McCormack and Maretti - Part 2 (400 hits)
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Submitted by stok (View user info) at 2009-09-02 07:56:22 EDT
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"Yes sir mr. President sir" said Frank Connor as he hung up the phone "That was the President, he wants us to deliver the briefcase to DC tonight"
"Tonight? But I have that lego comp!" exclaimed Chuck Connor
"Forget the lego, we have a special mission remember? , we need to get to DC fast, we can take the FBI learjet I suppose" said Frank.
"hmmm good thinking lets head to the rooftop"
The two men left the basement and headed for the rooftop where a learjet was waiting for take off.
CUT BACK TO THE STD
"Damn you two fools" Yelled the chief, veins popping from his head. He had caught Mcormack and Maretti taking the keys to a squad car "Where in the darn hell do you think you're going?!"
"Ummm" Said Maretti
"Ummm" Said Mcormack "To get uh, Pizza! yeah for... "
"Lunch!" Said Maretti hoping the chief would believe their outrageous story.
The Chief looked at his watch "Lunch eh? Well your story checks out, just get back here soon"
"Phew that was a close one!" whispered Maretti as they ran to the squad car, they needed to bring down the Connor boys once and for all but as they were technically on Special Team Division suspension it would be hard. They jumped in the car and screeched off down the street, within minutes they had reached the FBI building.
"You take the front position, and I'll do these Connor boys from behind!" Said a smiling Mcormack, as he had been looking forward to the day that he could explode all over those darn dirty Connor boys.
Maretti kept his hand close to his gun as he crept onto a fire escape, Mcormack had already disappeared around the back of the building.
Shit, thought Maretti, Scotch O'clock! We didn't have Scotch O'Clock... Last time Mcormack went after a suspect without the ritual shot of Scotch it had ended badly. Very Badly, Maretti thought back to that fateful day, it was just a routine traffic stop but Mcormack couldn't keep his cool. He had forgotten to issue the driver with a speeding ticket, knowing that the squad cars cameras would capture his inaccurate policing abilities he had followed the car into Manhattan and shot the driver and four passengers in the face, claiming it was self defense. Sure it was funny looking back it on now, but it left an awful lot of paperwork for Maretti.
SCHRROOOOOMMMM
"WTF!" Yelled Mcormack "That sounds like the FBI Learjet" he looked up at the sky and saw what looked like the two Connor boys in the special FBI jet - it was special because it did not require a runway to take off.
"Steady, steady" whispered Mcormack as he took aim at the Jet
POP POP POP
The Learjets engines wound down, as the pilot nervously looked at the controls he didn't realise it but Mcormack had shot the left engine.
"What is happening?" said the Connor boys in unison.
"Roger that we have an engine out Roger , out" Radioed the pilot to Roger.
"Aha I'll get you two Connor boys yet" Said Mcormack as he ran up the rear firescape and towards the rooftop.
Meanwhile the Connor boys had disembarked from the plane, they carried the briefcase carefully as the walked along the roof. "President is gonna be pissed that we're late" Said Frank.
Suddenly Maretti appeared from the fire escape
"STOP RIGHT THERE" Said Maretti as he took aim at the two men.
"Well well well, if it ain't Maretti the drunken, fat, micro penised fool from STD" smiled Chuck Connor
"I Ain't No Fool" Said Maretti , his eyes narrowing, "Gimme the case, and get on your knees"
"You got it all wrong Maretti, this is FBI work, this briefcase is of national importance and we gotta take it to the president and stuff" Said Frank
"WRONG dirt bag, that case caused the death of a foreign diplomat" screamed Maretti.
"Wrong , he was the Dirtbag, we hired a former KGB guy to take him out as the FBI is big on outsourcing now, The briefcase contains a special poison that will kill a whole city , but funnily enough will not kill people who are standing within 12 foot of the breifcase" Said the Connor boys.
"Hmmm that makes sense, well we gotta get this shit to DC, you Connor boys are alright!" Said a triumphant Maretti.
Suddenly Mcormack appeared, he was slightly unsteady and feeling woozy - he was staring to sober up.
"YOu stop right around there and don't say nothin" HE slurred.
"Wait Mcormack the Connor boys are good - we are all friends now" Maretti protested, but it was too late.
BANG
Mcormack fired his gun at the Connor boys, the bullet missed and pierced the briefcase, the poison gas leaked out into the city streets below
"Oops" said Mcormack as he took aim again.
"You crazy son of a bitch Mcormack! get over here now" Yelled Maretti - he had to get Mcormack within 12 foot of the breifcase to avoid the posion gas.
"YOu dumb shit STD, we are the good guys, we were transporting that briefcase to DC and you've gone and shot it - now posion gas is filling the streets of New York!" Yelled the Connor boys
"YO Mcormack its true" said Maretti bowing his head.
The four men looked silently at the streets below, corpses were piling up already, the gas was taking hold. Frank Connor looked at his watch,
"Our intelligence says it will wipe out NYC within 5 minutes, we are gonna have a lot of explaining to do to the President, besides that my whole family is probably dead by now and I can forget going to the Jets game on Sunday" Said Frank.
"My kids are still in school, probably gasping for clean air as we speak, soon they'll be in death throws and vomiting blood - like that dude down there" Said Maretti pointing to a man dying in the street.
"My poor wife, she was so excited about tonight - we were gonna do it for the first time on months" Sobbed Chuck Connor
"Wow I feel like shit" whispered Mcormack, suddenly a big grin formed across his face, "Say Maretti" he said "What time is it?"
"Why its three fort- wait a Minute!"
"ITS SCOTCH O'CLOCK!" Said the two partners in unison as they poured 2 shot glasses, they noticed the two Connor boys who looked depressed and upset in the corner kicking the rooftop - hands in pockets.
"YO Connor boys what time you got?" They said.
"Three forty five" they said glumly
"Nah not anymore its not, its Scotch O'clock time Connor boys" They gently put a hand on each of the Connor boys shoulders. "Its Scotch O'clock"
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Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2009-09-07 14:32:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2009-09-04 21:20:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
you two just took care of the gay scene
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-04 05:20:02 EDT (#)
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yes. Also, some gay scenes.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-09-03 09:29:01 EDT (#)
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Again, horrible news but I bet if a redux version with less superfluous filler was created you'd have a real hit!
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-03 09:01:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
well the plot followed through with a touching throwback to 'Scotch O'clock', but the ending felt tacked on, leaving readers to wonder if stok phoned it in.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-09-03 08:56:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I wonder if this was a good follow up.
Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2009-09-03 08:15:51 EDT (#)
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"YO Mcormack its true"
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-03 07:55:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
scotch oclock lolz, scotch oclock
Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2009-09-03 07:48:31 EDT (#)
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"YO Connor boys what time you got?"
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-09-02 14:05:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
'Scotch O'Clock' COULD be the new bosh thing to say...
Submitted by Mr.Bun (user info) at 2009-09-02 14:01:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I prefer tea to scotch!
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-09-02 11:20:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
loved the formatting, didn't read the content.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-09-02 10:42:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Eh for effort.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-09-02 08:19:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Weapon.
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-09-02 07:57:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
didn't read it