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Date Posted: 14:23:51 07/21/99 Wed
Author: Paladin
Subject: The Gathering of the Flocks pt.2

Ok, just trying to keep the flow going. Wildfire, i'm using you as my mortal enemy again..9)

The Gathering of the Flocks pt.2

The manager of the Spanners was surprised when the convoy came and surrounded the station, he was even more surprised when they didn't want to destroy it. The drivers were lining up to gas up their thirsting beasts. A trickle of sweat rolled down Paladin's face as he glared at the dover. His legs were perched in the window of the open car door, in his lap lay the pieces of his Military issue Colt .45 which he was cleaning. The sun glared through the window, shining in his eyes. Joe put down the sun visor, spilling all that was stacked on top of it. "Son of a..." he muttered collecting the various maps and papers that had scattered in the light breeze. One last paper lay on his chest it read "june 1976", Joe turned it over revealing a picture of him. 'I looked alot younger then.." he thought as he admired the picture, he was leaning against the side of a Patrol car, his grey uniform, the glistening badge on his chest...
that picture was taken the day before.., he glared back at that infernal Dover "i'll never forget that car.."

*****(Flashback, hehe.)********
The Dover streaked straight at Joe's patrol car, guns ablaze. The bullets sparked across the car in a brilliant shower of fireworks. Joe was swerving allover trying to avoid the onslot of lead. Slowly chipping away at the car window, the bullets finally broke through the glass, Joe felt a sharp pain as the bullet graised his temple.*****

Joe awoke slowly, making sure not to alert anyone that may be around, he could feel the blood trikling down his face. He cracked his eyes open to see a stilhoette(sp?) standing in the open drivers door. With all his strength Joe lunged at the stranger, the stranger quickly ducked out of the way, slamming the car door, crushing Joe's forearm. The scream echo'ed off the canyon walls. The stranger stood over Joe's body, which was straddled halfway out of the car. The sun gleamed off the head of the sledgehammer as it came down across Joe's knees, the gag prevented the screaming this time.

Wildfire piled Joe's shattered body back into the cruiser, he didn't know why he was doing this...but the price was right. The Biggsville Municipal Police Department had a $50,000 price on this guys head for off'ing a bunch of their officers awhile back.

" Those Biggsville pigs weren't very happy about you off'ing their buddys 187..." Wildfire muttered as he closed the door to the cruiser and headed back to his Dover. Both cars shuddered as the Dover began to push the Cruiser towards the Gorge, and began to accelerate.

Joe knew he had to find a way out of the car, and fast. As the car neared the edge of the gorge and the dover backed off, it became aparent to Joe that the drivers door was not shut "my arm must have broken the latch.." 187 thought as he pressed his mass against the door and fell into darkness.

Johnny Wildfire watched as the cruiser dissapeared over the ledge. " Poor Bastard...." he muttered as he drove away. ***********

"Jesus, JOE!, JOE!, can you hear me?" Joe awoke to the sound of a familiar voice...

"Whaaa..ttt, where am I?." the world was a big blur of color and comotion.

" The doctor says your lucky to be alive 187, that fall should have killed you.."

Captain Gram was standing at the side of Joe's Hospital bed, the number of cables and pulleys supporting his broken limbs amazed the Captain. Joe ached from end to end, the medication helped a little.

" Do you have any clue who did this to you?"

"Biggsville...." was the only word Joe could mutter, but the images of the Dover still flashed through his mind. *********

December, 1976: 6 Months Later......

Christmas was in the air, but nobody in the Southwest cared. The Biggsville Municipal Police Department lay in ruins....

"Who was it you Fucking Pig?!", if you don't tell me right now, i swear i'll..."

"OK,OK!!, i'll tell you, just don't kill me!!!!!!" The Sargent blubbered, he had already soiled himself. " It was some guy we hired..., from mexico!.., Wildfire i think his name was.."

"Wildfire!, don't you be lieing to me youfuckingpig!"

"I swear to God!, Johnny Wildfire, down in some place called Bastardo or something."

" Thank you, was that so hard?, oh and Merry Christmas.." Joe said as he threw the sachel in the Sargents lap, and walked out the door.

"Oh, thank God" Sgt.Johnson thought as Joe walked out the door. Johnson opened the bag. "Oh no...Oh God no........".

Joe grinned as he pressed the Detonator, behind him the station erupted in a ball of flame.......

************

"Paladin, Hey JOE!"

"Whaa....what?!"

"your up, its your turn to Gas up!" Bishop yelled from where he was directing the flow of cars that were gassing up. Joe Pulled the 'Rhana up to the pump, right behind the Dover. Paladin's finger hover over the trigger for a few seconds Bishop was banging on the side of the Picard impatently.

"We don't got all day here Paladin, we need to move."

"Right.....Move."

"You ok Joe?, it looks like you could kill...."

"I could!..." Joe murmered, Glaring at Wildfire, the cocky smile and wave back made Joe even more furious.

the stopping of the pump brought Paladin back to reality. Paladin, replaced the gas pump, and got into the car.

"What The PFUCK!!" Wildfire yelled, spinning around to see what had just hit his car. Paladin just smiled and returned the cocky little wave.

Two hours later the convoy moved out, just 75 miles from Pheonix.

" So, anyword from 'Wing? "

" Not yet, he should have met up with the "Sincere Air Force" by now." Mofo replied in an oddly normal manner. "So... Pal..adin, whats the history between you and that Wildfire fellow?."

" The Biggsville Pigs hired him to pay me back for saving your life........"

"Holy shit, i'll gnaw those Biggsville Bastards to bits.."

"Don't worry about it.."

"Why?!, those evil critters tryed to kill us.."

" Ever hear of the Biggsville Massacre?."

"yeah, but Why?, Oh Shit that was you?!"

"uh-huh, just keep it quiet ok?"

Pike, Johnny, Bishop, Lydia, and Mary all listened in quiet shock to the conversation on the secure CB channel.........another road sign flashed by "Pheonix: 50 Miles.........."

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