Here are three more chapters of Jack Bullet.
In case you missed it, here's the origin of Jack Bullet, and here's the first part of Jack's story.
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CHAPTER
TWO
JACK BULLET’S
OBJECTIVE: Take down the
FUGMO that murdered Dragon McCool.
In a silent, fluid
motion, he leapt off the barstool towards the door. His hands were shaking slightly-
not in fear, but anticipation. Bullet could not wait for his fists and the
killer’s face to be joined in a holy matrimony of justice.
He exited the bar.
The killer was opening her car door.
Bullet was 50 feet
away from her. He only slightly raised his voice to say “Stop.”
He was not visibly armed.
She had no reason to listen. Still, she fell victim to his naturally commanding
voice and paused, turning to look at him and raising an unplucked eyebrow.
Quickly catching
herself, she jumped into her car, slamming the door. Bullet’s car was on the
opposite side of the lot.
“Bitch wants a car
chase.” He thought. “I’ll give Bitch
a car chase.”
As he ran to his
car, she started her engine. Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion- Bullet
turned to see the hose beast’s car engulfed in flames.
It was obvious that
she killed Dragon… but who killed her?
There were sirens in
the distance. Someone at the bar must have called the police.
Jack Bullet was not about
to stick around for questioning.
Jack Bullet vanished
into the night, searching for answers.
CHAPTER
3
VIVIAN
STONE was a CIA operative. She
was also the head of intel for AMMO, the agency McCool worked for, the agency
that occasionally paid Bullet for his services. If anyone knew who was
gunning for Bullet and McCool, it would be her.
Jack got to her
house at around 3:00 am. The lights were on, and she opened the door for Jack
almost the second he reached the top of the stairs.
This was not the
first time Jack had paid a late night visit to Vivian, although it was usually
under much happier circumstances.
“I thought you might
be paying me a visit.”
“You heard about
McCool?”
“Got a message two
minutes ago. Got out of bed one minute ago. Heard you walking up my steps
before even getting a chance to put pants on. Sorry if I’m kind of out of it.”
As she was saying
this, she was brewing a pot of coffee and pulling up McCool’s file on her
computer. Even forced out of bed by unexpected and terrible news, Vivian Stone
was more together than most people at their best. And Jack couldn’t help but
notice what a stunner she was- she had the legs of a runway model, the tits of
a Playmate, and the ass of the hottest Kardashian. Also, her face was nice.
“Alright Bullet.
Tell me everything you know.”
Jack told her about
the ratchet-faced bartender, the poisoned tequila, and the car bomb.
“Hm.” She said. “So
you don’t know for sure that your drink was
poisoned?”
“No.”
She continued, “Let’s
say for the sake of argument that it wasn’t. It’s possible that her plan was to
kill McCool and then kill herself.”
Jack’s eyes widened
slightly-
“I know,” she said “It’s
unlikely. We just need to weigh every possible option. But if I were to guess,
I’d say her mission was to kill the two of you. When she realized she failed,
she probably knew she couldn’t take you on her own and decided to bolt, not
knowing her car was rigged. Somebody probably hired her to take the two of you
out, and killed her to sort of… clean up after themselves.”
“So who do you think
it was? Who’d want the two of us dead?”
She burst out
laughing. Again Jack’s eyes widened-
“I’m sorry. It’s
just- who wouldn’t?” she composed
herself, and fixed her green eyes on him.
“Jack. You kill people.
It’s what you do, and you do it all the time. Are you really surprised somebody’s
trying to kill you?”
“I’m surprised
somebody thinks they can kill me.”
“Well they killed
Dragon.” Jack’s fists clenched. She paused before continuing, “Whoever it is,
they’re dangerous. God, for even trying to fuck with you, they’ve got to be out
of their mind.”
She ran her fingers
through her thick, blonde hair. “My team is scanning the place for DNA, prints,
anything they can find. For now, I can look into old cases you guys worked on
together, come up with some suspects. You should probably keep a low profile.”
“A low profile?”
“Yeah. Just… don’t
go out, guns blazing. I know that’s kind of your thing, but…” she looked up at
him “maybe just stay here for awhile.”
“Here?” he met her
gaze.
She bit her lip.
CHAPTER
4
THEY
TOTALLY BANG. A lot.
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