Chapter 4 - Turkey Hunting
Wacky, 8man and TTHOTUC made their way west from Manhattan, in a few minutes they would be at Queen Winters Compound to pickup up the supplies they needed for their mission. The Queen’s compound was a veritable gold mine, a 60 acre site bursting from the seams with Ammo/Food that had been slowly acquired by her parents over the last 30 years. In addition to the Queen and her family the compound was also home to Winters, Nicname, and the rest of Kings Court trivia team (2015 Fatty Fest Runner up).
All of a sudden Shots rang out in the distance, “Everyone down” Wacky whispered. Another volley of shots rang out as Wacky and his team neared the compound. When they crested the hill they could see the compound under attack below them. There were six attackers, all wearing digital camouflage and slowly working their way closer to the compound. “Its go time gentlemen, 8man and TTHOTUC sweep around the back side, looks like someone is pinned down by the barn and needs help. I’ve got the guy ahead of me by the creek”
Winters did indeed need help, he had been out milking the cow when the surprise attack came. Wood shattered and bullets flew over his head as he took cover elbow deep in cow crap. 2 shots rang out from what seemed like right next to him, this is it he thought, I’m a goner. Instead Winters looked up to see 8manpick and TTHOTUC Standing next to him PEW PEW PEW’n away at the bad guys.
Meanwhile across the compound Wacky looked down his sight at the man taking cover by the creek, he had never killed a man before but today he faced no choice. He calmly gazed down the barrel of his shotgun and squeezed the trigger. “BOOM” Wacky couldn’t remember a gun being this loud and momentarily lost his focus, by the time he looked back down the barrel the bad guy was face down in the creek.
Facing fire from 2 sides the remaining back guys quickly fled on their motorcycles.
Wacky slowly approached the bad guy laying in the creek. His one shot had grazed the bad guy on the knee cap, certainly this could not have killed the man. Inspecting closer Wacky came to the realization that after being the shot the man had fallen into the creek head first and drowned in the 2 feet of water. Just like turkey hunting Wacky chuckled.
Wacky started walking way when something on the bad guys neck caught his eye. Pulling back the dead mans collar he saw a tattoo.
Property of
Fake Sugar Dick