond Store

"Keep your hand away from the alarm lady" Said Mr.Blonde, in a smooth, dull, proffesional tone to the Quivvering lady behind the counter.
Mr Orange was standing in front of the door, Colt in hand, No one was going in or out, It was perfect. But he was the only one who knew it wasnt perfect.
Mr.Blonde was in the middle of the bank lobby, Across the Lobby on the ground floor was the managers office which contained Mr. White and Mr.Pink who by this point where probably slicing off the tips of the managers baby finger.
Mr.Blue however was upstairs, he had everyone contained up there, no one was going down. He had them gaurded perfectly, like a shepherd to his flock.

Blonde flicked a ciggarette into a nearby ashtray, it was this action that seemed to trigger the alarm because it went off at that precise second. He turned around, the cogs of his brain turning and pointed the gun at the cashier girl
"Told you not to do it" He said, still cool, calm and ruthless. The bullet pierced her head, sending skull matter and blood onto the back wall. The bullet rang out and was followed by immediate sirens. They wailed through the air.
The hostages where screaming, no one could regain control of that crowd now, not even the most proffesional of proffesionals.
Mr.White stormed out of the managers office, gun in the air "What the f*** is going on?!?!" he though, a bulle his the wall behind him trailing from Mr.Blondes gun, who was now shooting random hostages.

Mr.Orange held 4 fingers up to the window, a pre aranged signal, This sent Mr.Brown driving round to the side entrance of the store.
Orange power paced across the main lobby "White come on man, its everyman for himself now, we know where we've got to go."
Mr.White considered it for a second.
"Okay kid come one" He ushered Mr.Orange out of the side door, Where Mr.Brown was waiting.

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Sorry its short, was just a brief bit of introduction.
Cowboy Is Cool will be taking the next chapter into more full on legnth and detail and it will be like that from there.
Over to you. . .

[Cowboy Is Cool]

  "Come on! The f*cking cops are gonna be coming!", Mr. Brown said, sitting in the driver seat. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, ready to floor it as soon as they got in. The radio was on. K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70s. Awesome station. "Coconut" by Harry Nillson was just finishing. The DJ was talking now, in his mumbling dragging voice. BOOM! The front door crashed open. Mr. Brown turned to look. It was Mr. White and Mr. Orange, both running to the car. Gunshots were coming from inside. They both climbed in the back seat, slamming the door.

  "It's about f*cking time!", Mr. Brown said to them, slamming the gas pedal to the floor. The car took off down the street. Mr. White had his pistol in his left hand. "Shut up. Mr. Blonde went f*cking crazy in there! He started shooting the place up!" Mr. White turned around. "Sh*t! The cops are at the store. A cruiser's on our ass." Gunshots were heard from outside. None of them hit the car. Suddenly, a cop ran out on the street ahead of them! "SH*T!", Mr. Brown yelled. The cop aimed his gun at the windshield and pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the windshield, nailing Mr. Brown right in the forehead. "F*CK!", he screamed. The car plowed into the cop, running over him.

  Mr. White grabbed Mr. Brown's shoulder. "You'll be fine, Brown. It's just a scratch." Mr. Brown didn't say anything. He couldn't, really. His throat was drying up, and his vision was getting blurry. His body was starting to get weak. Still, he might as well TRY to get to the rendezvous warehouse. He turned the corner onto the next street, almost running over a dog. He turned the radio up. Music might calm his frayed nerves. "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolfe was playing. The cop car was still on their ass. "Whatt about the c... cop car?" Sh*t. He could barely even talk now. A bullet in the head will do that to you. Mr. White lowered his window. "I'll take care of them. Just keep your eyes on the road, concentrate on driving. We'll be fine."

  "Alriiight, man." He was drawing out his words now. Couldn't even help it. Mr. White stuck his pistol out the window and took aim at the driver of the police car. BOOM! One bullet, and it hit the driver square in the face. The car swerved into a storefront. Mr. White sat back down in his seat. "Problem solved." There was another turn up ahead. Mr. Brown turned the car without braking. "Jesus Christ! You almost flipped us over!", Mr. Orange said, finally talking. He was too shocked to talk, really. He had just watched a cop get shot in the face and swerve into a crowded store. It wasn't the most pleasant sight. Mr. Brown tried to stick up the middle finger. He couldn't. "F... f... f*ck you. I'mm trying to get us o..." Mr. White interrupted him. "Try not to talk, Brown. It'll make you weaker. Just drive."

  Oh, great. Just great. Blood was running down his forehead now. He tried to wipe some of it away. It didn't work. There was just too much of it. There was another turn up ahead. Mr. Brown was too busy wiping the blood to successfully make the turn. He swerved wildly and drove into the back end of a parked car. "F*ck!" He tried to reverse. Unfortunately, he didn't throw it into reverse and kept on plowing into the parked car. Mr. White was annoyed. "Come on! Drive!" Mr. Brown was finished. That was all he could think. He hit the steering wheel with both hands. "F*ck!" Sirens. Another cop car was on their tail. No escaping now.

  Mr. White quickly got out of the car, pulling out his second pistol and walking to a nearby chainlink fence. Mr. Orange got out, too. He grabbed Mr. Brown's shoulder. "You're alright, Brown." Mr. Brown was completely blind now. All he could see was a blur of red. "I think I'm blind, man! I'm f*cking blind!" Mr. Orange let go of his shoulder. "You're not blind, you've just got blood in your eyes." Over by the fence, the cop car pulled up. Mr. White unloaded his pistols on the cops inside, leaving a bloody, bullet-riddled mess inside. Mr. Orange stood there, in shock. That could have been him in there. Cops were people, too! He looked down. Mr. Brown was dead. Just like that, he was dead. His head was rested on the seat. His eyes were shut. Blood was running down his face.

  Mr. White was walking back toward the getaway car now, putting his second gun back in it's holster. "Is he dead? Did he die or not?"

[TheGingerWarrior]

July 14th - 10:34 - Car Park Outside Cafe

"Nothing like doing a job on a full stomach" Smiled Mr.Pink to Mr.Blue, who didnt return the smile, he was gettin psyched for this job, the crew were walking alongside a wall, almost as though they where in some sort of formation. This job was going to be big, so would the rewards.

They reached there cars, there where 3 of them parked up. Joe Cabbot, looking as formidable as ever, he was once described as looking like 'The Thing' from the fantastic four tales, he removed his black notebook from his pocket.
"Alright" He spoke up "You all know what your doing we've been going over it for weeks, Me and Eddie are going to take my car and get the hell out of here" He paused for a second, looking over his men, they where all waiting for the word "Mr.Blue, Mr.Blonde and Mr.Pink take the white car" He said jesturing towards the white car
"Hey that wasnt there when we got here, are you sure its our car?"
"Shut up Pink! Your Paranoid" grunted Joe "I ordered someone to bring it there myself."
Joe paused to remember where he was up to.
"Mr.White, Mr.Orange your with Mr.Brown in his car"
The Dogs began moving towards the cars and Joe spoke one last time
"If this f**** up . . . I wont be happy" Those where Joes last words before the job, it was quite ironic.

Mr.Orange stepped into the back of Mr.Browns car, Mr.White went into the front passenger seat, Brown was of course in the front. They where  behind Mr.Blues car which contained all the others, it slowly pulled out and Mr.Brown waited a few minutes and followed it, this was a diversion incase of the remote possibility the cops where onto them.
Mr.White started the conversation "So Brown, we've all your theory of Like a Virgin"
Mr.Brown nodded
"What do you think of Cocounut By Harry Nielsen" Smiled Mr.White
"Well . .  " Said Mr.Brown "Cocounut is about putting lime into a coke and . . . what the hell is that song actually about?" The group laughed to themselves
"Hey uhhh put K-Billys on" Said Mr.Orange from the back
Mr.White leaned forward and flicked the radio on 'Harvest Moon by Bedlam' Came on.
"This song brings back memories" Said Mr.White.
The rest of the car journey was spent listening to the radio in silence.

Diamond Store - 11:00pm
Mr.Brown pulled up opposite the Diamond store. The plan was that they would enter with 1 minute intervals between each person and take there positions, then, once Mr.Orange had entered last, and stood infront of the door the heist would begin.
Mr.Blonde entered first, he would casually stand in the lobby as though he was looking around.
Mr.White entered second, he woul browse through some leaflets.
Mr.Pink followed Mr.White, he would start a conversation with a civillian as though he was asking for directions.
Mr.Blue then entered, he would go upstairs once everyone had been contained.
"Ok kid, good luck" Said Mr.Brown as he pulled the car away, he would circle the block till given a signal.
Mr.Orange crossed over the street, he opened the door, expecting to see the rest of the crew look at him, but they didnt lift an eye from there disguises, He slammed the door closed and padlocked it.
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY DOWN!" Shouted Mr.Blonde raising his gun into the air, this signalled the rest of the gang to take there guns out.
"DONT YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING THAT F****** ALARM!" Ordered Mr.Blonde.
4 Security gaurds rushed into the lobby, that was the whole security force this place had, which was shoddy, they had guns pointed at them immediately, and dropped there weapons and joined the rest of the hostages, who where lined up against the wall with hands on head.

Mr.Blue started walking up the stairs, there were a few people trying to get downstairs to see what was happening he wasnt having it.
"Get your A** up them stairs before i shoot your A** Off" He ordered whilst pointing his Colt to the few people trying to get upstairs, He had the people upstairs lying down on there stomachs, he closed all the blinds on the windows and stood infront of the door. Perfect.

Mr.Pink and Mr.White had made it into the managers office by now.
"Evening" said Mr.white as he walked in, followed by Mr.Pink, who locked the door.
The manager sat on the chair, not very startled, he had been told how to deal with situations lke this
"See that big ole safe there" Said Mr.White "Am i rgiht in saying that contains all the diamonds of this joint"
"That would be correct" The manager stumbled on the last word, despite his steely looks he was quite nervous.
"Give us the code" Said Mr.White smooth and cool.
"I cant do that" Said The Manager.
"Very well then" Said Mr.White reeaching into his pokcet and pulling out a cigar slicer, Mr.Pink grabbed his hand and held it down.
Mr.White held the cigar slicer to his baby finger "The code?" Asked Mr.White

"Hope no ones gonna try and a be a hero" Said Mr.Blonde as he was scanning through the crowd.
as he had his back turned a hostage got to his feet and started running at him, Mr.Orange reacted immeidatlely and hurled himself at the hostage ramming him on the skull with the butt of his gun, he was knocked out immeiadetly, exactly like Mr.White said he would.
"Thanks kid" Said Mr Blonde, he turned to the cashier girl "Stay away from the alarm" The girl was trembling.
Mr.Blonde threw his ciggarette into the ashtray. The alarm went off.

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Next part by Cowboy Is Cool.

[Cowboy Is Cool]

May 20th - 3:47 - Joe Cabot's Office

Mr. Brown

  "How's life treating you, kid?" Lou Dominguez sat on the chair in front of Joe's desk, smoking a Red Apple cigarette. Joe was sitting behind his desk, business suit on. "Well, it's been boring. Ever since Julie left me, I haven't got any action, ya know? It's been f*cking crap. I haven't gone on a job for a while either." Joe frowned. "Well, Lou. You have to look on the bright side. It shouldn't be too long before you get a break." He stood up. "And that's exactly why I called you here today." Lou looked up. "Wait, you want me on a job?" Joe nodded.

  "Oh, f*ck yeah! Oh man, this is so f*cking great!" Lou cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. So, what's the deal?" Joe rested himself on the desk. "It's a diamond store. Karinas Wholesale Diamonds downtown. It should only take two minutes. But it'll be rough." Lou straightened himself in the seat. "For me, too?" Joe smiled. "No, of course not for you. You'll be the driver, like always. All you have to do is drive to and from the place. No big deal." From behind them, the door opened and shut. Lou turned around.

  Nice Guy Eddie was walking down the hallway, fast. "F*cking Lou Dominguez! How are you doing?" Lou put out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up to shake Eddie's hand. He sat back down. "Man, I haven't seen you since high school. I didn't know you got into this!" Lou smiled and shook his head. "Well, I love driving. And I flunked high school, so what else could I do? No f*cking way I was gonna work at some crappy fast food joint." Eddie lightly hit his shoulder and sat down in the other chair opposite from Joe's desk.

  "So, daddy. What have you been talking about with Lou here?" Joe sat back down at his desk. "Well, Eddie, Lou's been having a bad month. I figure, we could let him in on this new caper we're planning." Eddie smiled. "Dad, that would be great. What's he gonna do? Driving?" Joe thought about it. "Yeah. I heard from several of my associates that Lou here is an amazing driver. He's our best bet. We're gonna need two drivers, for two cars. But Lou here is good." Lou looked sharply at Joe.

  "Well, I'll go on the job as long as you promise me one thing- I won't get shot, right?" Joe looked at Eddie. "Only if you p*ss us off." Eddie laughed, and then Lou joined in. He wouldn't get shot. After all, he was one of the best damn getaway drivers money could buy.

[adam88]

Good job you two, the details are great, and its comeing along nicely.

[TheGingerWarrior]

"Okay first things f***** last, wheres the sh**? Please tell me somebody got something." Nice Guy Eddie
"I got a bag, i stashed it till i could be sure this place wasnt a police station" Mr.Pink


July 14th - 2:00pm - Outside The Meeting Point (Warehouse)

"Okay Pink, where have you got them?" Queried Eddie, he sensed he was beggining to regain control of the situation, maybe he could do his daddy proud after all.
"I buried them in the forest just outta town" Replied Mr.Pink as he slipped his sunglasses on.
"And your sure you wernt being followed?" Asked Mr.White
"Im pretty sure, i didnt have time to f***** query any cops on the way though . . . "
"Alright no need to go all sarcastic on our asses" Said Eddie "Get a car each, where following you pink"
Mr.Pink walked over to a car, there was blood smothered over the back seat
"Im not f****** driving this hearse!" Shouted Mr.Pink
"Thats Oranges blood" Said White "Get over yoursefl"
Mr Pink stepped into the car, which has the keys left in it, he pulled out and steadily began to drive away, the others where behind him. They looked like a motorcade.
He reached forward and turned the radio on.
"K-Billy Super Sounds of the Seventies" He muttered to himself as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. 'Stuck in the middle with you By Stealers Wheels' came onto the rado.
They didnt know that back in the warehouse Mr.Blonde would be playing his sick torture games to this song..

Mr.Pink turned up a dirt road, and followed the track up. His car began to slow down
"What the . . .  Aww S***!" He opened the car door and got out, signalling Eddie and Mr.White to stop
"What? What the f*** the matter?" Shouted Eddie, beggining to sound very impatient
"Its outta gas" Said Mr.Pink
"Great, f***** Great. Where in the middle of f****** nowhere! with a broke down car with enough blood in it to trace Mr.Orange down to the last hair on his balls!"
Mr.White stepped out of his car and walked over to Eddies car window "We'll just blow it up"
"And that wont attract any attention will it brains!" Said Eddie sarcasticaly.
"We'll hot tail it out of here, you got any better ideas?"
Eddie paused and thought about the situation
"White, get back in your car, Pink drive this car to the diamonds"
Mr.Pink got into the car and carried on up the dirt road with Mr.White behind them, about 2 minuted up Mr.Pink pulled over to the side of the dirt path "This is the spot"
The entourage got out of there cars and followed Mr.Pink int the woods, he stopped next to a very twisted and distinctive tree. He started shoveling away some dirt with his feet till a black bag was vissible, he pulled it out of the ground.
"Bingo" Smiled Eddie.

Mr.White got back into his car, he started the endinge and began to cruise down the dirtpath, Eddie and Mr.Pink where behind him.
Out of nowhere sirens could be heard, and cruisers where speeding towards them from behind.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERNT BEING FOLLOWED!" Eddie screamed At Mr.Pink he really put his fut down on the pedal.
As did Mr.White.
He carried on speeding along, they where coming up to Mr.Pinks broken down car. Eddie stood up on his seat and poked out of the sunroof.
He pulled out 2 pistols and pointed them at the car. He bgean to fire rapidly at the carr, The Bullerts making large dints into the cars body, eventually he hit his target and with one sweet bullet the car blew up into an mass fireball, sending one of the cop cars veering into a tree, Eddie sunk back into his seat, he took out the clips of both guns, he reloaded and cocked the gun, He held them out the window and began shooting, He got the passenger in one of the cars cauing the drive to stop to check if he was alive.

There where still 3 Cruisers on them though. And surely they would call for back up?


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Next part by Cowboy is Cool

[Baby Bear]

Good job. It comes out nicely. Just what you all expect isn't it?

[Cowboy Is Cool]

  Mr. Pink was driving Eddie's car now, hoping that he wouldn't total it. Eddie loved his car, he would be furious if anything were to happen to it. "Eddie, where the hell are we going anyways? We need to dump Mr. White's car!" Eddie sat back down in his seat. "Hmm. We'll go to the Callahan Toy Factory. They shut down years ago. The only people who still go there are dumbass teenagers." Mr. Pink nodded. "Alright. That's where we'll go. We have to lose these cops, though." Eddie poked out of the sunroof again. "Don't worry about that. I'll take care of these f*cking cops."

  In the other car, Mr. White rolled down his window and yelled out to Eddie, who was through the sunroof. "EDDIE! WHERE ARE WE HEADED!" Eddie heard him and turned to face him. "CALLAHAN TOY FACTORY!" Mr. White nodded and rolled his window up again. "Sh*t. This is the worst f*cking day of my life. No contest." They turned onto the highway, making sharp turns. One of the cop cars couldn't make it, and flipped over. Nice Guy Eddie very loudly laughed. "Serves you right, motherf*cker!" He reloaded his pistol. He might as well only use one gun. He would be more accurate that way.

  In the second police cruiser, Officer Henry Rafferty smacked his partner's hand. "No. No back-up. We can handle this ourselves, John. We want to prove to the captain we're useful, right?" John nodded. "Then, let's get these motherf*ckers!" The chase continued for about five minutes, during which another cruiser joined the pursuit and Eddie nearly got his head blown off by a cop. But, they finally reached Callahan Toy Factory. It was time to teach these pigs a lesson. Eddie opened his car door and grabbed his second pistol, one in each hand now. Mr. White got out of his car and opened the huge bay door of the factory. He got back in the car and drove the car inside. Mr. Pink pulled out his pistol and ran behind a dumpster, taking cover there. Eddie stood on the side of the building.

  The three police cruisers pulled into the parking lot now. Two cops were in each car, and now, all six of them got out, pistols ready. Rafferty looked around. "Spread out." They did. 2 went inside the factory, two were headed toward the side of the building, and the other two (including Rafferty) searched the parking lot. Eddie stood, pressed up against the wall. Well, here it goes. He jumped out, shooting at the two cops headed toward him. The first cop got two bullets right in the face. Tore his cheek away. The other cop rolled across the ground, shooting at Eddie. A bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He pointed his gun at the cop's face, pulling the trigger.

  Inside the building, the two cops looked back. They were just about to leave when Mr. White rolled out of his hiding spot and tagged one of them, right in the back of the neck. The other cop swirled around, and he shot at White just as White shot at him. Luckily, the cop's bullet missed; Mr. White's did not. Rafferty was running to the factory doors now, and his partner was waiting by the car, seemingly too scared to move. He was a rookie. Rafferty passed by the dumpster, but got tripped by something. He fell to the ground and looked up. Mr. Pink had tripped him, and was now standing above him, pointing his pistol at his face. "F*ck you, cop." BOOM. The rookie looked ready to sh*t his pants now, and he was just diving in to the car to call for backup when Eddie put his gun to the cop's head. "You're dead, pig. I'll teach you to mess with a f*cking Cabot." He pulled the trigger. Blood splattered the inside of the car.

  Mr. White and Mr. Pink ran out of their hiding spots now, meeting up with Nice Guy. "Sh*t. We just killed six f*cking cops. We have to get out of here, NOW.", Eddie said. Mr. Pink nodded. "Good f*cking idea." The three of them jumped into Eddie's car, Eddie in the driver's seat, Mr. Pink riding shotgun, and Mr. White in the back seat. "I just hope Mr. Orange is okay. You call a doctor, Eddie. Now." Eddie just nodded.

[Vermin Is Cool]

Reservoir Dogs are freakin awesome. You guys are guineses for coming up with this.

[TheGingerWarrior]

July 14th - 11:10am - Karinas Wholesale Diamonds

Mr.Pink looked down at the hand he had pressed against the desk, and saw the manager sweating, badly.
Mr.Whites cigar cutter slowly slid across his baby finger, leaving a nice, clean, cut.
The managers screams where muddled by Mr.Pink hand over his mouth, but as though the people outside sensed it. The alarm went off.
White looked to pink, back down to the manager, and back to pink, he nodded as though to say he was going to see what was happening, and with that Mr.White left the room not to come back in. After a few seconds Mr.Pink cleared his head.
'Think pink!' He thought, not reqalising the rhyme. He smashed the bank managers nose in with the butt of his gun, sending him to the ground with a thump. Mr.Pink walked over to the safe, and entered the code the manager had told them earlier.
The safe door swung open and hit the wall behind it, leaving a nice hole of plaster and paint flaking off, He reached inside and grabbed a satchel.
Curiously, he checked the contents, and his eyes squinted as the gleaming diamonds shone back at him. He grabbed the bag in his left hand and raised his gun in his right, walking over to the managers office door.
"Frank" Came a scream as a woman walked in, she was startled to see Mr.Pink staring back, she was clearly expecting the manager.
Mr.Pink had to get out, he barged through her, to see Mr.Blonde tag a bystander.
"Crazy Mother F*****" Muttered Pink as he turned a corner going down a corridor. 2 Cops rushed around the corner at the head of the Corridor, they raised there guns to Mr.Pink but he was too quick, He pulled the trigger 7 times, the 2 cops lay slumbed on the floor, 3 bullets in each and one on the wall behind them.
With that Mr.Pink began to sprint.
He ran into a nearby office and saw "Assistant Manager" on the door in a nice gold plaque, he rushed in to see a man cowering behind his desk.
"HEY YOU F****** PR***"Shouted Mr.Pink as he ran over to him. "Ring the cops and tell them you saw a man running down 4th Street with a satchell of diamonds. Now!!" The man obeyed, Pink then nocked him out, he jogged over to a window in his office, and hopped out into a nearby alleyway. He started running, as far away from where the assistant manager had sent them cops as he could.

The alleyway ended and Mr.Pink turned out into an unfarmiliar street. "HEY STOP!" Came a shout. Mr.Pink didnt even have to look to tell it was a cop. He was gone, running, sprinting down the street, his side starting to ache. "GET OUTTA THE WAY" He grunted as he pushed a woman out of the way.
He ran out off the pacvement and a car screeched towards him. Nearly hitting him. He ran over to the window
"Get out of the f****** car!!" He screamed, he tried to pull on the door but it was locked, he swiftly smashed the window and began dragging her out. The cops whizzed around the corner, Mr.Pink was waiting for them and riased his gun up, continuously firing, emptying the clip, the cops hastily retreated round the corner, he knew he had tagged at least one, maybe more, how many he didnt,.
He jumped into the car and took off fast, bullets being fired at his car on the way past.


He found a large, twisted, distinvtive tree and shoved the bag of diamonds into a pile of mud under neath it.

"Was that a f****** set up or what!" Exclaimed Mr.Pink as he entered the warehouse. . . .

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Over to you Cowboy.

[Cowboy Is Cool]

July 14th - 11:26 - Karinas Wholesale Diamonds

  Mr. Blue looked out the window at the cops outside. There must have been around 17 of them! And, from what he could hear, there were more of them inside the building. They must have entered through a side door somewhere. Screw them. He wouldn't go out that easy. Mr. Blue used a Colt Python .357 revolver. He was old-fashioned, preferred them over pistols. He had another one tucked in his belt, but right now he just held one. He ran over to the stairway leading downstairs. He was startled when he almost ran into a cop making his way up the stairs. Blue quickly swung the gun up and blew the cop's brain all over the wall.

  The cop's body slid down the stairs. "Serves you right, you cop f*ck!" There was a door dividing the staircase and the upstairs rooms. Mr. Blue slammed it and bolted it shut. He then slid a desk in front of the door, hopefully making it difficult to open. At the very least, he would hear somebody trying to get in. He quickly walked back into the main room, where he had three hostages- a security guard and two tellers. He turned to them now. "Stay where you f*cking are and nobody gets hurt! Same f*cking rules apply!" He walked over to the window and looked out. Sh*t. They had a sniper set up on the fire escape of the building across the street. He was aiming right at Mr. Blue! BANG. The sniper fired off a shot. The bullet hit the outside wall, but Blue still took cover next to the window.

  "F*ck this sh*t." In one swift movement, he spun around and pointed his .357 out the window, firing off 3 shots. The first one missed; the other two did not. They hit the sniper in the shoulder and the head, causing him to fall off the fire escape, to the ground. Mr. Blue poked his head out the window. "You f*cking cops think you can kill me, huh? You bastards!" He had 2 bullets left in the cylinder of the .357. He pointed it at one of the cops and fired, nailing him in the heart. He used the last bullet on another cop, only hitting him in the arm. Mr. Blue crouched below the window, reloading his gun and pulling out his second one. This was it. He was gonna make a break for it. If he escaped, there was no way in hell he was gonna go to the rendezous warehouse. The cops would get them there, no doubt.

  "Alright, here I go." He stood up and bolted across the room, stopping when he saw the desk blocking the door. "Sh*t! Forgot about that!" He  jumped on top of the desk and broke the glass on the door, crawling out of it. He had a cut on his forehead now, but that was fine. He ran down the stairs, to a small corridor. There was an emergency exit door at the end of it. It was his best chance. Mr. Blue teared down the hallway, slamming into the door with his shoulder and twisting the doorknob at the same time. He spilled out of the building, into a back alleyway. There was a cop to his left. Blue shot him in the face, leaving a bloody mess. Good. No more cops in sight. There was another alleyway nearby, and he ran for it. As he turned the corner, he ran into somebody, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground.

  Mr. Blue looked up. "Sh*t!" It was a cop, standing over him. Blue quickly bolted up and pointed his .357 at the cop, who now had his gun pointed at Blue. They both stood there, pointing their guns at each other.

*BANG*

[Oxygen]

Nice story  . Although I really thought that the game covered everything really well though. And I heard that Micheal Madsen wanted to have a sequal where his character is on the operating table, but Tarintino scrapped it because Mr. Blonde would have been dead by the time the police arrived.

Its really good, and I dont wanna be a bummer but I have no idea how this is Warriors related The fan fiction section is for Warriors related stories.

[TheGingerWarrior]

Well it says its for warriors related stories, but loads of un-related stuff gets posted on her alll the time.
Perhaps there should be a seperate section for Un-Related fan fics . . . but until then.

And as for the game. Well this is our interprotation. This is what we think could have happened.

Afterall Tarantino himself did not say what happened, so it was the creators of the game who put it what happened.
And where simply doing what they did.

[Vermin Is Cool]

He's right. I don't no why it can't be here. It might not be Warriors related but it is a Fan Fic.

[TheGingerWarrior]

Karinas Wholesale Diamonds.

Mr.Blonde heard the alarm go off. He sighed, and turned to face the cashier girl.
"I told you not to do it . . " he said in a dull, unremoursefull tone. He raised his gun into the air and landed a bullet right between her eyes. He then turned to a hostage, not caring that they had a life too, to him they where just spanners in the works and he was the mechanic.
He pulled the tigger sending the hostage slumping to the floor,
he spun round, almost gracefully, and pulled the trigger again, narrowly missing another hostage, and narrowly missing Mr.White who had just stepped out the managers office.
He shot the hostage whom he missed in the chest, sending him the floor screaming in agony, he then stood over him and sent him to a better place, with a bullet to the forehead.

He ejected a clip from his .45 and shoved a new one in, as he cocked the gun he looked around, hostages where huddled and crying, the police where shouting that they where coming in. He had his fun.
Suddenly a swat man roped in from the glass arch iin the celing above him, spinning down into the lobby, he must have been the brave one who went in first. Blonde pointed his .45 directly above homself and shot the cop to pieces, he then walked over to his body and pikced up the machine gun he was carrying.
Picking up his pace. Blonde started walking down the corridor to his left, looking into the rooms he saw the assistant manager on the floor knocked out, and the window wide open. He walked over to the window and hoped out into an alleyway. 5 cops burst around the corner and started firing.
Blonde reacted immediatly and threw himself infront of a large skip that was under a fire escape. He sat there, hearing the bullets riccochet of the SKip.
Those cops where fools, fools with guns, fools wasting there bullets.
He heard the sound of guns reloading and took immeadiate action, he got onto his feet and started to spray bullets at the cops.
'Machine guns are fun' thought Blonde.
They where dropping like flys, one of them managed to dive around the corner, he thought he heard him call for backup, he would worry about that later.
The machine gun clicked, signalling it was empty, he had no more bullets so he piled it into the skip.
He pulled out his .45 again and silently sat behind the skip.
The cop thought Blonde had gone, he criously jumped from around the corner, holding his gun out.
Advancing slowly, quietly. He got to the skip.
He jumped around it with his gun pointing and shot.
He hit nothing but wall . .
"He mustve gone . . ." Muttered the cop to himself.
"Not quite" Came a voice. The Cop looked up and saw Mr.Blonde lying down on the fire escape above the Skip, his gun pointed through the gap. Blonde pulled the trigger 3 times, The cop died once.

Blonde continued to climb the fire escape till he came to an open window, he climbed threw it and came into an apartment corridor.
He decided to take the stairs, and he went down them, one at a time, remaining cool. He came to the bottom and saw a man getting out of his car with some grocerys.
He raised his gun.
"Alright give me the keys" He said.
The man obeyed, which was good for him, Blonde had had enough of heroes.
He stepped into the car and started driving off, When 2 cops stepped out of the alleyway he had been in.
Foolishly they stepped infront of the car, one of them, went under. Surely dead, but the other tried to jump, and bounced off the bonnet, he was a bit stunned, but seemed to be getting to his feet.
Blonde quickly got out of the car and ran to him, ramming his gun in between the mans eyes, sending him to the ground unconsious/ He dragged him over to the boot of his car and shoved him in.
He got in the car and drove away.
There was a muffled groan from the back of the car followed by
"Where am i ?!?! LET ME OUT YOU SICK B******"
"Uh uh play nice" Said Mr.Blonde "Im hungry, going to get something to eat, do you want a milkshake? fries"
"F*** YOU!!!"
"Fine then your not hungry . . " Said Mr.Blonde.

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Over to you Cowboy