Mcormack & Maretti Part 1 (1072 hits)
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Submitted by locksly (View user info) at 2009-09-02 07:56:06 EDT
The Russian mobster pulled the black pistol from his pocket. He had been following the foreign diplomat for 2 blocks now, and the time to strike was drawing near. As he got closer he twisted the guns silencer on and took aim.
"Dosvidania!" He whispered as he took the diplomat from behind and fired 2 bullets into the back of his head. DROP, the man dropped to the ground and crumpled into a heap. The Russian, satisfied that he had performed well, stole the mans briefcase and ran and got into a yellow cab.
"Airport" he said in a thick Russian accent "Fastinvic".
CRASH, a crash startled Ken Mcormack as he woke hazily from a drunken stupor. He looked around his cheaply decorated studio apartment and heard a ruckus from the hall. Bang bang bang, someone was pounding at the door. "Haawwww" Groaned Ken as he reached for a bottle of cheap scotch.
"Yo Mcormack!, wake up I know you're in there!" That sounded like Maretti, Kens partner in the New York City Police Special Team Divison.
Ken walked to the door and opened it. "Finally!" Said Agent Maretti, a short and sweaty, fat, balding man. He is a good honest cop with a big heart, but he believed in tough love like Dog the bounty hunter and most people thought he was mean until they got to know him. "I been banging away out there for an hour, you're late for your shift again"
"Late? what does it matter anyway, I gots nothing left to lose" Said Mcormack taking a drink of scotch.
SLAP Maretti slapped Ken Mcormak across the face. "Wake up to yourself, you got your whole life ahead of ya, I'm retiring next month and then you'll get a new start with a new partner, just keep it together".
"Ok I'll get ready, but first what time is it?" Said Ken Mcormack with a big grin on his face.
The two men looked at each other and laughed "Its Scotch O'Clock!"
They laughed as they had a shot of scotch each. That was their 'thing', every set of partners in the Special Team Divison had their own special 'thing' for some it was a song, for other it was a headbutt. It was like a war cry and performed before a special mission or to celebrate a special occasion. Maretti and Mcormack had chosen a shot of Scotch as their thing. This usually led to lots of hi jinks and shenanigans, on the downside it had contibuted heavily to Mcormacks downfall and was an impediment to his commitment at the AA meetings he had been forced to attand after his wife and young family were killed in a freak airplane accident - If only he had been on the flight he could saved them and landed the plane after the pilot and co pilot had died from heart attacks mid air.
As Mcormack got ready he looked at his dresser table and saw the photo of his family. "Do em proud and stay on the straight and narrow" Said Maretti, patting him on the shoulder. "No more cliche lost my family loose cannon shit"
As they headed into the Special Team Divison HQ in Brooklyn the radio announced a code 12 - a diplomatic murder - Maretti and Mcormacks specialty.
They screeched their high powered sedan around and raced to the crime scene. "Wonder what we got here?" said Mcormack as he stepped from the car and walked through the police barrier.
"Hold it right there!" yelled the Connor boys - FBI special agents and also the arch enemies of the Special Team Divison (or STD for short) "You STD's better get on the hell outta here" Said Franky Connor the elder of the Connor boys.
"No way this is NY Special Team work" Yelled back Mcormack as Maretti walked over.
"He's right, what does the FBI want with a foreign diplomat in Brooklyn?" said Maretti who was the peacemaker.
"Thats classified" said Chuck Connor menacingly.
More and more officers arrived and soon it was decided that it fell into the Special Team Divisions jurisdiction. The two men (Maretti and Mcormack) started canvassing the neighbourhood for clues.
All they knew was a big burly man with a russian accent had been seen shooting the victim twice in the head, take a briefcase and had then got into a yellow cab registration 6554 heading towards the JFK airport. "This is hopeless" cried Mccormack, for it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
"Keep your chin up, we'll find a clue somewhere, say what time is it anyway?"
"It's two thir... hang on a minute... Its Scotch O'Clock!" Said Mcormack who almost missed their special partner thing.
The two men downed a shot as a yellow cab pulled up, they noticed the registration number - 655... what was the last digit, a tree was in the way! they peered in the window and noticed a big burly man who looked scary, he seemed to just look at the crime scene and grin, he turned to the cab driver "Back to airport now"
"You thinkin what I'm thinkin?" Said the two STD agents in unison. "Scotch O'clock and Good Old Fashioned car chase" they agreed.
"Lets do this" Said Mcormack as he took the wheel,
"Now you wait a minute Ken Mcormack, you ain't go no license and its against the law for you to operate this vehicle" protested Maretti.
"Damn the rules, we got a hot lead, that Russian couldn't resist returning to the scene of the crime - the one flaw of all criminal minds" Said Mcormack.
"When you're right you're right Mcormack, you crazy son of a bitch - just don't kill no one this time!" Chuckled Maretti as he buckled in for the ride ahead. Ken Mcormack had a habit of driving on the sidewalk and causing destruction all over New York, he had gotten the nickname Killer Ken when he ran down a series of shoplifters over a peak christmas shoplifting period, maiming and killing a few of the slower running ones. The STD Chiefs had grilled him over it but let him keep his badge and many guns as he was a bad ass STD agent and they felt sorry for him because of his tragic losses.
They reached the cab in no time, forcing it off the road. The russian jumped and rolled out of the car and ran off down a deserted laneway.
"You know what to do Mcormack" said Maretti as he nodded at his partner of 10 years. Mcormack revved the engine hard and gunned it down the laneway, the Russian was trapped!.
Mcormack braked and stopped the car, the two STD agents got out - weapons drawn.
"Drop on the ground now" said MAretti as Mcormack tripped and fired his gun.
"Uh-Oh!" cried Mcormack as the bullet flew into the Russians head, killing him instantly.
"Not again, Chief is gonna kill us this time!" offered Mcormack
"Us! US? Fuck you us, I'm retiring next month Ken Mcormack! this is the third time you've had a trip related fatality this year - Tie. Your. Fucking. Shoelaces." yelled Maretti, sweating.
"Bzzt, didn't you watch The Wire last night? Use this hot drug gun I have and plant it on him - we'll do the old self defence trick" Smiled Mcormack.
"Ok" Said Maretti as he approached the Russian and checked the dead mans mobile phone "Cool an iphone - my kids will love this"
"Wait! there could be a clue in there, check his messages." Said Mcormack - he was unshaven, drunk and hadn't showered in days but he was an STD at heart, and STDs were always ready to stike.
MEANWHILE
The two Connor boys were in the basement of the FBI building, there was an uneasy tension in the air. "Those darn STDs get under my skin like a rash I can't help but itch" Said Franky Connor.
"I know but relax - we have what we need for our plan now" Said Chuck Connor
In front of them lay a briefcase...
a russian one...
BACK AT SPECIAL TEAM DIVISION HQ
"A wrecked yellow cab, a Police car jammed in a Brooklyn laneway and a dead guy with no personal belongings?!" Yelled the Chief "I told you two wild boys to settle down"
"Well we helped that Russian guy settle down... down to the morgue that is" Joked Mcormack.
"IF I wanted a joke i'd take a look at your wifes obituary notice" Yelled the Chief, pointing to a big poster in the office. Mcormack had phoned in his Wifes death notice in a drunken state and it contained an apology for sleeping with a mexican hooker when they first dated and half the lyrics from the song from Ghost and a verse and chorus from 'I wanna sex you up'. The boys at HQ had printed copies and posted them up along with the crash photos as a joke, they were always doing fun stuff like that.
"One more screw up and you're behind a desk Mcormack, and you won't retire Agent Maretti" Yelled the Chief.
The two men took the advice and went into an office for the day, they read through the messages on the Russians iphone and checked the phone numbers on the internet. They needed to stay out of trouble but being Special Team Division agents they had good gut feelings that something in the iphone would point them to the russians boss, and besides Where was the briefcase the witnesses had reported? Where was it...
DROP THE BRIEFCASE OFF TO THE CORNER OF 31ST. Read an incriminating message. it came from phone number 555 124 124. "Quick this might give us the guys who have the briefcase" Said Maretti as he called the number on speakerphone.
RING RING, RING RING rung the phone in the basement of the FBI building, Frank Connor picked it up "Yes Hello FBI Agent Frank Connor here who is this please?"
Maretti terminated the call. "Those Darn Connor Boy!" said an astonished Maretti, "What do they want with the briefcase? what was in it that they would kill a foreign diplomat for?
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Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-04 05:28:08 EDT (#)
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thanks sico! you're the best
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-09-03 09:28:17 EDT (#)
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Shit, that sucks. Better luck next time. Hey, if you need an editor or storyboard writer I know a good person!
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-03 08:59:01 EDT (#)
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not really, the writing felt forced and the pace was unrealistic for the mood and genre
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-09-03 08:55:34 EDT (#)
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I didn't read this. Was it any good?
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-02 16:20:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2009-09-02 10:39:45 EDT (#)
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I like the way you take a well-worn theme and make it seem fresh by totally avoiding all the usual cliches.
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Thanks, I strive to re invent the 80's cop genre
Submitted by no1hasdis (user info) at 2009-09-02 15:32:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-09-02 14:04:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Mr.Bun (user info) at 2009-09-02 14:00:41 EDT (#)
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This was to violent for me.
Submitted by Ms_Ann_Thropic (user info) at 2009-09-02 13:51:33 EDT (#)
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I lol'd @ Scotch o' Clock and onomatopoeia rule.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-09-02 11:22:03 EDT (#)
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i assure you i read every word of this masterpiece. i could get at least a C+ if a quiz was given on it.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-09-02 10:41:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2009-09-02 10:39:45 EDT (#)
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I like the way you take a well-worn theme and make it seem fresh by totally avoiding all the usual cliches.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-09-02 07:58:27 EDT (#)
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Awesome.
Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2009-09-02 07:56:48 EDT (#)
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Can't wait for part 2