CHAPTER THIRTEEN:  'THE UNWELCOME GUEST'.....Woody Guthrie

     Around the rear of the hotel, in the parking lot, the hot afternoon sun beating down on them, the alcohol worming it's way through their systems, Nick and Natch cruised the lot, looking for that one special junker they could boost for the short ride out to where they were going.

     "Here, just what we fuckin' need.  A hunk of shit, must be ten years old."

     "Ugly.  I'm not sure I wanna' be seen in this shit box."  Natch rapped his knuckles on the hood of the car, saw rust particles dance away, landing on the hot black top.  "Fuck it, let's take it."

     Nick jimmied the door open, hot wired the car, it fired up, blue smoke erupting from the rusted tail pipe, and as the owner was lounging near the pool, his first real vacation, his rusted hulk took off down the road.

     The radio wasn't working in the car, annoying Natch more than somewhat, and since he wasn't driving was fairly bored.

     "We close?  This fuckin' heap a shit is driving me crazy"

     "Yeah, we'll ditch this thing in a bit and walk the rest of the way."  Nick smiled, thinking, what the hell, we got a good fuckin' plan.

     They parked the car three blocks from where they wanted to be, a house,  which was a near the home which containe the Tic.

     They exited the car, Natch very happy to be out of the shit box, Nick grinning at his best friend, knowing how much it drove him fuckin' nuts the radio wasn't working.  They made sure their heat was loaded, the extra clips tucked away in pockets and headed off down the block, Natch tossing the one finger salute to the rusted out jalopy.

     They hit the street where Benny The Tic lived and stopped about four houses away.  This little mansion had a large hedge around it Nick and Natch shoving their way through the hedge, and waited until it got towards afternoon.

     "Waitin' sucks"

     Long afternoon shadows skidded across the roof tops, trees providing shade from the heat, the day moving slowly towards that late afternoon.  Nick and Natch  pushed their way through the hedge and slowly ambled down the block, heading for their target, that prick, Benny The Tic.  They stopped across the street from the house, and decided this was a good fuckin' spot.

     Pointing at the house in front of them, Natch figured it out.

     "We just bust into this fuckin' house, toss whoever is there into the fuckin' basement and wait till that mother fucker, Benny The Tic, comes out across the street to head over to his mother's for fuckin' Sunday dinner

     Natch gazed up at the house, a fairly large mini mansion, floor to ceiling windows all over the fuckin' place, pretty fuckin' awesome.  A pretty nifty fuckin Benz parked at the curb, two nice somethings, probably Jap shit, in the driveway, Lexus he thought, not sure about that crap.

     They stood at the curb, thinking, well, maybe this asshole has got company, some dipshits visiting him, and maybe there's a ton of fuckin' geeks inside, which could complicate shit more than somewhat.  They both turned at the same time, as the front door across the street opened and what the fuck!, there's that prick, him and his two fuckin' body guards, and they are slowly walking to the curb, where that prick has some big ass, black fuckin' limo parked.

     "Fuck!"

     They both took off, racing across the very wide street, pistols drawn and before the two dick head body guards knew what was happening, they each had nice sized holes in their foreheads.  Benny The Tic reached for his pistol, and as he yanked it out of his jacket, Natch fired, the slug ripping across Benny The Tic's arm, a shot fired, the pistol dropping, a slug exiting, which somehow found it's way to Nick's leg, slicing a pretty nice chunk of skin away, he could feel the warmth of his own blood as he stumbled.  Natch fired again, the shot entering Benny The Tic's chest, exploding his heart and he fell backward, just as his front door opened and out pops the screaming crazy assed wife of the now recently departed Benny The Tic.

     'BENNY!  BENNNNNNYYY!"

     "Shut her up."  Nick on the ground, his hands wrapped around his bleeding leg.  Natch aimed, fired, the bullet entering her big fuckin' mouth, tumbled around and exited through her right ear.  She collapsed to the ground, her big floppy feet kickin' in a last spasm.

     Natch ran to one of the body guards, pumped another shot into the bastard, then bent over and ripped his shirt apart, which he then used to wrap Nick's bleeding leg.

     Natch dragged Nick across the street.  He smashed the glass on the pretty snappy Benz, tossed Nick inside, opened the door, and using his own means, fired up the car and they took off.  In the distance, the wail of police sirens; one of the ton of fuckin' geeks stood at the door and watched the Benz take off.

     They ditched the snappy Benz about four blocks from the hotel.

     Natch called a fairly important guy in the trash business up north, told him the tale and the fairly important guy in the trash business up north hooked them up with a doctor not too far away, a guy who patched up Nick as best he could, the three martini's he had with lunch, or FOR lunch not doing him any favors.

     That night two tickets were purchased for AMTRAK, the train leaving fairly soon, Nick and Natch got one of them rooms who can get on a fuckin train, the night passing by okay, dinner, a drink, another drink, sleep as best they could and sometime the next day they arrived up north. 

      It was fuckin' raining.