[fiction] When Angels Deserve to Die - Act 6

Act VI:  Epil's Log

Jason and a couple of the others who where more than willing to help out when Biff needed a favour were all gathered in a house, sharing a drink and nursing their wounds.

"Fuck, man."

"I know, right?"



"Can they really just roadblock that shit whenver they want to?"

"I think we did a good job of fucking that up."

"Sure, but still."

"Yeah."

"Yeah I know."

"And I hear the TSA is checking people out on highways now."

"What?  They don't have enough people to grope in the airports?"

"That's why I fucking driving everywhere."

"Word."

"Dude it's only gonna get worse.  There's a bill in congress that says even if you're a U.S. citizen the military can lock you up indefnitely if you have more than 7 days of food."

"Shit!" said Jason.  He stood up and opened the cupboard.  "I have way more than 7 days of food.  Look at all these beans."

"Dude its not p--"

"Why do you have all those beans?"

"Damn Jason you're never riding in my car again."

"This explains a lot."

Jason started piling the beans on the counter.  Some of them hit the floor.  He wasn't exactly sober.  "We got to cook all these now."

"I think you're overreacting."

"No," said Jason.  "I just had a guy beat the shit out of me and then force me to dig what I thought was my own grave.  Being held forever by the U.S. military would be like 10 times worse."

"Just move to Canada."

"Canada is not a real place."

They were all laughing, but one by one grew silent.  No one wanted to bring up the elephant in the room, but it was unavoidable.



"So...Eric is dead."

"Sucks balls."

" 'The Charlie's Angels' Last Stand' "

"I hear he killed the dragon."

"It takes one to kill one."

"Yeah seriously. Eric was kind of scary.  He was a monster.  I wouldn't want him like, over for dinner or anything."

"But he was our monster.  When the Charlie's Angels were on your side...yeah the police came around a lot but you still had it made, right?  No one fucked with you," said Jason.  "Now, what?  Who's going to keep the heat off our backs now?"

"I will."  Biff Becker walked into the room. There was a man behind him.  "Boys, I want you to meet Lawrence."


"Hi," said Lawrence.

"Jason," said Jason.  They shook hands.

"Lawrence.  Lawrence Lee."  Lawrence shook everyone's hand.  "Just bought that old tire garage on the hill.  Any time you feel like it, drop on by."

"I could use a good mechanic," said someone.

"Hey, you know Ed's old car had this thing in the glove box.  If you connected these two wires it would spew out a shit ton of smoke all over the road," said Jason.

Biff looked at Lawrence.  "Think you could rig up something like that?"

Lawrence shrugged.  "Lets try it."