It was the beginning of summer break where all the kids could do whatever they want without any consequences which gave Brasher Club numerous invitations to kids even low-life adults to make them become super soldiers. Seventy percent of Colorado love Brasher Club but the rest despise them. The club renovated their clubhouse to make it bigger and better. Chris, the Sergeant-at-Arms of Brasher Club, trained new recruits in the newly developed training grounds. There was an octagon ring plus a battle simulator. Also, they expanded their land to make a runway for planes and a helipad to go with it. Whenever Chris ordered some the recruits to fight each other and he picks the one who wanted to win, it didn’t go his way. “AHH, fuckin- Stay on your fucking feet! *throws box of cigarettes* Stay on your fucking feet. *picks them up* Fuck’s sake.” Pip, the Enforcer, went to a small pub in Aurora and talks with a friend of hers while drinking tea. But then, there was a little group called the Switchblade Conspiracy which was established in North Park and they happen to abhor any Brasher Club affiliations. So, three people from that group went to that pub and started making a scene which drove Pip to a point where she can’t tolerate it any longer. She went to the doors and locks them so they couldn’t get out. She then went behind one of them, taps him on on his shoulder, and knocks the guy out with a Bull Hammer elbow. When the two others charged after her, Pip grabbed one of them and tosses him to the other which they both went across a table and stayed down. “Anyway, wanna go get some crumpets?” Pip asked her friend which she was surprised of what happened. “Y-Yes, please. How did you do that?” “*shows dog tag*” “You’re a Brasher Club member?” “Not just A member. Just one of the best.” Over at a party in Aspen, Trent, the Road Captain, went to a fighting alley where he sees two men beating the living hell out of each other. By the time one of the guys won, Trent took his shirt off and steps in front of the crowd as his next challenger while exposing his dog tag. “Oh, he’s a Brasher Club member!” one person yelled out as everyone else roared and cheered for Trent. When the bell rang, the guy that won the last match charged at Trent but then he picked the guy up like a feather and gave him an F5 which damaged his hip very bad. “Finish him! Finish him! Finish him!” The crowd chanted. Trent smirked when he heard that. He then puts the guy in a Kimura lock which is an armbar that bends the elbow. When he broke the guy’s arm, everyone was shocked which made Trent laugh. “Brasher Club! Brasher Club! Brasher Club!” everyone chanted as Trent lifted his arms up in victory. Meanwhile on a highway in Boulder, Damien, the Vice President, is riding his Nightblade motorcycle with three other soldiers behind him that are driving modified vehicles. Two were driving ramp buggies and one was driving a semi-truck with a sharp battering ram in the front. They all approach a convoy of the Switchblades where there was a couple of jeeps and two SUVs with turrets on top. Damien does a wheelie with his motorcycle while grinding a chainsaw on the concrete that he’s holding to make it flaming hot. After the chainsaw was on fire, he threw it at one of the jeeps which exploded on impact. After it exploded, it got the guys that were manning the turrets some attention. But as soon as they pointed their guns at the BC members, the ramp buggies launched the SUV’s in the air and landed upside down. The semi finished the other jeep by impaling through it with the ram which then crashed off to the side. Damien laughed demonically after they completed their job. Everything in Colorado was Brasher Club territory. It even got the news across the nation that they became stronger and richer every day and night. In fact, they became so powerful that the police decided ask them favors to take down criminals instead taking justice because the Club has their own justice also they don’t kill people or steal anything as they please, they only do when provoked. They took care of communities or going to elementary schools and say hi to the little kids that are big fans of them. Back in South Park, there were a lot of changes that happened before the club became super famous. Kyle quitted the Brasher Club because he had better things to do such as family and whatnot but he still kept in touch with Daniel. Cartman made a division team based off of Brasher Club called the Golden Brashers where he had the majority of the roster. Same as for Craig, Tweek, and Clyde. Craig and Tweek both made one called The Guerrillas. Also for Clyde who made another called the 5-11's. Bebe went on vacation for the entire summer in New Jersey with her family while also trying to get away from the gang attacks back home. Stan and Wendy are still in the Club but they don’t bother helping them that much anymore. Meanwhile, Daniel, the Founder and President of Brasher Club, went to a memorial room in the clubhouse where the plaques and dog tags of Kenny, Pete, and Michael were displayed. He stared at them for a while until Chris came in to check on him. “Sup?” Chris greeted. “Nothing much.” “Still staring at the Fallen?” “Yep.” “They were great kids. Some of the new recruits wanted to be like them.” “That’s cool. How are you doing training them?” “Oh, I’m doing fine. Few stumble blocks but everything’s all good.” “Awesome. We’re not mercenaries anymore.” “We’re not?” “We’re warriors now.” “Oh. Hehe. You’re damn right.” After a couple days later, Daniel decided to spread the word of Brasher Club. He sent Cartman, Trent and Stan over to Canada to spread the word by robbing the biggest bank in the country which is the Royal Bank of Canada in Montreal. By the time they are prepared and ready, they burst through the front doors with assault rifles in hand while wearing bandanas and shoots the security guards. “Get down there!” Cartman said as he pushes someone down the ground which made the rest of the people did the same thing. “Alright, everyone pays attention, no one gets hurt,” Stan said. “Aarrgh! Open the door, or they’ll get worse than hurt!” Cartman yelled at the teller while Cartman and Stan got crowd control. As soon as the teller opens the door, Trent kicks the door open and knocks him to his knees with the gun boot. “Guys, let’s go! Everyone, shut up! Shut the fuck up!” Cartman ordered as Stan grabs the teller and said, “Hands behind your back.” “C’mon, mister. We’re giving you everything you want,” the teller said unconsciously. “Don’t even think about it,” Stan said while he pointed his gun at the rest of the people behind the desks. Trent grabs the civilians and puts them next along with the employees. “Get in there,” Trent ordered them but then he heads downstairs to open the cell. “You go ahead. I’ll handle the plastic,” Cartman said to Stan. “Come on. Let’s go!” Stan ordered the people as he pointed them towards the security room. As soon as everyone gets in, Cartman seals the security room door with plastic strings and tightens them. Trent then uses his super strength to pull open the cell. It broke open as it cutted through the wall. “It’s open!” Trent warned to his team which made them come down. “*pants* Alright, we’re gonna do this?” Trent asked. “*laughs* Show me the money!” Cartman said evilly. “Slow and steady, Page. Slow and steady,” Stan said as he and the others began loading the money in the bags. “Oh….there’s enough here for all of us to enjoy!” Cartman said happily. “Depends on how you look at it,” Stan agreed. After they got their score, Cartman immediately rushed out of the vault and said, “What’s the hold up? Come out, Fale!” Cartman said desperately. But as soon as Stan leaves the vault, a security guard comes out of the corner, grabs Stan as human shield, takes the bandana off, and points the gun to his head which made the others point their guns at them. “I saw your face! I’ll remember you!” the guard said. “You forget about a thousand things a day. How bout you make sure this is one of them?” Stan doubted. Cartman then points his gun at the guard while trying not to shoot Stan and gets a clear shot as his face. “Fuck! You didn’t have to do that!” Stan said. “Let’s get going. There’ll be time for grieving later,” Trent ordered. “Yeah, you got that right.” The team then rushes to the back doors of the loading dock and when they got there, they got into cover already. “I’m setting the charges. They’re on a timer, so brace yourselves!” Stan said as he plants the charges on the doors. When Stan got back into cover, the doors exploded which made them move. “Oh, fuck. You hear that? Sirens,” Stan said. “Fuck the cops. Page, hit the shutter switch,” Trent ordered. When the final doors open, police began arriving at the scene. “What’s this? Local resistance?” Cartman asked. “It ain’t supposed to go down like this,” Stan said fearfully. “It never is. Come on. Go.” Stan, Cartman, and Trent went outside while fighting through a wholesome of cops. “What the fuck is this?!” Stan asked worryingly. “Don’t be as dumb as you look,” Cartman answered while shooting. “I ain’t layin’ down for them,” Trent said as he went up to a police car and flips it with ease while it took out a couple more cars. After taking down several of cops, the team began heading down an alley to reach their getaway car. “We got a window. Let’s move,” Stan ordered. “Can’t be anymore cops in this town,” Cartman relieved. “Bring them!” Trent taunted as more cops began coming into the alley. “This thing’s fucked, man! The thing’s blown!” Stan yelled. “I got my share. It’s still wide open!” Cartman said confidently. After going through another wave of cops, they reached the getaway car. “Now, I hope we don’t hit any speed bumps,” Trent said as he hopped in the driver seat. “Shut the fuck up and drive!” Cartman yelled. “But did you see that? I put that bitch’s face in the glass.” “Yeah, you’re a real stallion,” Stan agreed as they began to drove off. “Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah!” Cartman mimicked. But after they left, more squad cars came up behind them. “Ahh, fuck. How did that happen?” Trent asked. Cartman then breaks his window and shoots out from it while the cops fired back as well. A couple of windows was shattered from the cops’ shooting but then Trent rammed a squad car which made the others crash into it. “Fuck you too! Woo!” Trent cheered along with the others. They then drove to their helicopter pickup point where they will make their final escape. “We move quick, we can beat the train,” Cartman planned. “Cops. Coming our way,” Stan warned. “Be cool….they didn’t make this car yet.” “Ah, fuck, fuck! Roadblock!” Trent yelled. “Go right! Beat the train, man!” Cartman ordered. As soon as Trent went down the rural road which their pickup point is, the train approaches the road. When the team got past the train just a little bit, their bumper got hit which made them spin and crash into a pole but they at least got away from the cops for now. “*groans* You guys alright?” Stan asked while trying to debuff the pain. “Ow! Fuck! Ditch the car, alright! We can go this way to the chopper,” Cartman said as he went his way. “No, hey. Stick to the plan,” Stan halted him. “What?” “Stick to the fucking plan! Come on.” He and the others went to their designated route while trying to find the chopper they placed. “Where the fuck’s the chopper? Fuck me. Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna check around back,” Trent said. But suddenly, a sniper rises out of some bushes and aims at Trent. He takes the shot which then hit his throat and makes him collapse. “Oh, fuck! It’s the fucking feds! Someone must’ve talked!” Cartman yelled as he ran into cover. “*checks Trent* Alright. Trent’s gonna be fine but we gotta get the fuck outta here.” Stan said as Trent loses blood throughout his wound while breathing unusually. The sniper then aimed at Stan and shoots him in the chest making him fall next to Trent. “Ah, fuck! I’m hit! Ah, Jesus! *moans*....Cartman, you gotta get outta here!” Stan yelled. “Ain’t gonna leave you, Stan!” “Go! I’m not gonna make it! Fucking gonna bleed out….aw….go.” “Nooo!” But then more cop cars came in which made Cartman hold them off while in pure anger but there were too many of them. So, he then decided to bail while taking his score. Police acquired Trent and Stan but the rest went chasing down Cartman where he ran off into a field of fog. The police tried shooting through the fog but doesn’t get a hit. The cops then decided to forget him and take Trent and Stan away. They both landed in a prison/ hospital where they both began to heal from the gunshots while being locked up in high security. Two days later after their heist, it was around midnight where Stan reads a book while in a medical bed with a lamp on while Trent was right next to him sleeping. “God, what have I got myself into? Why did I agree to do this?” Stan asked himself. Suddenly, a door mysteriously opens which made Stan covered his eyes from the brightness. “Hello?” Stan asked if anyone’s there. But then, a figure went toward Stan which made him back away. But as soon as the figure reveals himself in the lamp, Stan couldn’t believe his eyes. “Cartman?” “Stan! You’re alright.” “How did you….get here?” “I used Kenny’s dog tag to sneak my way in here.” “Oh….well. What are you doing here?” “I came here to get you out.” “Get me out? Really?” “Yeah, can you walk?” “I can, yeah.” “Alright then. I got your clothes in the bag they hid inside one of the offices. Let’s go. I’ll lead the way.” “Wait. What about Trent?” “Screw Trent. He can die here for all I care.” “We need him to come with us, dude. What about Daniel?” “Who cares about Daniel?” “Cartman….come on.” “*sighs* Listen, dude. You need to follow my instructions.” “Why should I?” “Because I put you down as Trent’s name and I put yours in Trent’s.” “You did what?” “I used your name for Trent’s. The doctors think that you’re Trent and he’s Stan.” “....But why? Why though?” “Do you wanna see your parents cry when they find out you’re behind bars? I’m faking your death. You can start something new. That’s why I came here to get you out and leave Trent behind…. by ending him.” “But what about Kyle and the rest?” “They’ll think you’re dead but it will be Trent who will be in that coffin.” “What if Daniel finds out that I’m alive and he’s dead?” “He won’t. But if he does, say that he’s in prison.” “I don’t think this is a good idea.” “Suit yourself.” Cartman then went next to Trent and unplugs the monitor which is connected to him. The screen showed a flatline indicating that he’s dead but then Stan had no choice but to follow Cartman. “You ready?” Cartman asked him. “Yeah, let’s go. Jesus, we should’ve never done this.” “Don’t be a baby. Besides, I’ll change your last name to Mulligan when we get back to America. Also, I’ll get you a place to stay off the grid.” “You can do that? How?” “I took some of the money at that mansion we all did to get the goths back but didn’t.” “Oh, that place. Wait. What place am I staying in?” “You’ll be in Colorado still but you’ll live in Denver from now on in a nice house.” “Gosh, thanks.” “Don’t thank me yet. Also, I need your dog tag to get Daniel to confirm that you’re dead and for him to know that Trent is in prison.” “Ok.” After Cartman got Stan out of the hospital, three days later was “Stan’s” funeral. Excluding Bebe due to vacation and Damien because of holy problems, his family and friends including Cartman and Daniel attended it while still in Canada. Stan’s mom, Wendy, and Kyle were crying uncontrollably when the coffin was set at the bottom. Daniel felt completely ashamed but as for Cartman, he remained neutral. “YOU DID THIS!” Stan’s dad, Randy, screamed as he went up to Daniel and punches him in the face. “Randy! Stop!” Stan’s mom begged. “You murdered him! You!” Daniel took the punch like he deserved it. As some of the people try to restrain Randy, Cartman sees a black figure in the distance which was Stan who was hiding behind a tree. Cartman doesn’t say a word when he saw him but then Stan walks away from the funeral while crying. After the funeral, everyone will have a dark cloud over their head for weeks. Cartman changed Stan’s last name when he went back to America and stayed in a house in Denver bought by Cartman himself with maids and housekeepers. Cartman then hired Tweek to write letters to Daniel to look like it was from Trent in prison. Also, he hired a mailman to send him that only letter to Daniel once or twice a day. Kyle and Daniel didn’t speak to each other after the funeral which made Daniel go crazy from time to time. Wendy couldn’t accept her boyfriend’s death. She couldn’t sleep, eat, or bathe. Cartman himself just minded his own business and pretended like nothing happened. Pip, Chris, and Damien were disappointed in Daniel after that tragic incident. He stayed in his room the entire time and barely talks to anybody. Couple of days later, Damien went to his door and knocked on it gently. “Go away,” Daniel said sadly. “*peeks through door* Hey. Can I talk to you?” “Oh, Damien, please….go fuck yourself.” “Right….Listen, I just wanna talk to you for a few minutes. Please?” “.....Fine. What is it?” “*opens door and closes behind him* Daniel, you need to get out. It’s been a couple weeks.” “I don’t wanna.” “Come on. I need you. WE need you.” “I’m sure you do.” “When are you gonna let it go?” “Let it go?! I got Stan killed and Trent in jail again!” “I know but it’s sometimes a price we have to pay.” “Just go away. Just go back to drinking human blood or eating household pets. Just go.” Suddenly, the doorbell rang which made Damien leave the room and check out who’s there through a camera. “State your business,” Damien addressed through the speaker. “I have a letter for Daniel from Trent,” the mailman answered. “Where is the letter sent from?” “Canada.” After Damien thought about it for a while, he opens a small passageway for letters or packages. After the mailman puts the letter in, Damien takes a hard look at it and said, “Thank you.” “No problem.” Damien then takes the letter to Daniel by tossing it on his desk. “Look,” Damien said as Daniel glances at the letter for a second. “Are you happy that Trent can write to us?” “....Maybe.” “*tsk* You’re out of your damn mind.” After Damien left the room, Daniel takes the letter, opens it up, and reads it as it says, “Hey, dude. Well, you really fucked me sideways. Now, I’m expecting a visit from you guys anytime soon before my ass gets raped or even killed. But, I heard that Stan passed away in that heist we did. Tough break for every one of you. I’m glad that the authorities have given us the right to send letters to people. I miss you guys already. Please help me. Love, Trent.” Daniel smiled at the letter plus he was a bit relieved. He wrote back saying, “I’m happy to hear from you, buddy. It’s all my fault that I did this to you guys. I thought we could conquer and divide but it turns out that it was all a dream. I’ll try and come up with a plan to get you out. You’re gonna have to wait for a long while though but I’ll tell you when the time is right. Love always, Daniel.” “Ok….*smirks*....I….need a mailbox,” Daniel said to himself. Meanwhile in Denver, Cartman went over to Stan’s house to check on him. Cartman went up to the front door and rings the doorbell. Stan answered it and when he saw Cartman, he was not impressed. “Hey, dude!” Cartman greeted first. “Oh….hey.” “So, what do you think of your place?” “It’s not bad. But there’s just one problem.” “What’s that?” “I wanna see my friends again. I’m tired of sitting in this house with nothing to do.” “You do know that I cannot help you with that.” “Can it just be one friend? Just one.” “Nope. Sorry.” “Well, did you even have a plan for Daniel about Trent?” “I did and it’s working.” “What did you do?” “I hired someone to write letters to him that’s supposed to be Trent in prison.” “Who would that be?” “Why would you like to know?” “Because I wanna get out of the house and hang out with my friends again! It’s been too long now.” “Stan, listen carefully. You are one of my bestest friends ever and I’m trying to keep you safe. If you even try to go off and expose yourself while Daniel comes up to you with that crazy look in his eyes, you be my guest….because I’m doing this for your own good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to. Good day.” After Cartman left, Stan went to his room, gets on his computer, and logs on to Facebook with his old profile. He went to Kyle’s profile which he’s online miraculously and sends a message saying, “Hello?” Kyle saw the message which made him surprised and confused at the same time. He replied back saying, “Hi….who’s this?” “It’s me. Stan.” “Yeah, right. He’s dead. You’re probably some kind of dude who hacked his account.” “No. It’s really me!” “Really? What’s my favorite color?” “Green.” “Why?” “Because it’s the color of your hat you always wear.” Kyle thought that it was an obvious answer so he tried a harder question. “Ok. When and where did I saw Stan in Brasher Club for the first time?” “Last winter break. Inside a warehouse.” But then Kyle tried to outsmart him by typing, “Where was the warehouse located exactly?” “In South Park. Between one of the neighborhoods and the park itself.” Kyle couldn’t believe that he got the entire thing right. But there was one more question up his sleeve and Stan is the only one that knows the answer. “What is our highest score in Guitar Hero?” Stan tries to remember what the score was. It’s been a year since he haven’t played Guitar Hero. But he knows that it’s in the ten million range. After five minutes of thinking back, he gave an estimate guess. “If I could remember, it’s 10,743,817 or around that number. But please, dude. We can play 21 questions all day but it’s truly me. If you still think it’s not me, put this conversation in video chat then.” Kyle was satisfied when Stan almost knew the correct score so he decided to start a video chat. As soon as the chat started, Kyle’s reaction was priceless. “Oh my god! It’s really you!” “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been telling you.” “Well sorry, I thought it was a hacker.” “I know that but-” “Dude, where are you right now? How did you even….I can’t speak. It’s REALLY you! I thought you were dead!” “Listen, dude. I need your help.” “What is it?” “I need to get back in the game. Like I wanna get back outside and be myself again. I miss you guys. I wanna see you all again.” “I missed you too but where are you?” “In a house in Denver.” “Why there?” “Cartman sent me here to hide from everything.” “Wait. He put you there all this time?” “Yes.” “That fucking fatass.” “Can you please help me?” “Sure, dude. What’s your address?” “It’s 1296 Lacefield Drive.” “Lace….field….Drive. Ok. I’ll get my suit on and I’ll come see you.” “Alright.” “*hangs up chat* God, I cannot believe it! He’s alive!” After Kyle puts on his flight suit, he opened his window and flew toward Stan’s location. Stan waited outside for Kyle but after a couple of minutes, he arrives. “Stan!” “Kyle.” They then both hugged like they have never hugged before. “Come inside. I need to have a serious talk with you,” Stan said. “Me too.” After they both went inside, they both sat in the living room. “Jesus, nice place,” Kyle complimented. “Thanks. I need to come clean with you on something.” “What?” “....You wanna know why I’m not dead?” “Yes.” “Cartman made me start a new life but it’s a new life that I can’t see.” “What do you mean?” “The heist that we did….it didn’t work out as planned. When Cartman bailed while me and Trent were in a prison hospital, he came into my room that night, told me to leave Trent behind, and be free from all of this. I told him that I wanna see you guys again but he said no. I need to go out and see you all again. I didn’t have friends or anyone to talk to after he faked my death except the maids and the housekeepers that work in here. I wanna start getting back in the game and I don’t know where to start so I called you because you’re the one that helps me every time I stumble an obstacle like this.” “.....Is Trent really in prison? Because if you’re alive, who’s buried in your grave?” “Trent is in there.” “What?” “He’s in my grave. By leaving him behind was actually killing him.” “He killed him?” “He pulled the plug and that was the last time I’ve seen him.” “....My god….I….I don’t know what to say.” “You better promise me that you never tell any of this to anyone.” “Why?” “Because if you do, Daniel will find Trent and he’ll be hell walking on Earth. So, please….don’t tell ANYBODY especially Cartman too.” “....Alright.” “Good. Now, I need to find a place to make a move. Somewhere to start climbing the ladder.” “What do really wanna do exactly?” “I don’t know. Terrorize some place. Like doing something to get the Brasher Club’s attention. So, can you help me?” “I will always help you. But the way I see it right now, the least I can do is help you get back on your feet.” “It’s a death sentence, Kyle.” “Man, I’m not trying to hear all of that shit. If Cartman wants to hide something from all of us, he’s just gonna be another guy that will spill the beans. I’m not letting any of my friends becoming a let-down. Fuck that.” “Thanks, Kyle. This really means alot to me. Do you have an idea of where I can start?” “Um….well, if you wanna do something that will tick the Club off, how about an outpost?” “An outpost? That could work.” “Try the one near you. I saw one when I was coming here. You may need another person to help you out. Also, the equipment needed for the job because it’s heavily guarded.” “How about….Wendy? We need her to get into the thing.” “Yeah, about Wendy. Um, she’s….been super depressed after you died. She can’t eat or sleep, dude.” “Uh-huh. I was wondering if she would be like that. But, if we need her to cooperate, I guess I need to see her in person. For the equipment, I need my gear. My dog tag, my grappling device, and some charges.” “They’re at the clubhouse back home. I’ll get them for ya.” “Thanks, dude. Now, go and take off. Make sure no one follows you when you get back.” “Ok.” “See you later, Kyle.” “See ya, dude.” After Kyle left the house, he flew over to the clubhouse back in South Park. He landed in front of the thick gates they installed a while ago and buzzes. “Kyle?” Damien answered. “Yep?” “I’m sorry. We don’t let outsiders in AND people who are FORMER Brasher Club members.” “Come on. Please.” “I don’t care. Beat it.” “Who’s that?” Pip asked Damien in the background. “It’s Kyle.” “What does he want?” “He wants to come in.” “Well, let him in then.” “You do know that we don’t let anyone in here if they’re not with BC anymore.” “I know that but he’s our friend. Well, here. Let me talk to him. *walks over* Kyle?” “Yeah?” “What do you need exactly?” “I wanna get some stuff for….an experiment I’m doing.” “Oh, what experiment?” “*stammers* A weather experiment.” “Weather experiment? Hmm….ok. Just get what you need.” “Thanks, Pip.” After Pip lets Kyle in, Damien stares at Kyle which made him frightened a little. “I’m watching you,” Damien said. “....ok. Where’s Daniel?” “He went with Chris to get a mailbox,” Pip answered. “A mailbox? Why?” “Because there was a mailman that keeps coming here with a letter from Trent in prison.” Kyle became totally confused when she said that Trent was in prison writing letters. He wanted to question her about it but he made a promise to Stan to not tell anybody what he told him. So, the he pouted, grabs a plastic bag in the kitchen, and headed towards the memorial room where the fallen’s gear is kept. He sees a plaque of Stan with his grappling device and dog tag on display. After he got them, he went over to the armory and grabs several of C4 charges along with a detonator. He tied the bag up so that Pip or Damien couldn’t see what he was carrying. “Bye, Kyle,” Pip waved. “Bye-bye.” “I have a feeling that he’s messing with us right now,” Damien predicted. “What makes you think that?” “It’s not normal for someone like him to get stuff in here for an experiment and that’s really suspicious.” “Oh, well. If there’s anything important he got from here, we know where to find him.” After Kyle left the clubhouse, he flew back to Stan’s house. As soon as he arrived, he went up to the door and rang the doorbell which got Stan’s attention. “*opens door* Hey, dude.” “Hey. I got the stuff. *hands over the bag*” “Great. Thank you.” “I have a question. When I was over there, Pip said that Trent was writing letters to Daniel in prison.” “Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. Cartman hired someone to write letters to Daniel to look like Trent is in prison but he isn’t. I don’t know who it is that’s doing it.” “Wow. He thought of everything. But anyway, when are you gonna make your move?” “Probably tomorrow. I gotta see Wendy first.” “You want me to tell her about all of this?” “No, I’ll do it. Just go back home, dude. Thanks for everything.” “No problem.” “Now, don’t talk to anyone about today. If your parents ask you where you been, just say that you were in the mood of flying.” “Yeah, sure thing.” “Just to say this Kyle but I’m working with fucking Cartman.” “I can see that.” “See ya, Kyle. Thanks again.” “Bye, dude. You’re welcome.” After Kyle left, the time then passed at around midnight. Wendy was in bed but wasn’t sleeping. Instead, she stared at the ceiling with a hollow heart. But then, a taxi car pulls up in front of her house. Stan gets out of the car, went over to the driver window, and said, “Come back in 5 minutes, ok?” “Ok then,” the driver answered as he drove away. Stan went to the side of the house and looks around for any rocks to throw at her window to get her attention. After he did and threw some, Wendy looked at her window for a couple of seconds but then she ignored it and stared back at the ceiling. Stan tried again but this time it made Wendy get out of the bed and looks outside. When she saw Stan outside waving his arms over his head, she thought to herself and said, “I’m not imagining that, am I? There’s no way that’s him.” Stan then tried again once more which made Wendy finally came to her senses that her boyfriend is still alive. She rushed downstairs, opens the front door, ran outside, and gave Stan the biggest hug she would ever give to him. When Stan hugged back, Wendy kissed him repeatedly on the forehead and on the lips. “Stan….You’re alive! Where were you this entire time?” “Let me explain. Actually, there’s too much. Let me summarize. Cartman faked my death to keep me out of trouble and he had a plan on how to prevent Daniel knowing that Trent is dead.” “What?” “I know. It’s ironic. But listen, I need your help.” “Anything.” “I need you to look into the outpost in Denver. I wanna get back in the game but I want to take baby steps all the way to the top.” “Let’s take a look then.” Wendy grabs Stan’s hand, takes him inside, and up to her room. “What are gonna do with the outpost exactly?” Wendy asked as she turns on her computer. “I’m gonna blow it up.” “Blow it up? Well, let’s see here…….if you wanted to blow the thing up to smithereens, there is a couple of weak points. You can plant bombs all over the lot where the convoy trucks come in. Also, inside that small building too. If you could do all of this, that place will be history.” “Great.” “Is that all you need?” “Yeah. That’s it.” “*sighs* I couldn’t take your death after the funeral. *hugs Stan* I’m so happy that you’re not dead. I missed you.” “*hugs back* I’m missed you too. Can you promise me something?” “Of course. What?” “You must not tell anybody about this.” “I won’t.” “I told Kyle about this too but I promised him the same thing.” “Ok.” “*looks outside* My cab’s here. I gotta run. Love you, Wendy. *kisses*” “Love you too.” As soon as Stan went outside and got into the cab, Wendy watched him drove away while smiling. She then turned the computer off and headed back to bed with a big smile. When the morning sun rises over the capital, Stan waits for a convoy truck to hide in to get into the outpost. When there was one that passed him, he grappled onto the bumper and gets inside the truck. As soon as the truck went inside the outpost and parks in the lot, Stan peeks outside to see if there is anyone around and gets out. He plants the first set of bombs on a few trucks. After that, he turns his sights on the small building. Luckily, there is not much soldiers in the outpost in the mornings. Stan ran from cover to cover while hiding away from the soldiers that patrol the place and eventually reaches the building. When he opened the door and went inside, there was a soldier sitting down while taking calls through a radio. Stan then sneaked up behind him, takes out his grappling wire, and strangles him with it from behind. After a few tosses and turns, the soldier’s neck cracks while killing him instantly. With no time to hide the body, Stan quickly plants the remaining bombs inside the building. As soon as Stan got done planting the bombs, he headed for the door but then the door knob turned which made Stan hide behind the door as it opened. When a soldier came in and sees one of his teammates dead on the floor, Stan went behind him with the wire and strangles him as well. After a couple of pulls, the soldier’s neck cracked. Stan didn’t hide the bodies so instead he just closes the door. He tries to come up with a plan to get out and get a safe distance from the area but then he sees a sniper on a lookout tower. He went towards the tower undetected and as soon as he grapples on the top of the tower, he knocks out the sniper with a superman punch. Stan grappled down the tower and leaves the area. When he got a great distance to watch the thing unfold, he pulls out the detonator and turns the key while smiling. The explosion was devastating when all of the convoy trucks and the building blew up all at once with a thirty foot mushroom cloud. “*laughs* Yeah!” Stan yelled victoriously. After Stan’s job was complete, he went back home and kept his head down. Brasher Club soldiers rushed toward the destroyed outpost in a matter of minutes. Hours later, Stan heads to his computer, gets on Facebook, and sends a video chat invite to Kyle. Kyle accepted it immediately and said, “Dude, did you do it?” “Yeah, I did.” “Oh, nice job, man. You’re working way back.” “Hey, get a drink. I wanna make a toast.” “Alright. Be right back.” After they both got a glass, they raised their glasses up high and took a drink. “I guess, that’s that then,” Kyle said. “Yeah, but now I have to keep my head down for a while. Heavily guarded, Kyle? More like barely guarded.” “Well, I don’t know what the accurate status is. Don’t blame me.” Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A maid went over to the door and answers it. “Yes?” the maid said. “Is Stan there?” the person asked. “He is. He’s in his room upstairs.” “Can I come in?” “Sure.” As soon as the person walks inside, he went upstairs and as soon as he sees Stan on the computer, he said, “The whole job. Everything about it. Anyone who knows about your file…. What’s wrong with you?” “Who’s that, Stan?” Kyle asked. “Tweek! Long time no see,” Stan greeted. “Tweek? Are you serious?” “Yeah, dude. How did you know I was here, Tweek?” “Cartman told me that you were here and everything that he said about you.” “Oh, yeah? Is the news going to spread?” Stan asked. “And what about Daniel? If that fruitcake realizes, no, no, finds out you’re alive, you are D-O-N-E fucked!” “Don’t worry. Daniel won’t find out that it was me. He’ll think the guy would probably be some kind of saboteur from the Switchblades. Besides, I didn’t have nothing to do with it. Whatever the hell it is you’re talking about.” “Really?” Tweek then grabs the remote for the TV and turns it on to the news channel. A news reporter was interrogating the sniper that was knocked out while the outpost behind them was blown up. “You said you saw a glimpse of the person who did this?” the news reporter said. “Yeah, I was just watching over the entire thing and then all of a sudden, there was this little kid with a blue and red hat that knocked me out in an instant,” the soldier answered. Stan then took the remote from Tweek and turns it off. “I don’t know anything about that. Do you, Kyle?” “No, I don’t.” “Whatever. Hell’s coming for you, Stan,” Tweek warned. “Well, tell Hell that I’m gonna be laying back and playing it off real nice.” Meanwhile at the clubhouse, Daniel was watching the news channel as well with a raised eyebrow. He then turned the TV off and went to the memorial room. He sees that the dog tag and grappling device of Stan was gone which made him agitated. He then went to the training grounds where Chris, Pip, and Damien is. “Mount his ass! Mount! Mount!” Chris yelled at the recruits while they’re fighting. “Chris, Damien. I need you guys,” Daniel said. “Fine. Pip, keep watch of them,” Damien said. “Ok.” Daniel, Damien, and Chris went to the armory to talk in private. “What is it?” Damien asked Daniel. “Guys. This ghost I saw. His name is Stan Marsh. Sounds like he’s living in Colorado. Find him.” “What about the Switchblades that we’re going to see?” Chris asked. “That’s why I want you to find him. Me, Damien, and Pip will handle it.” “What can Pip do? She can only-” “You think it’s clever to disrespect women?” “Disrespect? What? I wasn’t disrespecting. I was just saying that Pip shouldn’t do it. It’s a man’s thing.” “Ain’t you got a mother?” “Everyone has mothers. *looks at Damien* At least one.” “Go and find him, Chris! Look through the yellow pages if you have to.” “Ok. Alright.” “Damien, you wanna go now?” “Sure, let’s go.” “Grab your gun and let’s roll then.” “Ok.” “Pip! Let’s go!” “Be right there!” As soon as Daniel gets out of the clubhouse and went into his car, Damien and Pip went to the car with their guns. Daniel then opens the gates with an automatic gate opener and drives to North Park. “Are we in a hurry?” Pip asked. “We are in a hurry but not that kind of a hurry,” Daniel answered. After a few miles, they reach a gas station where there were a couple of motorcycles and a van with people that are wearing red, white, and black colors of the Switchblades. “Well, speak of the devil….” a Switchblade member said. “How you crazy kids doing today?” Daniel asked the group of four. “We’re doing just fine. Is it my birthday today? Because my present is right in front my eyes. The president, the vice president, and the enforcer of Brasher Club are here. I welcome this opportunity.” The four members then pulled out their guns which made Damien and Pip shoot two of them. The other two bailed and headed in their van. “Hey, where are you guys going?” Daniel asked as they drove off. He, Damien, and Pip went back in the car and follows the van. “Alrighty-roo. Let’s see where they’re going,” Daniel said. “We really scared them,” Damien said. “Yeah. Thank fuck they didn’t pull the trigger on you poor souls. *rubs Damien’s hair*” “I can’t see us taking out all of the Switchblades this time, Daniel. I mean there will be some out of the city, and some over you know….by that….” “If not today, their time will soon be upon them, Pip.” “Do we know where they’re going yet?” Damien asked. “I got a feeling, yeah, but we gotta make sure.” “You know you could send a division after them instead of us three doing it ourselves,” Pip said. “We do this now, Pip! All of us! Besides, I got a taste for Switchblade blood.” After following the van for a couple of miles, the van pulls into a trailer park. “Oh look look, they’re pulling up! You did it, Daniel. They’re stopping,” Pip said. After the van parked in the center of the park which got the whole residence their attention, Daniel stopped the Camaro on a road and gets out along with Damien and Pip. “You guys hold the perimeter. Daddy’s going to work,” Daniel ordered as he ran into the park with Lorraine. “Do you think he needs our help?” Pip asked Damien. “Not really. I’m thinking that he needs to get his anger out.” “Oh.” As soon as Daniel sees the first batch of the Switchblades, he takes them all out separately. A couple of bullets struck Daniel on his shoulder but he shakes it off. While he worked his way to the center of the park, Daniel gets flanked from behind. When the bullets hit Daniel, his builder rose to three hundred which made turn into his dark side. He became invincible to all gunfire plus his bullets that shoot out of Lorraine became stronger which made the enemies lose their arms and legs when they got hit by him. “I don’t like conspiracies!!! *shoots* Step right up. Step right up!” After about five minutes of killing Switchblades, it got suddenly quiet. “Hey, come on! I’m just getting started! *shakes head* Huh? What did I just do? Did I do all of this?” Daniel then gets out of the park and regroups with Damien and Pip. “We killed some that were fleeing,” Damien said. “Great,” Daniel said satisfyingly. “Dear god. You have blood all over you,” Pip said. “Yeah, I know. Listen, you two. I don’t know what these naysayers are talking about. Look at me. I’m cranked on flesh and blood most of the time, but I’m productively personified.” “You sure achieved a lot today,” Damien agreed. “It was time to put my affairs in order.” “You going somewhere?” Pip asked. “Soon as I find that specter on the TV. Stan Marsh.” “He was one of our best men who got shot, right?” “Yeah that’s him. One of my bestest pals….” “I thought he was dead,” Damien said. “You’re catching on fast. Yeah. The fucking ghost I been talking about.” “He’s alive?” “He’s walking, and he’s talking, and he’s blowing up joints, so I guess, yeah, that makes him alive, don’t it?” “And how do you know it’s him?” “It’s his MO, and it’s the same corny shit he was spewing when I gave the power to him.” “This could be a trap, Daniel. What if someone wants you to think he’s alive?” Pip asked. “I was fooled when I thought he was dead. I ain’t fooled now. Stan Marsh lives and breathes. He’s in Colorado, and he’s got some explaining to do.” “They could be trying to draw you out into the open.” “That’s a conspiracy theory too far, even for you, Pip.” “E-Exactly. The Switchblades could be behind this. You’ll never know.” “We’ll see where it leads. Now, can you guys do me a favor?” “What?” Damien asked. “*opens arms out* I’m all hurt today. Gimme some X, please?” “Aww, of course,” Pip said as she and Damien gave Daniel a hug. “Now, let’s go back home,” Daniel said as he gets in the car. They all headed back to clubhouse but as soon as they came back and entered inside, Daniel sees Chris and tries to stop him while speed walking away. “Hey, hey, hey. You little shit. Come here. Stan fucking Marsh, right? Red and blue hat. Five foot four. Twelve years old. Find him?” “Colorado is a big, big place, Daniel. There’s lots of people.” “You are fucking useless. Huh? Find out who did that fucking sabotage, alright? And if Stan Marsh lives here, or anyone matching his description, or I’m gonna kill you and your fucking best friend you recruited! Am I being clear now?” “Yes, Daniel.” “Thank you, Chris. Now, smile.” “*smiles*” “*rubs Chris’s hair* Yeah….alright, that’s better. Run along now.” “Ok.” “*turns to Damien and Pip* So, who wants dinner?” After they had dinner and Daniel writing back to “Trent”, his cell phone goes off. “Hello?” “Daniel.” “Wendy. What’s up?” “Nothing good. There is a band of Switchblades that are coming after you.” “What? Really?” “Yeah, I went through some of their security footage and they just left their hideout with a plan to kill you.” “Ah, fuck. Ok. Thanks for warning me. I’ll get my team ready for them.” After he hung up, he gets his loudspeaker microphone out and said, “Uh, attention all BC. There is a bloodthirsty mob of angry Switchblades that are coming for our clubhouse after what we done to them today. So, I would advise all of you to get your asses into position!” Daniel then grabs Lorraine and headed up to the second floor where there was the lookout windows along with several others of BC members that joined him including Pip, Chris, and Damien. “If I really knew I had visitors, I would’ve done a little spring cleaning,” Daniel said as Switchblade vehicles rolled up at the clubhouse and started shooting. “You’ve gone and made this personal!” a BC member said while shooting. Pip and Damien killed several of men already but then even more vehicles show up. “Hey! Does anybody wanna use this?!” a BC member yelled while holding a grenade launcher. “I’ll take it!” Daniel volunteered as the member tosses him the launcher. Every shot blew up every time it landed in which the vehicles exploded very rapidly. “Out you cocksuckers!” another BC member shouted. “Look at it! They’re leaving!” Pip pointed. “Yeah! Fuck with us, huh?! Fuck with us, yeah?!” Chris yelled. “Nice going, everybody! That was one for the books!” Daniel said. “Um, sir? We got some men down,” one BC member said while a couple more were injured. “Get them in the medical room please,” Daniel commanded. “What about all of this chaos we’ve done?” Damien asked. “I guess we should clean it up but if the police comes by, they can help us.” “That’s fine. That’s what we’re geared up for,” Chris said. After doing all of that which took them the entire night, the sun rose from the horizon, Daniel woke up early with a smile on his face and leaves his room but then he saw Chris awake already which then he tried to hide from Daniel. “Get back here! You’re not even hidden! Have you got it?” Daniel asked. “I-I been trying, Daniel. I been trying.” “Come over here, will ya? I ain’t gonna hit ya.” “I been trying.” “I know. I know.” Daniel then suddenly punches Chris in the face in which he fell backwards. “....I thought you said you wasn’t gonna hit me?” “I thought you said you were gonna find fucking Stan Marsh.” “There’s no one that has the name Stan Marsh. I tried to do the first name but with the last name initial though. There is five Stan M’s living in Colorado: One’s seventy four, one’s twenty six, another one is married, and the other is in first grade. I tried reaching out the one in first grade. I asked the teacher to put him on the phone just to be safe. She threatened to call the cops on me. I ain’t no molester, Daniel.” “Shut up before I molest you, alright? Now, what’s the fifth one?” “The fifth one’s name is Stan….Mulligan. About the right age, right height, and has the same appearance.” “Does he wear a hat?” “Yeah.” “What color?” “Red and Blue.” “Red and blue? Where’s he located?” “Denver.” “Denver? What address?” “I gotta look back again but I know it’s in Denver.” “Chris, you’re a genius! Come here!” As soon as Daniel helps Chris back up to his feet, he punches him again. “Don’t you ever not tell me things I wanna know!” “Sorry, Daniel.” “Damien! Pip! We’re going on a road trip!” “*opens door* Are we?” Pip asked. “Not you. Me and Damien. You and Chris stay here and watch over the fort while we’re gone. Now, Damien! Go eat some breakfast so we can go!” “Fine.” After everyone ate their breakfast and lunch also getting a bag of sticky bombs, Damien and Daniel set off on their trip but Daniel wanted to do something before he goes to Denver. “So, we’re just gonna go to Denver, then?” Damien asked. “Soon. I gotta make a stop.” “Does it involve the sticky bombs in the bag?” “Yep.” “Ah, ok. Because I was confused of why we are bringing them along. So, what’s the stop anyway?” “Family’s important, Damien. Not as important as the man that raised you, mentored you, and loved you, but it’s important. We gotta pay Stan a visit.” “Yes, that’s all true. But where are stopping exactly?” “For fuck’s sakes! Another chapter of the Switchblades have descended on this fine town, looking to mourn and maybe revenge their dead. I was thinking, me and you could pay our respects.” “Mmm, ok. I like where this is going.” After going into North Park and heading back to the trailer park that the team found earlier, Daniel parks his car behind a hill and said, “Camp’s up there. We gotta wait until it’s sundown before we can drop in again.” “It’s starting to rain.” “Which is perfect for a downfall scenario like this one.” “That’s true.” “So, for the remainder of the time. Let’s set our seats back and watch the rain fall.” “*adjusts seat* This is actually peaceful.” “I know it is. But do you know what’s even more peaceful?” “What?” “*adjusts seat* Watching the rain drop with you.” “*blushes* Your words always flatter me.” “Come here. Let’s cuddle.” “*scoots next to Daniel* What if someone finds us here?” “This part of the park is abandoned anyway so we’re fine.” “Ok. *sigh*” “*kisses Damien on the forehead* I love you.” “I love you too.” The time passed at around seven thirty along with the weather which turned into a thunderstorm. Daniel opens his door and scans the area left and right same as for Damien. “Alright. You take half of the bombs in the bag and I take the other half. You might have to go to the other side of park so we can get it done faster,” Daniel said as they both get out of the car. Daniel went to the left side of the park while Damien went to the right while being hidden in a dark thunderstorm. Daniel plants the first bomb while Damien sets two already. When Daniel tried to plant his second bomb, Switchblades were around the corner talking to one another which made him hide behind cover and peek. “Where’s the rest of the shit at?” a Switchblade member told to another. “It was gone.” “What do you mean it was gone? This was a two man job.” “The guy was weird when he decided to do it.” “It’s not weird enough if you done your job and hid the shit somewhere.” “He was the one that took it! I swear!” “Yeah, but now we’re gonna beat you until you tell us where it is.” “I don’t know!” The Switchblades then beats up one of their teammates for punishment which gave Daniel an opening to move forward and plant the rest of the bombs. After about 15 minutes of planting the bombs while taking out a couple of enemies, Daniel went back into his car while soaking wet in the rain. “Damien, you’re here already?” “Yeah.” “How long did you sit in here?” “Not that long. You got the bombs ready?” “Yep. But….do you want to do it?” “You want me to blow it up?” “Well, you love fire. So why not?” “Pft. Give it to me.” As soon as Daniel hands the detonator to Damien, he presses it immediately. The trailer park went up in flames in mere seconds. Not a single person could’ve survive the blasts. “Arrgh! Woo!” Damien yelled. “Ha, ha, yeah! Now, we don’t have to think about the Switchblades no more. Let’s go find my old buddy,” Daniel said as he drove away from the inferno. “Stan Marsh must have pissed you off real bad for you to want to find him so much.” “He didn’t piss me off. The guys that killed him. The Canadian Feds. They pissed me off.” “But, if he’s dead, who’s this….” “Now you’re starting to grasp the pertinent questions. Who is this guy using my dead friend’s tired-ass movie quotes? With my dead friend’s alias? And my dead friend’s family? In a house that must have been paid for with my dead friend’s stashed millions?” “That just made my mind blow.” “Yeah, I’ll show you a fucking mind blow. I’m gonna stick my boy in your eye, it’s gonna come out your ear! Huh!” “I-I-I didn’t mean anything like that, Daniel. What’s wrong with you?” “Lube up your eye hole, fucker, ‘cause I’m gonna blow your tiny mind, eh. I’m about ready to turn you into roadkill. *grabs Damien’s shoulder*” “Stop it! Seriously! Why are you acting so psychotic?” “*exhales* Sorry, Damien. I’m just….overwhelmed with the fact that I’m gonna see Stan when we get there.” “So, then you decided to attempt to….”blow” my mind?” “I just went crazy there. I’m sorry, Damien, for doing that.” “Apology accepted. Just don’t do that again.” “Right.” After about a couple of hours of driving, they both can see the tall skyscrapers of Denver. “Here we are again. The Mile High City.” “I still remember being risen out of the ground after that last mission we did with all of us.” “Yeah, that was a great surprise appearance. Tell the devil I say thank you very much.” “Oh, I will and don’t expect me to save you again.” “Save me? I just want a miracle to happen and it did.” “So, do you know exactly where Stan is located?” “I do. It’s….in my pocket. *reaches inside* There we go. Here. You’re the keeper of that. What’s it say?” “1296 Lacefield Drive.” “Yes siree. That’s where he is.” “Great.” “Are you nervous or excited at least?” “Not at all. Are you?” “Me? I’m excited. Why aren’t you though?” “It’s just another friend reunion. I’m not too surprised.” “You’re a total buzzkill, Damien.” “Well, I’m sorry. The only people I care about is you and Pip. That’s all.” “What about Stan or Chris or anyone in our club?” “I don’t mind them too much.” “Whatever.” After a moment of searching through houses, they found their house. “This is the place right here,” Daniel said calmly. “Alright, let’s go meet him then.” “Actually, can you wait in the car? I wanna do this myself.” “What? What if something happens to you in there?” “Nothing will happen. Just stay in here.” “....Ok. Don’t be long.” Daniel then gets out of the car and steps into the driveway. As soon as he rang the doorbell, Stan looked at the door with an eyebrow raised. He slowly walked toward the door and opens it. By the time he saw Daniel right in front of him, his heart raced out of control and couldn’t speak. “.....Daniel?” “Stan….” “...... Hey….it’s good to see you man.” “Hmm, yeah. Course, I’m not the one that’s been….resurrected……….Ain’t this grand?” “Yeah, well….I got in a bit of an awkward situation.” “Hmm, you’re telling me, bro. Yeah….one of those, fake your own deaths to your best buddies, and then run off with the dough, and then live in a big mansion, awkward situations.” “That’s one way of looking at it.” “Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it? Cause I’m all out.” “It was a long while, man. I’ve been in protection. I still am.” “That’s great….that’s great. Wait. I’m sorry. Where are my manners, right? Can I come in, please?” “Um, sure.” “Thank you.” “*closes door* So, how did you find out that I was here?” “I saw something on the news about an outpost being blown up. So, I was thinking it was you.” “Did you think it could’ve been someone else? Like someone from the Switchblades?” “Could have but the guy that was interviewed said that the person who blew up had a red and blue hat on plus your dog tag and your hook went missing.” “Oh….well….I guess you caught me.” “Mm-hmm.” “So….um….” “*sigh* Listen….I’m very happy now that I found you. I want you to come back home to us.” “You want me….to come back?” “Yeah. You can meet Kyle and all of your friends again.” “Are-Are you sure you want me to?” “Well, what was the reason you blew up that outpost?” “Because I was tired of being alone and left out. So, I wanted to get back in the game.” “Exactly. I can get you back into the Club. No problem. What’s stopping you?” “What’s stopping me is that I don’t want to see my friends just yet. I wanna see the club again but just not my friends right now.” “That’s fine. You could stay at the clubhouse for a little while and until you feel confident, you can make your surprise return. Does that work?” “Yeah, that can work.” “Were you going to sleep before I came here?” “I was. Why?” “Because I was wondering if you would like to come back now but it’s getting pretty late.” “Yeah, you’re right.” “Should we go in the morning?” “Um, yeah. In the morning could do it.” “I don’t have a room in a hotel right now but is it possible if I could crash here for the night or do you have any extra bedrooms?” “I do. But, y-yeah. You could stay here for the night.” “Good. I’m gonna go get something from the car. Be right back.” After Daniel went back to his car, Stan became very afraid that Daniel might do something very horrible. By the time Daniel came back in the house, Stan’s eyes widen. “Dude, you brought Damien along with you?!” Stan worried. “Shh, he’s so graceful,” Daniel whispered while holding Damien while he’s sleeping. He then went to the living room and sets Damien on the couch. “And yes, I did brought him along. Because we did something before we came here. *lays blanket on Damien* Now, go get some sleep. We’re leaving at the crack of dawn.” “Why that early?” “Cause of traffic and I wanna get you back as quickly as possible. Now, go. Good night.” “Yeah. Night.” When Stan went up the stairs and saw Daniel kissed Damien lightly on the forehead, he went to bed with a frightened face. “This is bad. This is very bad. I cannot believe that Daniel would find me that easily. Tweek was right. Now, I’m going back to South Park. I’m glad that Kyle and Wendy knew that I’m alive already. But if Cartman sees me or my parents or any of my friends do, my cover will be blown. But when I get back, I hope it will be another step up to exposing myself to everyone.” As Stan thought about his future for a while, he falls asleep. The time was passed at around seven in the morning. Daniel went into Stan’s room to wake him up. “Hey. Hey, Stan. Wake up.” “*grunts* Is it time already?” “It’s the crack of dawn so yeah. Pack up the things you need and we’ll be waiting outside.” “Ok….fine.” After Stan woke up, packed up his things, and went to Daniel’s car, they began heading back to South Park. “Hey, Damien. Are you happy to see Stan again?” “Oh, yeah. I’m really happy.” “Was that sarcasm?” “No, I’m serious. I’m glad to see Stan that he’s alive.” “What about you, Stan? Are you happy that you’re going back to your hometown?” “Yeah, dude. I am. Are we gonna eat breakfast?” “We will. Would McDonald’s do it?” “I don’t care.” “Alright.” “You know, I can probably handle this myself. What do guys say that I buy breakfast for you guys- catch up properly?” “Thanks, but you don’t have to, homie.” “Well, I’m trying to do you a favor.” “Pfft. Judging by past behavior, and the state of the rest of your family….fuck only knows what that means.” “Hey, fuck you!” “Yeah. You’re a model boyfriend and a wonderful soldier. I can just tell.” “You walk into my home and try to tell me how to run my life? It doesn't work like that, amigo. It’s nice to see you guys and all, but Daniel, you smell like piss. Damien, you got blood under your nails and both of you look like you’ve been up for, what, a week? Who the fuck are you to tell me anything?” “I’m someone who knows you, you fucking slippery snake. I know the second we leave you, you’ll just go home. We’re gonna get you back in the Club. You’re not abandoning us just like what you did with Cartman and Trent.” “Yeah….Trent.” “Poor motherfucker must have woken up handcuffed to a hospital gurney after that stunt of yours. He still writes to me from the joint, you know.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “Ok. So….how you been doing?” “Oh, I’m getting by. Aside from the loneliness and heartbreak, of course.” “How’s the clubhouse holding up?” “We’re getting new soldiers. Plus a brand new elite that Chris remembered back in the day he was with. Also, it’s been totally renovated.” “I saw a couple of renovations before. Is it luxurious?” “If you wanna call it that. I mean, we ain’t got tennis courts, golf links, and all the pumped-up plastic sluts you’re used to in this city, but, well you know….it’ll do.” “Yeah, well you know you’d ask me if I could go back, but….” “Yeah, don’t worry, alright? I got someone to crash while we work things out. With actual friends.” “We got things to work out?” “Yes siree.” Meanwhile at Kyle’s house, Kyle was eating his breakfast until the doorbell had rung. “I’m like, “Bitch, you ain’t no more of a man than me,” Chris said. “I hear that,” Chris’s friend said. *door opens* “Gangsta shit, dude. Guess who’s back!” Chris greeted to Kyle. “What’s up, man,” Kyle greeted back. “Nuttin’ much.” “Who’s this?” “Kyle, I want you to meet our newest Brasher Club elite recruit and bestest friend of mine, Gregory Yardale AKA Kazarian.” “*Too Sweets* Brasher Club for life!” Gregory said. “Damn, dude. I gotta spend my day with another kid that tries to be known?” “What did this kid say?” “It’s nice to meet you, dude.” “You’re Styles, right? One of the best?” “Yeah. Used to be. My name’s Kyle, by the way. Also, in the next couple of days, you will be gone for good. So, the Club will fuck your family, steal everything they get from you, and no one will ever think about you for years.” “Heh. You got jokes now, huh? Hey, but I see you doing well for yourself, check that on out.” “Well, I’m doing just fine.” “That’s what I hear. But I know some sweet boys up in the Club that got bigger balls than you.” “Oh, you been doing your training by looking at sweet boy balls? Yeah, it’s good to have confirmation.” “This funny fuck….Why you keep hanging around with this clown, Chris? Shake this fool.” “We’re from the same set, Gregory. Why, Why can’t you guys get along? We’ve doing this shit for a long time.” “You know what, man? *Too Sweets* Nice to meet you. Great job of becoming an elite. Thanks for choosing the best. But you definitely got hit up inside.” “*pushes Kyle* Hit up? Look, motherfucker, I know people like you that have been turned out on the daily. Talking about being hit up, dude, I swear, man. You ain’t got no motherfucking respect.” “Motherfucker, I got respect for reality.” “Reality? Alright, alright, you keep thinking that. Just keep thinking that, man. And hell, you’re gonna get yours.” “Fuck you.” “I swear, man.” “Kazarian, chill out,” Chris said. “No, this motherfucker is getting on my goddamn nerves.” “He’s getting on my nerves too. Part of the Club charm. Kyle, come on, let’s just bust a move. You wanna go with us or what?” “Go where?” “.....Pick up this heat, dude.” “Why?” “Business, dude,” Chris and Gregory said together. “You do know that the dirty cops befriended you guys. But the rest of the police, they don’t care about savages like you two.” “Are you coming with us or not? You’re acting like a girl now,” Chris asked irritatingly. “Ugh, fine. Let me just dress properly. *closes door*” After Kyle dressed up in his street clothes, they started walking back to the clubhouse. “Let’s head to clubhouse so we can get some guns,” Chris commanded. “I’m not allowed in there anymore,” Kyle said negatively. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you some. Man, look at this fly ass motherfucker for a minute. Check him out!” “Ha, ha! He got his swag on, right? I hope he doesn’t think he gonna fuck us. ‘Cause he looking pretty, but I ain’t goin’ the distance, man,” Gregory said. “*rolls eyes* Gregory, you got your nerves given at your resign. Dude, you’re the creepiest kid around here, man.” “You know, when you guys became big, you were the kings, and I wanna be a king too.” “Soon as we do this shit, soon as we get paid,” Chris said. “Soon as we get incarcerated is more like it,” Kyle said. “Don’t be a pussy.” After a couple of minutes of walking, they reach the clubhouse. “Wait, out here, Kyle. We’ll get you something,” Chris ordered as he and Gregory scan their dog tags. “Dog tag scanners? That’s new,” Kyle said. A couple more minutes later, they come out with guns. “Here. Would this do it?” Chris asked as he hands Kyle a sweeper shotgun. “Um, yeah. This should be good.” “Got mine, too,” Gregory said while holding a pistol. “Man, we got some recycling to do. Come on,” Chris said. “Where are we going exactly?” Kyle asked. “A warehouse in North Park.” “Oh, of course. North Park. But do you guys got some shit I don’t know about?” “Nah, dude. We got ourselves a drug deal.” “Since when did you guys start doing drug deals? And why do I get the feeling that this is gonna be like one of them deals gone wrong type situations?” “Now, see, that’s that negative attitude Chris was telling me about, man. You ain’t getting nowhere thinking like that,” Gregory said. “The power of positive bullshit. You oughta be clenching your vagina muscles with a prostitute.” “After this bit, it probably need tightening up,” Chris said. “This new age shit, it’s fact. You get what you give,” Gregory said. “You’ve been getting dick, but you ain’t giving it, huh?” Kyle asked threateningly. “Some mark talk like that to an elite? Brasher Club has changed, man. No wonder we couldn’t get any enemies to get us.” “Speaking of change. Chris’s been meaning to talk to you, man.” After walking for several minutes, they arrive at the warehouse. “Eh, we meeting him here,” Chris pointed. “How did you guys find this place?” Kyle asked. “The dude set it up.” “This is the kind of spot where we ain’t gonna be disturbed,” Gregory said. After climbing up some stairs, they opened the door where the dealer is waiting. “Hey! What’s up!” Chris greeted. “Nothin’ much! How you people doing?” the dealer said. “We’re fine. Where the paper at?” “I just got into the club. Now, I’m crossing lines and did some time with some of your folk,” Gregory said. “Uh….hey, hey. Look, look, look. This ain’t about you, man,” the dealer said. “What?” “You know these guys done fucked up!” “What the fuck this trick talkin’ about man?” Suddenly, a couple of vans pulled up in front of the warehouse. Kyle look through the window to see what it was. “What’s that? Someone creeping on us? Is that the heat?” “That’s not the police! It’s the 5-11's! We were set up!” “That’s some bullshit!” Gregory then pulls out his pistol and shoots the dealer a couple times in the head. “Bitch ass 5-11's!” Gregory yelled. “Let’s go through the other way!” Chris ordered as he and the others get their guns ready for a firefight. The first hallway they went in had a couple of enemies which Chris already took out. “The guy set us up,” Chris said. “Fuck! I said lay low after you got clocked,” Kyle said. “You lay low, motherfucker. That ain’t me.” “I can see that.” “You always say you knew better, bitch. *shoots* But you always end up in the same fucked up situations!” “I’m gonna learn to trust my own goddamn instincts!” “Cover me! I’m gonna get through this!” Just as Chris was about to open the door, the doors blew up in front of Chris making him fall backwards while more enemies come in. “Ah, shit!” Kyle yelled as he sprayed his shotgun all over the enemies that came by. “Thanks, dude. You’re going in first next time.” “Shit, then we will all be dead.” “Not me, man,” Gregory said. As they enter the second hallway, multiple enemies came in. Kyle went for the guy that hid in the cover the closest. He hurdled over the cover and knocks the guy out with his forearm while he sprayed the following men that came out to get him. Gregory gets the last guy and they move forward. “Man, I don’t want any of your clumsy asses falling down these stairs. They were a safety hazard before blood got spilled all over the place,” Chris said as he killed one of the guys that ran up the stairs. “You never fucking learn,” Kyle said as the three approaches the next hallway. “God, more people?!” Gregory complained. “Man, just kill me and get it over with,” Kyle said as he shoots one more. By the time they reach the processing room, it was flooded with enemies with assault rifles. “We ain’t gonna run from this! Get down!” Chris yelled as the three got into cover while the enemies opened fire. “How many of these guys are there?!” Kyle yelled as he fired back. “Wait a minute! I got a plan! I’m gonna go and bolt through these assholes and while I’m doing that, you guys finish them off!” “Alright! On your count!” “.....Go!” When Chris darted at the enemies to make them distracted, Kyle and Gregory charged forward and kills the men who were aiming for Chris. “*shoots* Alright! That’s gotta be all of them! You should’ve counted before we were getting ready!” Kyle said. “I just wanna get the fuck out of here!” Chris said. “Did you think to work out an exit while you set up this meet?” “There’s always a way out! We just gotta find it!” “I see it!” Gregory pointed out. When they all rushed out through the exit, a police chopper was waiting for them. “A chopper, dude!” Kyle yelled. “An all-seeing eye gonna cause us some trouble. Clap them, guys!” Chris ordered as they all fired at the chopper which was later brought down and exploded. “Through the junkyard! Come on!” Chris ordered. “Let me drive!” Gregory volunteered. “You know how to drive?!” Kyle questioned him. “Not just knowing how to drive! I hold a power like you guys do!” “Yeah, he has the power of a street racer and a pro racer so he could pretty much know how to get away from the cops or a tail catcher!” Chris said. “Oh, well, thank fuck for that!” Kyle said as they get into one of the 5-11 vans and drove away. Gregory then sees a couple of squad cars coming up behind them in his rear view mirror. “Hang on!” Gregory yelled as he took a sharp turn into an alley and stops the car which then the cops went past them and doesn’t see them. “That’s it! That’s it! We lost them! Let’s head back now,” Chris ordered. “Take me back home. You guys almost got my ass killed back there,” Kyle said disgustingly. After a couple of minutes of waiting to make sure there aren’t any cops nearby, they head back to Kyle’s house. “Here we are. Go hang with Rebecca sometime so you could lie down,” Chris said. “Shut the fuck up,” Kyle said angrily. “Hell nah, dude. You sounding more and more like a sni-i-itch every day.” “No, I sound like somebody that’s trying to live the life and not get killed.” “He’s a hook ass kid. I told you,” Gregory said to Chris. “Dude, go toss a salad! Fucking bitch,” Kyle insulted as Gregory gave him the middle finger while he drove away. When Kyle head back inside his house, Daniel, Damien, and Stan arrived in South Park. “Recognize this place, Stan?” Daniel questioned. “Yeah….very much.” “Let’s go see how the Club’s holding up.” As soon as they all reached the clubhouse, Daniel sees Chris and Gregory getting out of a 5-11 van inside a garage. When Daniel parked his car, he gets out and said, “What’s this?” “Oh, Daniel! You’re back! How’s the trip?” Chris asked. “Just fine. What are you doing here with a 5- 11 van?” “Oh, we’ve went to a deal and we used this to get away from everything.” “What deal?” “The one in North Park.” “And you went to it?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “So, we could get some stuff, y’know?” “You two almost got yourselves killed is what you could’ve gotten from that deal.” “Not just us. We brought Kyle along,” Gregory said but then Chris backhands him. “You what?! You brought Kyle along with you guys?!” Daniel panicked. “Yeah….we did,” Chris admitted. “Gregory, Damien, Stan. Go inside.” “I cannot believe you’re alive, Stan.” “....Yeah.” As soon as they went inside, Daniel stared at Chris with a sinister look. “Why did you bring Kyle with you?” Daniel asked. “Because we need some support.” “You do know that he not with Brasher Club anymore.” “I know but he’s still a great kid to have by our side if something goes down.” “But did you listen to my words? DO NOT invite anyone to your little….plan if they aren’t affiliated with us.” “Well what about you?” “What do you mean?” “You still talk to him.” “Yeah, I do but not recently because of Stan’s death but if they see each other, we will be talking back and forth again.” “Ok, but let’s change the subject a bit. What do you think happened to the grappling hook and the dog tag of Stan in the memorial room?” “How am I supposed to know?” “Talk to Stan. See if he knows.” “*tsk* You always endanger me. No matter what you do.” “I’m sorry.” “NOW, you’re sorry. Thank god you didn’t get him killed out there. Unbelievable.” Daniel went back inside while Chris stood still and hanged his head in shame. “Hey, Daniel,” Pip said. “Yeah?” “There is something that mystifies me.” “What?” “If we all have a separate power in our dog tags, what are Pete and Michael’s powers?” “It’s resurrection, right?” “That was before they got the dog tags actually. Remember in the forest with Tweek?” Damien asked. “Oh….um….I don’t know.” “Should we try and find out?” Pip asked. “Go ahead. While you guys are doing that, me and Stan will be in my room.” When Damien and Pip go to the memorial room to get the goths’ dog tags, Daniel brought Stan in his room and said, “Stan….” “Yeah?” “Do you know where your hook and tag is?” “Yeah.” “Where?” “I actually brought it in my bag here.” “Show it to me.” “*opens bag and pulls out the hook and tag*” “Where on Earth did you get those?” “From here?” “Ok….how did you get those from here BEFORE I got to see you?” “Someone helped me?” “Who?” “*mumbles*” “I didn’t hear you. Say that again.” “....Kyle.” “Kyle? How did you get Kyle to get your stuff?” “Through Facebook.” “Are you shitting me?” “No.” “Because I began to wonder how you pulled that sabotage off like that without your hook and tag. Kyle? Are. You. Serious?” “Well, he didn’t believe it was me when I tried to reach him.” “So? He took something…. that belongs here….in which he’s not supposed to be anymore.” “What are you gonna do?” “I was gonna go in and bust in his house with guns armed but since you have it in front me in which you brought back in here, I won’t.” “....Ok.” “*injects serum* Ahh. Now, let’s put this behind us and go see the others.” “Indeed.” Daniel and Stan went to the training grounds to see what Pip and Damien found out about the goths’ dog tags. “Hey, guys. Did you find anything?” Daniel asked. “Find anything? It’s telekinesis,” Damien answered. “What?” “Yeah. Watch. Watch me and Pip pick some bullets up.” Damien and Pip put their hands out and magically gravitates the bullets in the air. “That’s incredible,” Stan said. “I wish that I would’ve told the goths that they had this. If I did, they would be still here with us right now,” Daniel said. “You’re right. But we know that these things could come in handy,” Damien said. But then, Stan’s phone went off. “Hello?” “Stan. It’s Tweek. We need to talk.” “I was about to tell you the same thing.” “Ok. Meet me at the park as soon as you can get there.” “Alright. *hangs up and looks at Daniel* Can I go and get some fresh air? I wanna see the town again.” “By yourself?” “Yeah.” “Mm-ok. Just don’t run into any of your friends out there.” “I know, I know.” Stan then leaves the clubhouse and starts heading to the city park. When he reaches the park, he sees Tweek leaning forward on the kiddy jungle gym waiting. “Tweek! How are you doing?” Stan asked. “You’re here so quickly. I thought you were at Denver still so I would wait here for at least an hour or two. But I’m about as good as can be expected. But, the news is not good.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know you did that fucking outpost sabotage.” “Tweek, seriously, you’re imagining things.” “Fuck. You.” “Alright! I did it! Take me in! You know what? You guys will be saving my life. Cause Cartman called it, motherfucker.” “What?” “He called it.” “Daniel….” “Last night. But we really haven’t talked about anything either.” “But if, no, when….he starts asking questions why you’re not feeding worms on Canadian soil….Oh, we got problems.” “Yeah, no shit.” “We’re in it.” “Together.” “So….If your problems are….my problems. Then I guess that means that….my problems, are sort of….your problems?” “*chuckles* Uh-uh. Nope.” “What if I lose my rank? Someday someone from the Club decides to come into my house or my shop, starts looking through my stuff. They’ll see the things I did. I know a lot of stuff; I can cop a plea, get five years. But you?” “Fuck you. You ungrateful prick. The Club made your career.” “Well….then we better go about saving it together, because….you and I both know we can’t let it go to shit now.” “What do you need then?” “Faction problem.” “Ok? And?” “The Guerrillas, the Golden Brashers, and the 5-11's. Also, if you wanna count Brasher Club in this as well, we’ve got a little bit of a problem of sticking together and running the whole thing. Cartman said that his faction is the best than all of us. And I say that’s BS.” “So, what is it that you want me to do about it?” “Cartman’s right hand man, William Hammerstein, needs to be taken down. By taken down, I mean ending his life.” “Why can’t you do it?” “Because I’m in a meeting with Cartman and him tonight at eight PM.” “Oh….ok. Where exactly?” “Behind the school.” “Hmm. Alright. Just kill his guy.” “Yes. But make sure that I’m not involved in this. Because when you take that shot to his head, I’m just gonna run out of there.” “....Ok. Sounds easy.” “It is. But he will have more men with him too.” “So, that’s it then?” “Pretty much yeah.” “Ok. Thanks a bunch.” “You’re welcome.” After Stan left the park, he headed back to the clubhouse and waited there until the time was near eight PM. Tweek looks around to see if there was anyone spying on him and goes behind the school. “Tweek,” Cartman greeted. “Hi.” “Did you know why I called this meet?” “Yes. I do.” “What’s that?” “That your faction is better than all of ours.” “Exactly. So, pay up.” “Ok.” Meanwhile, Stan hides behind some bushes and aims his sights on the meet. When Tweek was about to give a suitcase to Cartman, he aimed at his right hand man and takes him out. “Whoa! What the fuck?!” Cartman yelled as his men searched left and right to see where the shooter is. But then, Tweek bailed which made Cartman chase after him. “This isn’t over, Tweek! My faction’s better than yours!” Stan, however, sprinted back to the clubhouse without being spotted. When Stan ran inside, he closes the door shut and stood there while exerting. “Stan. How did it go?” Daniel asked. “It went very well. Very easy.” “Well good. Is that a step to your return?” “More or less, yeah.” “Alright. Get some rest.” “I will.” “See you in the morning.” “Yep. See ya.” “*sighs and opens fridge* The fuck is this shit? *pulls out human heart*” “Is that yours?” Pip asked. “Course not. It’s probably Damien’s or something.” “I don’t wanna know what he’s going to do with that.” “Me neither.” But then, Damien comes in and tries to get the heart in the fridge. “Ahh. There you are, you little shit. Looking for this?” Daniel asked as Damien tries to grab it from him. “Ah-ah-ah. No.” “Very funny.” “What were you gonna do with this?” “Why does it concern you?” “Because I have the right to know.” “You don’t have to know anything.” While Stan hears Daniel and Damien arguing, he tries to fall asleep. But then, his cell phone rumbled. When he checked out his phone, it was a text from Tweek saying, “Nice job back there. I want you to meet me at my shop in the morning. You’re gonna meet my “boss” there too. Good night.” Stan replied back by saying, “I can’t wait to meet him.” When the morning sun shines across the town, Stan snuck out of the clubhouse when everyone was still sleeping and headed straight to Tweek’s coffee shop. By the time he arrived, he sees Tweek, Craig, and another individual sitting altogether. “Hey, Stan,” Tweek greeted. “Tweek. Well, isn’t this nice. You didn’t tell me you were double dating. Sorry, guys….*points at Tweek*....This burning hunk of love is all mine.” “*chuckles* Brilliant. Craig Tucker, amigo but you already know who I am.” “Sorry, your name tag must have fallen off.” “*laughs* Cold! I love it. I-I gotta remember to write that down….and to shoot you in the head, you annoying dick. Thomas, taking notes? This stuff, whoa, pure magic! They should put it on my show. Have you seen my show?” “Is it “How to Become a Deadbeat Nerd Who Flips Off People Like He Doesn’t Give a Damn”?” “*smirks and leans closer*” “So….*points Stan to his seat*....Well done with our….friend, Mr. Cartman,” Tweek said as Stan sat down. “My pleasure. I love helping our faction wage war, especially with itself.” “But you made a mistake….” Thomas doubted. “Did I, cupcake?” “*stands up* Why don’t you keep your fucking voice down before I close your fucking windpipe? The jokes stop now, pal. You will show me and my team some respect.” “Maybe you could define “team” for me. Is that just the three of you? Or the greater Guerrillas? Or the entire faction? Because I’m attempted to argue that, thus far….*stands up*....we haven’t shown a lot of your colleagues a whole lot of respect.” “*grabs Stan’s throat* Then why don’t you start with me, genius?” “You got it, pal.” Craig then lets go of Stan as he sat back down with upset satisfaction. “*sits down* We received intel that Cartman is making a move to ship goods at a local factory near here,” Craig said. “I just dealt with that kid,” Stan complained. “The Golden Brashers is stepping up their questioning because of your moronic move to assassinate their vice president. We need to get in there and stop the whole thing.” “I did what Tonga said.” “Then I guess you will be with a clapped out old Brasher Club member who’s been living off of past glories was your first mistake. You’re my soldier now, amigo. My career depends on this and that’s very important to me. So seeing as we’re all boys now, that makes it important to you.” Stan pouted while he agreed. “Now run along, kids,” Craig ordered as Tweek and Stan got up and leave the shop. “The Guerrillas own a lot across the street off the factory so we can get the supplies,” Tweek said. “Yeah, sure. Sounds nice and secluded. Kind of place you’d run an off-the-books operation, huh?” “So what?” “So, I bet “Guerrilla” ain’t on the deed, that’s so. And we all like our faction open and transparent.” “Except when closed and opaque suits you better.” “Hey, I’m just a puppet. You’re the one pulling the strings.” “Right. Anyway, I need you to make a couple of calls….get some people on board. First guy is Kyle.” “He’s no longer in a faction nor does he want to join one or better yet, he doesn’t want to favors for kids like us.” “Call him or we’ll send some G-men to his house.” “Ok. Ok.” Stan then picked up his phone and calls Kyle. “Stan, this isn’t the best time. I’m kind of busy.” “Hey, sorry about that. Listen, you remember when Tweek came into my house and told me about favors I’m gonna do for him? It’s happening. I need you to come to a lot near the factory in town.” “Well, that’s fine then. I’m almost done with whatever I’m doing anyway. *hangs up*” “Now….Daniel,” Tweek said. “Oh, you’re crazy. I ain’t calling him.” “I thought you might say that, so we had him picked up.” “That’s a dumb move, Tweek. Real fucking dumb.” “Just worry about the plan, ok? Destroy anything that’s about to be shipped in the factory. Kyle is gonna be positioned on a roof, keeping an eye on the proceedings. While you and Daniel go in the factory and do what you do best.” “And I’m the best guy you got for this?” ‘With you, you got great bomb skills.” “Great! And you brought Daniel in? We’re telling him that I’m all cozy with the Guerrillas.” When Stan and Tweek arrive at the lot, they see Daniel waiting already. “You know what, you better keep a low profile,” Stan said. “Yeah, I think I will. See you later,” Tweek said as he leaves the area. “Stan! Where were you?” Daniel asked. “I was just walking around town.” “Are you sure there were any Guerrillas that saw you and told you to come here?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” “Well, shit. They went to my clubhouse and do a task for them. I want to bring the club in this too but they said I’m alone on this.” “Yeah, I wonder why we can’t any additional help.” A couple of minutes later, Kyle arrives which made Daniel over dramatic. “Hey. Whoa! Look! Who’s that cagey motherfucker?! Huh?! Who’s that?!” “Daniel, stop with the faux political bullshit,” Stan said. “What are you talking about, Stan?! It’s Kyle! Why aren’t you excited right now?! You too, Kyle! Why aren’t you- Oh wait. Now I remember.” “What?” “Kyle helped you blow up that outpost by taking some stuff in our clubhouse.” “Oh, you knew that, huh?” Kyle asked. “Yep. Now….am I detecting some kind of….love triangle here? Kyle, are you happy to see me again?” “No.” “No? Well that hurts my feelings very deeply.” “I’m kidding, dude. I’m very happy to see you and Stan too.” “That’s better. Now, I guess that makes Stan one of my bestest friends and Kyle the son that I’ve always wanted.” “*laughs* Alright, you guys, this is the shot. I’’m gonna do all the heavy lifting here, ok? Daniel, you’re gonna cover my back when I’m trying to destroy the stuff that’s inside. Kyle, you’re gonna cover us from across the street. We’re gonna make these assholes happy and we’re gonna walk away from this clean. Got it?” “I got you,” Kyle agreed. “Alright and we do this, and they help us spring Trent, right?” Daniel asked. “*looks at Kyle* Yeah, we’ll talk about Trent later, alright? Let’s get the guns,” Stan said. “I guess I better do my part,” Kyle said as he climbs the ladder on the rooftop. “Alright, rifle or shotgun?” Stan asked Daniel. “Rifle, definitely.” “*tosses rifle and headset* Ok, let’s do this thing.” “Are you gonna destroy it by blowing it up as usual?” “Of course. That’s what I’ve doing since the beginning.” Daniel and Stan started heading to the entrance of the factory where there was Golden Brashers guarding the place while Kyle sets up his sniper rifle and sets his sights on the two. “Kyle? Can you hear me?” Stan asked while peeking. “I hear you loud and clear.” “Alright, we’re gonna starting making our move on the count of three. Three….Two….One….Go!” Stan and Daniel then ran out of cover and blasted their guns. As soon as the enemies fired back, they both ran inside while Kyle to pick off heads. Stan threw a couple of grenades and exploded a group while fighting their way to the loading docks of where the stuff is kept. “*gets shot* Ah!” “Daniel! You alright?!” “*growls* I’m fine for now! I gotta stay here until I brush it off!” “We’ll cover you!” Stan then uses his grappling hook to carry himself to another room to fend off some more enemies. Kyle sees Daniel sitting down while behind cover and takes out any enemies that are coming for him. “Alright! I’m good. Let’s move forward,” Daniel said as Stan followed him. “Stan! You got those charges ready?” Daniel asked. “I do.” “Throw some now if you have to. Because I’m gonna cover you….with my dark self.” “What?” Daniel then runs out into the open which every guard shoots at him but as every bullet hits him, his rage became destructive which then he turned to his dark side. He became invincible to gunfire and tears apart enemies with his rifle. Stan and Kyle were in the background watching him do this with their jaws open. When Daniel clears out the final enemies, his rage starts to die down. “Helloooo?! Who wants some now?! *shakes head* Whoa….what just happened?” “That was completely insane,” Stan said speechlessly. “I would say the same thing too,” Kyle agreed. “Well, since they’re gone, let’s finish this.” After planting the charges all over the factory, Daniel and Stan headed across the lot and hides while Stan detonates it. The explosion wasn’t big but it blew up the whole interior of it. “Jeez. Is that what you did at that outpost?” Daniel asked Stan. “Shut up.” “Ha ha! In bed with the Guerrillas! And an awesome reunion with the both of us and Kyle!” “You know I don’t do favors for you guys anymore,” Kyle said as he climbed down the ladder. “But you still do them.” “Yeah, because I don’t wanna be a coward.” “If you wanna join back, just give me a call.” “I rather pass. Thanks though.” “Look at this, guys! New objectives, new set of problems, but the idiots, aah, they stay the same.” “Yep. I guess. See you later, Daniel,” Stan waved. “Ah! You better believe it, buddy. Kyle, give me a hug, for crying out loud. It’s been forever.” “*shrugs* You’re right. *hugs*” “*hugs back* Alright, see you all later.” “Bye, dude. Bye, Stan.” “See ya, Kyle.” As Kyle and Daniel leave, Stan’s phone rumbled and he picked up. “Hello?” “It’s Tweek. I heard the explosion.” “Did you?” “Yeah. Come into my shop again. I’ll be in the back.” “Alright.” After Stan hung up, he went to Tweek’s coffee shop while police rushed towards the explosion and went into the back where he saw all of his clones doing all of his work for him also Cartman and Craig were there too. “The hell is all this?” Stan said as he stepped in. “Stan! How’s it going?” Cartman asked. “Fine. Just about thrilled since you’re here. Tweek, you didn’t say anything about these two being here.” “Well, I’m sorry. They told me that I’m alone.” “Uh-huh. Great job. *hangs phone up* That was Daniel. I told him that he did good,” Craig said. “Ok. So, what’s this about?” Stan asked. “I got a job for you, bro. Five top quality scores. Big ticket cars. Major payday, bro,” Cartman offered. “Sounds great. I got just the guy for you. I’ll put you in touch.” “N-N-N-No. I don’t want just some dude. I want you, I want your crew. I want pros on this, man. Like the jew and and the maniac.” “Yeah, I don’t give a fuck what you want, fatass. I’ll let them know you’re interested. Besides, why are you here? We just blew up a factory of your shipments and you’re not mad about that? Like what the fuck?” “That’s just an shipment. It’s gonna go horrible in anyway.” “Yeah, right.” “I guess I just got you figured out wrong, man.” “Hey, what’s to figure?” “Tell me something. You like football? I got a stake in a sports investment venture. You like the market? I got some funds you can manage. Name your poison, man!” “I just wanna see my family again.” “Ah, there we go! You wanna step out of your comfort zone and get yourself killed by your parents? Ok, how bout I make you a surprise return for them?” “Are you serious? I’m gonna see my family again?” “You will. I will set up a meeting with them sometime when I got the perfect date….just as long as you get….*whistles*....the cars. Craig, tell the others if this douche can’t.” “I will.” “I can’t believe it! I’m gonna see my family again!” “Good for you, dude. I’m gonna take off. Tweek, I want you at my house tonight,” Craig said as he leaves the shop along with Cartman. “Alright. See ya.” “Wow. That made my day infinitely better now,” Stan said happily. “I hope it did.” “Why was Cartman here though?” “He came here cause of Craig.” “I thought he hates you guys because I killed his assistant and now I blew up a factory with his stuff inside.” “He hates ME. Not Craig.” “Yeah, the more I see of your “boss”, the more I like him.” “I was you, I wouldn’t be so critical of who others associate with.” “So, is he gonna be a problem?” “For sure. But there is nothing we can do about it. If something happens to him right now, I’d be right under a microscope, an electron of microscope of guerilla- cratic shit and that would make it very difficult to keep old secrets.” “Oh, well, boo-hoo for you. You know who else is having trouble keeping secrets, asshole? Me. After you brought Daniel in on this.” “I only brought him in after you’d put out your press release. “Marsh is coming back to the club!” The Colorado reboot. If we didn’t control the situation, and he’d unearthed this connection, then what?” “Then Daniel flips out, beheads me, kills my family….or raises them to be his own. I don’t know which is worse. Anyway, it could happen at any time.” “Slow down. Let’s think this through. What does he know?” “He knows I’m alive. He knows I got money. And, now he’ll find out that I’m working with Cartman.” “Will he know how long you’ve been working with Cartman?” “How long? The fuck does that matter?” “Either you were working with him before the heist- you walked your crew into an ambush, one of them was on the run, and the other landed in a prison hospital….” “Or?” “Or the Canadian Feds stumbled upon the heist, Trent went down, you went down, Cartman got away. Then, he came to get you, faked your death, and you end up here.” “Who’s to say one of those is true?” “That there’s any doubt probably accounts for you being alive.” “Back there, Daniel found out that Kyle helped me get stuff for the outpost. Which made him real confused.” “Well, he didn’t tell him about the whole thing so that’s good.” “Yeah, thank God for that. So, how are you and Craig getting along?” “It’s still a productive relationship.” “Well, he’s got his uses.” “As you can see, I’m trying to take full advantage of them.” “Then what?” “This thing with the faction gets put to rest and we don’t need you any more.” “Right, and what about Daniel?” “What about him?” “I need some resolution, Tweek. You let him walk. You said that Cartman would clean this whole thing up back in Canada.” “And then he told me it was a clean job- no casualties. There were more eyes in this town than there needed to be.” “Yeah, well according to my eyes, Daniel is your problem now, as much as he is mine.” “He’s not a problem at all. We’re monitoring him. Has he said anything about Trent?” “Fuck yeah. He has. Plenty. I keep changing the subject. You know he thinks we are all gonna commute Trent’s sentence when this is all over.” “That’s good. Fine work. I’ll send another letter. It’s about time, anyway.” “Oh, so that’s YOU who’s been sending those fucking letters to Daniel, huh?” “Yeah. He thinks they’re from Trent- who he thinks is locked up in high security, and not, well not six feet under in a grave marked Stan Marsh. It’s a good exercise.” “What the fuck? How’d that get started?” “When you were at home in Denver, Cartman came to me to write letters to him once or twice a day. Then, a mailman he hired comes to get my letter, sends it to Daniel, and we play back and forth like it’s real.” “Does he even recognize his handwriting?” “Who even remembers someone’s handwriting these days? Of course not, but if he did somehow, then this thing would fall apart very easily.” “Daniel is a time bomb, Tweek. You know that.” “I do know that and I will keep watch of him.” “Anyway, I gotta run. Thanks for the feedback, Tweek.” “You’re welcome. See ya.” After Stan went back to the clubhouse, the time passed at around six-thirty. Daniel got his letter by saying, “How could Stan be alive? That kid’s gotta be an imposter. Why don’t you come see me? I mean seriously, someone must have stole his identity. Love, Trent.” He wrote back by saying, “Now, it’s not the time for visits. I’m still working on getting you out. Don’t worry. Love always, Daniel.” An hour later, Tweek texted Stan while he was in the shower. After he was done, he takes a look and it said, “We got a problem. Please meet us in the park. It’s important.” Stan then leaves the bathroom and went to Daniel’s room. “*opens door* Dude, the Guerrillas are after me,” Stan said. “Me too. They just texted me to meet at the park.” “Should we go then?” “Well, we got nothing better to do. So, yeah. Let’s move. *grabs jacket*” Stan and Daniel then leaves the clubhouse, got inside Daniel’s car, and drove to the park. By the time they arrived, they see that Craig, Tweek, and Thomas was there. “Alright, what the fuck is this bullshit? We handled your little immigration problem or whatever the fuck it was. We’re straight,” Stan questioned as he walked toward the crew. “Oh absolutely, yeah, yeah. You killed people, you tortured people, committed a litany of other crimes….Oh we’re so straight you and me, we’re arrows,” Craig answered sarcastically. “Tweek, you can’t do anything about this fucking turd?” “Yeah, Tweek, what can you do about me?” “And here’s Daniel,” Tweek noticed. “Great! Looky looky huh, bunch of Guerrilla shitbags and their favorite stoolie. What’s he been telling you?” Daniel asked Craig about Stan. “Oh, he just said how you guys were happy to help the faction in any way you can.” “Oh really? Huh? Because I was told that if we helped out with that thing, which we did, then our past indiscretions would be….forgotten in a haze of patriotic fervor.” “Who told you that? Did I tell you that? I’m in charge here, fruity. Me! You understand?” Craig asked Kyle as he arrived as well. “Not quite. But….can you explain that again?” “What I was saying…….Oh, oh you’re good. The three cunts.” “Listen. We need help with something else. Some of the faction….some of it is pretty corrupt,” Tweek said as Daniel, Stan, and Kyle looked away and rolled their eyes in disgust. “Not uh, not your bit, right?” Daniel asked. “Yes, but we’re corrupt in a good way,” Tweek answered calmly. “But the Guerrillas….they want to encourage panic so they can guarantee their budgets. That’s how they get paid,” Craig said. “It’s a major problem.” “And now they’ve secured some….funds that we need to use in our fight against crime. As a way of bribing corrupt officials.” “Really? And where are they getting that from?” Stan asked. “Drugs. Those bastards love to sell drugs. But we think they’re gonna use this money to finance a war on our streets and we need you boys….to requisition that money for us.” “The bonds are leaving the terminal in an armored car. It goes around this city in an hour or so,” Tweek added. “Yeah, fuck you, Tweek. We don’t have time to prepare the right way,” Stan said. “*chuckles* That’s not my concern. I cannot allocate any more resources to this,” Craig said as he started walking away. “You’ll be fine,” Tweek said happily as he and Thomas started following Craig out of the park. “Fuck you, Tweek,” Stan said angrily. “Nice work, Slick. We’re gonna be doing pat downs at the airport before those fucking clowns are done with us,” Daniel said as he sat down on bench. “Y’know, fuck you.” “Hey, hey, look, guys….it is what it is. Now, how the hell are we gonna get this done?” Kyle asked as he started thinking of a plan. “I don’t know.” They have been thinking for at least a couple minutes but then Stan has a light bulb. “*snaps fingers* I got it. Classic blitz play. It’ll be in a close, secluded area, right? So, I’m thinking vehicles. Something to block, another thing to sack ‘em. We get our disguises and we’re golden. We just gotta hope like hell these are the kinda Guerrillas that don’t carry a panic button with them. If they are, we deal with it. If and when….” “If and freakin’ when….But what kind of cars are gonna use though?” Kyle asked. “Wait. I just realized that we made modified vehicles. We can use the off-road flatbed to block the road and the semi-truck with the sharp ram to get them. We can have the Club help us out too,” Daniel said. “We can’t. They said us three and us three only.” “Did they say we can’t have the Club help us on this?” “No.” “Exactly. So, what do you think?” “I think you’re right. That’s brilliant,” Stan agreed. “So, let’s stop by at the clubhouse, get our equipment, and let’s do this thing.” Stan and Kyle went into Daniel’s car and head back to clubhouse to get what they needed. “*opens door* Alright, you two. Get a couple of sticky bombs and dress in black plus get me a bandana too. I’m gonna get some soldiers ready,” Daniel ordered. “Ok,” Kyle obeyed as he and Stan went to the armory. “What is going on?” Damien asked. “Tweek and Craig gave us a task to do and I’m gonna get some of our soldiers to help us.” “You need me at all?” “Not really. But thanks though.” “Ok, but why are you doing tasks for them if you rule over the whole Club itself?” “Because they have their own leadership for that faction and also they’re corrupt so we gotta help a brother out.” “Well….ok.” Daniel then goes into the barracks where the other BC members are living and calls out a couple of them. After Stan and Kyle got dressed up in their Brasher Club colors, they meet Daniel outside while he waits for them. “So, we’re really gonna do this shit now?” Kyle asked as he hands Daniel a bandana. “Yep,” Stan answered. “I sent a couple of guys out there to look for the armored car because I don’t know what kind of route it’s doing. Do you guys know?” Daniel asked. “I don’t.” “Me neither,” Kyle said. “So, let’s recap. After they get hit, we blast open the doors, grab up all the cash, bonds, whatever it is, I’ll put it in Tweek’s mailbox, and we all walk away separate.” “It’s all a little hopeful, dude.” “As long as I’m not on the ground when the shit goes down. Ok?” Daniel asked. “When the shit goes down, we’ll handle it,” Stan said. But then, Daniel’s walkie talkie goes off. “Sir?” one of the BC members said. “Yep?” Daniel answered. “We found their location. It’s starting to enter the city through the highway.” “Alright, find an intersection it goes through and block the car with the flatbed. While the semi goes in and gets them.” “Roger.” “Alright, you guys. It’s show time.” When Daniel, Stan, and Kyle got into the car, they drove to the location. “The flatbed is in position and so is the semi,” a BC member warned. “We’re on our way now. If it stops, go for it,” Daniel ordered. The armored car approaches the flatbed and stops in the middle of the intersection which gave the semi the cue. “You better brace yourselves, you motherfuckers!” a BC member yelled as he drove the semi towards the armored car. As soon as it hits the car, it flips over on it’s side while sliding on the pavement a bit. But then, Daniel comes to the scene and stops the car. “Just in time. Open the doors, Stan!” Daniel ordered as Stan went over to the armored car, places the bombs, and detonated them. “What’s inside?” Kyle asked. “It’s a package,” Stan answered. “A package? That’s it?” “Yeah, that’s what’s in here. I don’t see anything else.” “Well we got what we came for. Men, get the vehicles back to base. Stan, take it to Tweek as fast as you can. Kyle, go home.” “I didn’t even do anything,” Kyle said. “I didn’t do anything neither but you contributed. Now, go! Stan, I’ll see you back home!” “Got ya!” As the semi, the flatbed, and Daniel went back to the clubhouse, Kyle went back home while being totally angry and as for Stan, he grappled his way to Tweek’s house. By the time Stan drops the package at his front door, he went back to the clubhouse. “*opens door* Woo!” “That was something,” Daniel said satisfyingly. “That was easy.” “It sure was. Do you think Kyle is mad because he didn’t do anything productive there?” “I think so.” “But whatever, he’ll get over it. Anyway, let’s celebrate.” “You’re right. Pop open some sodas.” As Daniel opens the fridge, he gives a soda to Stan and said, “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I don’t have any low carb.” “Ah, fuck you. I gotta tell you something though. Cartman found out that I’m alive and he was super happy to see me.” “Is he?” “Yeah, also he gave us a job to do.” “I know. You, me, Kyle, and no Guerrillas, right?” “That’s right.” “What kind of job is it again?” “Awesome cars he wants us to get. If we get all of them, we get lots of money AND I will see my family again.” “That’s awesome. How many exactly?” “Five. I think.” “Well, only if it gets you closer to your return, I don’t see a problem in it.” “Ah, but there’s more to this gig than just going crazy all the time….killing everyone in sight.” “Just because I like the life and you feel guilty about it doesn’t make you more of a man than me. And you know what? Deep down, I know you believe the bullshit. The picket fences….the fucking happy endings.” “And your street philosopher bullshit, that’s gotten you really far. Oh yeah, you’ve achieved perfect balance.” “Balance? You’ve gone….Man, three weeks in the sun….Your brain has melted. You-you say words that have no meaning. What is balance, huh? Huh? That I fucking kill only on the weekends? So, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I’m doing yoga and meditation. Tuesdays and Thursdays, hookers and sticking up joints, huh? You call me mad? Fuck, compared to you, we have the same kind of fetishes, right?” “*laughs* Ok.” “Yeah. I have a fetish for….flesh and blood. While you….have bombs. Problem solved.” “*laughs again* Right.” “Now, you gonna stop being an asshole?” “I don’t know….But I’ll try.” “Well, that, I like your honesty on. Cheers.” “Cheers.” Suddenly, Stan’s phone rings. “Who’s that?” Daniel asked. “It’s Kyle.” “Let me guess. He wants to yell at us for the thing we did.” “That’s what I think. *answers* Hello?” “Stan,” Kyle said. “Kyle, what’s up?” “What’s up? What’s up?! Why did I bother going with you guys on that thing?!” “Cause we need you?” “You don’t need me for anything. I said it clearly that I’m not gonna do any more favors for you guys. What’s wrong with you?” “Here, Stan. Let me talk to the boy. *takes phone* Kyle?” “What, Daniel?” “Did you get a call or a message from Cartman saying that he’s gonna give us a job to do which involves a lot of money?” “Yeah, why?” “Unlike you, he hears that his soldiers can’t do his missions so he prescribed them to us which a great opportunity, right? And he has no problem asking us for help.” “So you’re ensuring that you do favors….for HIM now….by calling and inviting me for what….a little task which I told you that I’m done with everything?” “You know what? That is so fucking typical of you. So typical. You don’t even ask about the trouble. You instantly think about yourself.” “.....You’re….right….I did do that. I apologize.” “It’s not good enough. We don’t need you anymore. Me and Stan can do this ourselves. We might die. I hope you’re happy.” “Hey, I’m gonna help you guys.” “No.” “Yes I am.” “NO.” “If nothing else than to get out of my house and get some fresh air.” “You’re not going.” “Daniel, I’m sorry. I’m gonna help you guys no matter what.” “No, your words are very clear. You’re done with the Club.” “*sighs* Ok, listen to me, dude. Friends do not let other friends down. You guys are my friends and I’m not gonna let anyone kill you.” “So….does this mean….Styles is back in the Club?” “...Ye-Yes. He is.” “You hear that, Stan? Styles is back! Oh, it’s so great to hear from you, Styles! Long time no see!” “Screw you, Daniel.” “*laughs* Welcome back to the Club. Now, go get some sleep, why don’t you?” “I don’t have to go to sleep.” “Well, I’m commanding you again so hang up and get some sleep. Good night. *hang up*” “Did you just hang up on me? Oh my god. What have I got myself into?” “Dude, why did you do that?” Stan asked. “Cause I want to. Kyle is back in Brasher Club and I’m his leader again.” “So you had to hang up on him?” “At least I told him to sleep. You should too.” “Yeah, I should. I had enough for one night. Good night.” “Just to remind you, Stan, that this is always a dream of ours….to become famous and beyond….” “The hell are you talking about?” “I’m talking about money. Enough to keep the Club up and running and you in therapy. Enough so we can have Kyle become highly satisfied for his future life. Because if we do all of that, you, me, and everyone in the club will get back together as one, baby, yeah! *picks up Stan and hugs him*” “Oh! This better be good.” “*sets him down* Yeah. Now, go to sleep.” “Mm-hmm.” When Stan went to bed along with everyone else for quite some time after, the sun rises and new fresh day has started. When Stan woke up and headed into the kitchen, he sees Daniel playing with Damien’s hair. “Your hair is so fuzzy. I love fuzzy hair,” Daniel complimented. “I bet you do,” Damien scoffed. “Oh, I do. It’s so cute.” “Cute? That’s would Pip would say.” “Well she’s not here, is she?” “No, she’s still asleep.” “Exactly. So, I say it’s cute. Whether Pip said it or I said it.” “Ok.” “What are you doing?” Stan asked. “*turns around* Oh! Stan! Good morning!” “Morning. What are you doing?” “Playing with Damien’s hair. He like his hair being played, don’t you Damien?” “No.” “Damien?” “Ok. Sometimes, yes.” “Much better.” “You’re nuts, Daniel,” Stan chuckled. “I know. Get something to eat, why don’t you?” “I am.” After the rest of the Club woke up and had breakfast, Stan’s phone rumbled again. “It’s Cartman.” “Is it? Oh, I can’t wait to hear what he has to say.,” Daniel said intriguingly. “Hello?” “Stan. I got a car for you to get. Or wait as a matter of fact, there’s two of them to get.” “Awesome. Where are you located?” “In a small town of Walsenburg.” “Hmm, ok.” “Bring the maniac with you. I called the jew already.” “Alright. We’re on our way. *hangs up*” “We got our first car?” Daniel asked. “Our first two cars actually.” “Excellent. Where?” “He said he’s in a small town called Walsenburg.” “I don’t know where that is.” “Me neither.” “Luckily, my car has a GPS.” “Yeah, good thing.” “Do you wanna go now or later?” “Let’s go now so we can get the thing done already.” “Yeah, I like the sound of that. Let’s bring a soldier along just in case.” “Good call.” “Alright, guys. We’re off. Watch everything. Don’t forget to train our soldiers too. We will see you guys in a couple hours.” “Ok. Watch yourself too,” Pip warned. “Don’t worry. We are big boys. We can handle it.” “*giggles* Ok. Bye. Have fun.” “See you all later.” “Bye,” Damien waved. After Daniel and Stan set off, Kyle arrives at Cartman’s location already. “Hello,” Kyle greeted in his flight suit. “If it isn’t the flying jew. I thought you would never find me here.” “Well, that’s I looked up at map and carried a compass just in case if I get lost, fatass.” “Oh, boy….Sometimes enlightenment, can be a real bitch. This is kinda like a little hobby of mine, requisitioning the underappreciated….possessions of my contemporaries for some wealthy communists in China who will value them more.” “What?” “Robbing my so called friends, Kyle.” “Why?” “Why? Because they have things nobody else has, because they can afford it, because frankly I’m rich enough to do whatever the fuck I want, and you’re poor enough not to ask me any goddamn stupid questions. Now, I mean that as a friend, ok?” “That’s a nice fucking speech about the value of friendship,” Daniel said as he, Stan, and BC member walked toward Kyle and Cartman. “Aaah, of course! If it isn’t Stan, the deranged maniac, and a valuable soldier….” “And that’s coming from you? Please! Mmmmm….what’s going on?” “You guys are gonna dress up as traffic cops and you’re gonna rob two trust fund kids that I know and dislike intensely.” “Why?” “I can get a good price for the vehicles in Asia. Look, do the job, you’ll all be well paid.” “Oh, oh-ho-ho! Stan! You….finally get to realize your childhood dream and dress up as a cop!” “The two cars are likely to be ridden on Highway 25, ok?” “Sounds manageable,” Kyle agreed. “Yeah, and you three get going.” “Alright, let’s go, gang,” Daniel said as he, Stan, and the soldier went to go and dress up in their officer uniforms. “Dude, I don’t know if this shit is for me. My life’s already way the fuck out of control,” Kyle said to Cartman. “Alright, look….I’m a Darwinist, alright? Some prosper and some struggle. Now, are you out of your goddamn mind? This is your lucky break. Choose! Now, are you gonna do this? Or have you simply found your level in life?” “I guess we’ll find out.” “Yeah, I guess we will, dude. Oh and by the way, they were last seen in a gas station.” “Thanks for the info.” Cartman then gets into a limo and leaves while the three come out while wearing their officer uniforms. “Nice,” Kyle said. “Police bikes. Once we get into position, Kyle, it’s your turn.” “Right.” “Ok. Stan, you ride with Challenger. While I have my own.” “This guys name is Challenger?” Stan asked. “Well, yeah. It’s his club name.” “Oh. Ok.” As soon as Daniel, Challenger, and Stan leave on police bikes while Kyle waited for at least 15 minutes for them to set up, they are ready.” “Ok, Kyle, we are ready,” Daniel warned. “About time. What cars am I looking for?” “A couple of pure black ones.” “Ok. Pure black ones.” Kyle then shoots out of the sky and glides over the highway to look for a gas station or a couple of black cars. But then after five minutes of searching, something caught his eye. There were two black super cars that are filling up fuel. Kyle sets down behind them and said, “Nice cars you guys have. Can I take them for a spin?” One of the guys turned around and said, “Oh shit. Dude, it’s a Brasher Club elite!” The two guys then get inside their cars and drove off in a heartbeat while Kyle darts into the air and follows them. “Guys, I got them in my sights and they’re trying to get away from me which they can’t!” Kyle said to Daniel, Challenger, and Stan through his headset. Meanwhile on a rural road, the three wait for the cars to pass by while sitting in their police bikes. “You hear that? The horsepower of a supercar,” Daniel said. “I hear it too. Here they come,” Stan said as the two cars bolted past them. Daniel and Challenger turned on their bikes and sirens while Stan sits behind Challenger with the loudspeaker in hand. “They’re too far ahead, we got to catch up to them if we want them to stop. Suspect has entered a tunnel- Officer D maintains his pursuit,” Daniel said as both bikes try to get closer to the cars. “Stay on them, Daniel. They’ll stop eventually,” Stan said. “When I catch these assholes!” “As long we stay on them, we’re good.” “Coming up to some huge traffic. We might gain some ground on them. Because good things come to those who wait.” After about a couple more minutes of pursuing, they both manage to get close enough to the cars finally. “Pull over to the side of the road! Find a safe place to stop, and pull over!” Stan yelled into the loudspeaker which made them slow down a bit. “They’re slowing down- this looks like our shot. Keep at it, Stan,” Daniel said. “Enough is enough- stop you vehicles on the bridge!” The cars then pulled over to the side of the bridge when made Kyle land behind them. “We got ‘em!” Daniel yelled victoriously. “Sweet,” Stan smiled as Challenger and Daniel stopped their bikes and gets off from them. “Whoa! Hey! Stay there, homeboy. Stan, watch him just in case he wants to fly off back home. We’ll deal with you later,” Daniel said to Kyle. “*crosses arms* Yeah, fuck you too.” Challenger and Daniel then went to each one of the cars and stands next to the window. “You know how fast you were going?” Daniel said to one of the guys. “Do you see that flying bastard behind us? He wants to kill us!” “Well, I don’t see him killing you now. Besides, we got that taken care of. But you were speeding in the process so why don’t you hop outside the car for a second?” “*gets out* We were trying to run away from him!” “It’s seems like it but rules are rules, son.” “Officer, is this entirely necessary?” “Yes it is. Come on. Hands on the car. Let’s go.” “Get out of the fucking car!” Challenger yelled at the other man. “Now, don’t be scared. I’m just gonna check ya,” Daniel said to the guy as he touches his crotch. “Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” “I’m just making sure.” “*opens door* Get out of the fucking car, you pint sized prick!” Challenger yelled as he pulls the guy of the car and throws him away from it. “You too. Get the fuck out of here!” Daniel followed. Both men ran for their lives while Daniel and Challenger gets in both cars. Kyle sat with Daniel while Stan sat with Challenger and they both took off. Kyle then dials Cartman and said, “Hey, dude. We got the cars where are we taking them?” “I’ll be waiting an auto shop in Colorado Springs. You won’t miss it. The garages will be open.” “Alright. *hangs up*” “Nice job back there, Kyle,” Daniel complimented. “Thanks, man.” “Sir, I always wanted to drive one of these. Would you care for a race?” Challenger asked Daniel. “A race? Hmm, ok! Just don’t mess up the ride or I’ll mess you up instead.” “I read you.” Daniel and Challenger then races each other toward the location. “What’s your angle, Stan?” Daniel asked. “What you mean, like how are we gonna beat your ass in this race? Don’t worry. We’re taking care of that.” “I mean, is it just the smell of green? Or is there some other thing with Kyle and you? It feels funky.” “Hey, I’m just trying to do what’s best for Kyle. You know, help him make the best of the chances he’s given. Right, Kyle?” “Yeah, dude. Like I’m riding in a supercar for the first time. It’s awesome.” “Well, enjoy it while it lasts because there will be more coming soon,” Daniel said. “You’re right.” By the time they reach their location, Cartman sees the cars park inside the garage and said, “Guys! I love you all! God, this is gonna be fantastic. A maniac, a puppet, a kid who vomits on his girlfriend and a jew. Who the fuck would have thought about it? Men! Move the vehicles! You four. It’s been forever since we’ve done this. Too Sweet me!” “Pfft. Ok,” Daniel said as everyone Too Sweets each other. “Come on, dude. You got the paper?” Kyle asked. “Abso-fucking-lutely! Look, you finish the job, you get the paper, but….the order was for five cars. If I’m not mistaken, that’s only two,” Cartman answered. “Just give me the fucking money, now!” Daniel threatened. “Oh, I’m scared. I’m so, so scared. But you know what? I’m a payment on completion of work type of guy. You don’t like the job, take a fucking walk.” “Alright. Look. What’s next then?” Kyle asked. “Well, since those two were the Lamborghini Veneno and Sesto Elemento, the next one I guess is the….if I can read this correctly….um, the Koenigsegg CCXR.” “That’s a mouthful.” “It was last seen in Aurora inside a lockup. It usually drives out at night.” “Alright, so who does what?” Stan asked. “You’re not needed for this job, Stan.” “I’m not?” “No. Kyle will be up in the sky watching over the city to look for the car while Daniel and his soldier here collects it from the ground.” “Ok, sounds like a plan,” Daniel agreed. “Stan, I’ll drop you off at your house in Denver. I’ll be in touch with your parents.” “Alright. Good.” “You three, goodbye and good luck. No, seriously. You’re gonna need it.” Stan and Cartman then went back to Denver while Daniel, Kyle, and Challenger went to Aurora in the Camaro and stayed there until night fell. When the time was around eight, they decided to go look for the car now. “Alright, Kyle. Let’s go hunt this beast down,” Daniel ordered. “You’re right,” Kyle agreed. “Warn us when you got a sight of the car.” “But what color is it?” “I don’t know. But you can see things very far away, right?” “I can. I have hawk vision.” “That’s the thing. If you could try and see a car that is going fast, try to get a glimpse at it and if it’s the right one, call us.” “Ok.” Kyle then darts into the sky and went around the city to look for the car. But after fifteen minutes of searching through cars that went past the speed limit and ones that were pulled over by cops, he found one that rolled down the streets with incredible speed. When the car stopped at a red light, Kyle landed on a corner of a building and looks at the car very closely. It had a gray color with a black outline and it looks very super. “Daniel, I have a suspect on my sights.” “Did you finally? Is it the right one?” “Yep, it’s looks like a supercar to me.” “*starts car* What’s the color and where is it?” “It’s gray with a black outline paintjob. It’s at a red light at an intersection between….Garcia and 13th.” “Gotcha.” But then the driver looked out his window and sees Kyle on the rooftop staring at him which got him startled and screeched tires. “Ah shit. Dude, I think he may have saw me. He’s gunning it.” “Follow him. We’ll catch up to you soon.” “Alright.” “*siren noise* All units please be advised, we have a possible joy rider blazing through the streets of Aurora in a gray and black Koenigsegg.” “Hey man, are there cops coming after this too?” “Nah, dude. Thought you’d appreciate the authenticity.” “Oh, ok. Well, I freakin’ don’t.” “Are you still on the guy?” “Yeah, I’m on him. He’s drifting all over the place trying to outrun me.” Kyle followed the car for at least twenty minutes until it pulled inside a parking garage. “Daniel, the car went inside a parking garage. I need you here like right now.” “Gimme a mark or something. Shoot a laser to give me your location.” Kyle then shoots a laser up in the sky which gave Daniel and Challenger his location. By the time, they reach the entrance of the parking garage, Kyle landed next to the car and said, “He went in here.” “I can see that. Try and look through floor after floor to see where it parked.” “Got it.” Kyle again went into the sky and hovered on every floor to look for the car while Daniel enters in the garage and searches through every parking space. “I see a car pulling up to a space on the third floor on the far left of where I am,” Kyle pointed out. “Copy,” Daniel answered. As soon as Daniel entered the third floor and went to the far right of the lot, he sees the supercar which made him stop the car and pulls out a gun same as for Challenger. “That’s him. That’s the motherfucker. Thank you, Kyle. Get out the car with your hands up!” Daniel yelled at the driver which made him open his door and get out with his hands in the air. “Look, I know this car may be valuable but please….” the driver said. “Walk toward us with hands up,” Daniel ordered. As soon as the driver gets closer to them, he pulls out his gun but within a second, Challenger drops him. “Target neutralized,” Daniel said to Kyle. “Awesome. I’m gonna call Cartman and see where he wants it. *dials Cartman*” “Kyle,” Cartman answered with a smug tone. “Hey, Cartman. We got the car for you.” “The Koenigsegg? I was really glad you called me cause I was about to take off to another state. I’m at my personal hangar at Denver International. I’ll tell the guys to expect you at the gate.” “Alright. *hangs up* Denver International, Daniel.” “Sweet. Challenger, be careful of driving that.” “I won’t disappoint, sir.” When Challenger gets inside the Koenigsegg and Daniel back inside his car, Kyle then flies to the airport. As soon as he arrived at the gates, he went up to the security guard and said, “Me and a couple of others are supposed to meet Cartman here.” “Cartman’s hangar will be on the left.” “Thanks.” When Kyle flew to the hangar, Cartman saw him and said, “Well, here comes the flying jew.” “*lands* They’re coming.” “I bet they are because I need to leave in thirty minutes.” Kyle and Cartman then waited for Daniel and Challenger to arrive. After about twenty five minutes, the Koenigsegg came into the vision of Cartman. “Oh, there she IS! You know, if this beauty was a woman, I had to break my twenty and under rule.” “You know, I’ll just stick to the job, ok?” Kyle said. “Hey, tell me something, you know how many of these things they made?” “I don’t know. Like….fifty?” “No, not like fifty. Exactly fifty!” “Oh, wow, man.” “Tell me something. How’d you like to drive a car like this one day, man? For real.” “Like this? Or this?” “Oh, man. Right back at me, dude. Really nice. Hey, y’know something? You’re not like those, uh, snowbird retiree pals of yours, Kyle. You are sharp. No offense, Daniel.” “Yeah, yeah. Come on, Challenger. Let’s go home. See ya, Kyle.” “See ya, Daniel. But dude, I’m just looking for a paycheck for my services,” Kyle said confidently. “N-n-no, don’t worry, it’ll come, that’ll come. But right now, it is life lesson time. You have got to wake up to what is real in this situation. Take me, right? I am opportunity. I’m security. I’m fast cars and blowjobs. I got the world on a plate. Those two clowns….Daniel and Stan? Oh, they are the worst kind of disaster that can ever come down. They are a full core meltdown and you’re just standing there soaking up major radiation. You have got to take stock, man. Make that call before it’s too late.” “Yeah, alright, man, I will.” “Before it’s too late, man.” “Yeah, I know.” Kyle launched into the sky and headed straight home while Cartman got into an jet and took off. When Kyle got back home, he got a message from Cartman. “Oh, dude. I forgot about the next car you’re getting. It’ll be at a discreet location in Alamosa where people are shooting a movie with the car but it will be there in the morning. Now you must be thinking right about now like how do I know this? I have spies. That’s how I know it’s there. It’s a Mercedes- Benz Maybach Exelero. Daniel and Stan are not needed for this job so it’s all you, dude.” Kyle replied back by saying, “Thanks for the heads up.” Kyle then phones Daniel about the next car. “Hello?” Daniel greeted. “Hey, dude. Um, Cartman’s got the next car in line.” “Already? I’m beat. I’m done for the day.” “Well not for you or Stan, it’ll be for me.” “Only for you? That’s a little odd but whatever.” “Yeah, but I need someone to drive it. I can’t drive. You know that.” “Mmm, ok. I’ll send one of my men to it’s location to help you out. Where is it?” “It’s in Alamosa but it will show up there in the morning.” “Ah, ok. I’ll send one of them there when I get home.” “Ok. Thanks a lot, man.” “You’re welcome. Good night, Kyle. Love you as well.” “Heh. Love you too, dude. Good night. *hangs up*” When Kyle dressed up in his night clothes and headed to bed, Daniel arrives at the clubhouse an hour later. “Challenger, you did good back there,” Daniel said. “Thank you, sir.” “Go get some sleep and while you’re at it, tell Bloody Ruckus that I need to speak to him.” “Will do. Good night, sir.” “Mm-hmm.” After Daniel spoke to one of his soldiers about the car mission in the morning, the soldier went toward the location and slept inside the van for the night. But when the morning sun rose out of the horizon, Kyle ate his breakfast immediately, looked up where the town is located, puts his flight suit on, and flew to his destination. When he arrived at the city, he landed on a building and phones Daniel to see if his soldier is anywhere in the city. “Hello?” Daniel greeted. “Hey, dude. Um, is there anyone you sent here cause I’m at the city now.” “Oh, yeah. I did. He was driving one of the black and white vans so keep an eye on that.” “Alright. Thank you.” After Kyle hung up, he glided across the city to look for the van or the car at least. But a couple of minutes later, he found the Mercedes. It was making drifts and turns while being recorded. “Well, I found the car but no soldier of Daniel’s anywhere.” But then, he sees a black and white van parked behind a building. He went to go check it out and once he looked inside, someone scared him from behind while holding a knife. “You picked the wrong van, fool!” “WOAH! Hey! Dude! I work with Daniel, dude!” “Who?” “Daniel! Or Yellow Jacket rather.” “So, you’re the kid that Yellow Jacket talked about. Styles, right?” “Yeah.” “Oh, then sorry, man. I thought it was some kid that wanted to take the van.” “It’s fine. Jesus, you scared the living shit out of me.” “Like I said. I’m sorry. So, about that car we’re gonna take, right?” “Yeah. I found it already. It’s a couple blocks down from here.” “Good. Now let’s not waste any time and get that beauty.” “Wait. Can I at least know who I’m talking to?” “Oh, right. The name’s Bloody Ruckus.” “Bloody Ruckus? Is that your club name or something?” “Yep.” “I don’t know how Daniel comes up with these names.” “Who’s Daniel?” “Daniel? Your leader?” “You mean Yellow Jacket?” “Yes, but his real name is Daniel.” “Really? Oh, well….I like Yellow Jacket better.” “I can see why.” Kyle and Bloody Ruckus then went toward the car’s location but as soon as they can get a glimpse of the car, a man in a suit rehearses his lines in an alley which made the two hide behind cover. “I got an idea. I’m gonna take his clothes and use them to get in the car,” Bloody Ruckus said. “Good thinking,” Kyle agreed. Bloody Ruckus then sneaked behind the man while reading his lines. He chops him on the neck which killed him instantly. “Wow. Just like that?” Kyle said surprisingly. “Yep. Now, keep watch while I change.” After Kyle scanned up and down the street a couple of times, Ruckus dressed up in the suit in which he looked way different than in his uniform. “How do I look?” Ruckus asked. “....Different.” “In a good way?” “Yeah totally.” “Thank you.” “I’m shocked of how people dress up in their uniforms until they changed to something else.” “I know what your talking about.” “Now, how are we gonna get the car?” “Woah. Look. That guy has the same suit as me. I’m guessing I’m the stunt double.” “So does that mean that the director is gonna call you to make a stunt but as soon as you get in the car, you drive out of there?” “You just read my mind.” “Ok. I’m gonna call Cartman which is the guy that wants the car so he can tell us where to take it.” “Go ahead then.” Ruckus then walked towards the scene while Kyle phones Cartman. “Yello?” “I found the car but where am I taking it when I got it?” “Just take it to the storage garages back home. I just got back from my trip anyway.” “Alright. Sounds cool. *hangs up*” When Ruckus gets called on to be inside the car and as soon as he gets inside, he puts the gear on drive and floors it. But after he got out of the scene, he stops the car for Kyle to get in and floors it again. “Where am I taking the car?” Ruckus asked. “Back home at the storage garages.” “Ok then. Am I being followed?” “Um, yeah. You are.” “Really? Ok. Here. *hands over pistol* You know how to use that?” “I sure do.” “Then get them off my back.” “That’s easy.” Kyle then rolls the window down, flies out of it, and shoots the people that were following him while flying. After he done that, he flew back inside the car while it was still going and gives the pistol back to him. “That was fast.” “Well, they don’t call me the Human Kite for nothing.” “Awesome. *sighs* It’s a shame that I can’t keep this car.” “You can get one yourself if you want.” “Yeah but where am I gonna see another one of these cars in my life?” “By ordering them online or hunting one down?” “You’re always full of answers.” “Am I ever? You sound just like Daniel now.” “Oh really? What does he do?” “He says the same stuff as you said but with more enthusiasm.” “Pfft. Whatever.” “But overall, thank you helping me out. Tell Daniel I said thanks.” “I will and you’re welcome.” “Also, when we get back, you might wanna run back to the clubhouse so Cartman won’t see you because he said he wants me to do this but you know I’m a kid right?” “Yeah, I know what you’re saying.” “Alrighty then.” By the time they got back to South Park and headed to the storage garages, Kyle told Ruckus to park the car outside the lot so he could check if Cartman was there. When Kyle checked all over the lot for Cartman, he went back to Ruckus and told him to park it inside. After he did, he went back to the clubhouse on foot. After about five minutes of waiting, Cartman arrives. “Woo! You’re developing quite the rep’ there, Kyle. How did you even drive this thing here?” “Um, well. I had to. There was no alternative.” “You, Kyle, are a natural. Insurance companies hate these kinds of claims. They don’t like cats with the edge shorting them either. But do you know what the irony is? I own that deserted town. So what we just did is practically legal….yeah, practically.” “Ohhh! Look at this motherfucker! You’re doing it big, Cartman and Kyle! On the set!” Chris said suddenly. “Chris, what the hell are you doing here?” Kyle asked. “Oh, chirped my boy Daniel. It’s fucked up when you got a GPS location on your home boys through a speed freak.” “True dat, brotha. Too Sweet me!” Cartman said. “Yeah, sure, mate. *Too Sweets*” “He was just leaving,” Kyle argued. “Hey, not on my account. You looking for gainful employment, dude?” “Hell yeah, I’m always trying to get some paper,” Chris said. “Just the type of guy I like to work with. Predictable. *looks at Kyle* Hey, we could bring the Mole here in on the last part of the shipment.” “Oh yeah, that’s exactly what you could do.” “Hey, if you want him in, then you get him to boost the rest of the shit you got. Bring me my money and I can go on my life,” Kyle said. “Oh no! Am I sensing tension here? He’s the spirit….but you’re the brains. Am I wrong? I can see it. Look, I need you on point when we move this stuff outta town.” “Yeah, whatever, dude. Call me when it’s done and after this, make sure we get our freaking check, alright?” “Ciao, baby!” “It is what it is,” Chris said as Kyle leaves the place. “Yeah….whatever. But hey, let me tell you what the real world works, dude….” After Cartman discussed business with Chris, time passed at around six. Daniel talked with Damien about when they will bust out Trent. “Why can’t we go on that day? It’s a perfect day,” Damien asked. “I know but listen to what I’m saying. We have some chores to do here first before we move one to Trent, ok?” “Why can’t we just get it over with instead?” “Because we need the whole team on this and things between me with Craig, for example, aren’t going well. So we need to gain his trust and everyone else’s before we get Trent. You follow me?” “Then let’s do it. I won’t need to wait any longer for this to happen.” “It’ll come.” But then Pip came to Daniel and said, “Daniel. I need to talk to you.” “What is it?” “There has been some serious errors in judgement.” “.....If you’re gonna give me a sob story, I’m rip your fucking throat out and shove a turd down the hole.” “Daniel!” Damien warned. “It’s not a sob story. It’s just not quite come good yet. But I heard about something….to do with the Golden Brashers.” “Those assholes again….” Daniel said intriguingly. “BIG cache of weapons they got coming in. So I was wondering if you would like to uh….capture it.” “Fan-tastic! Let’s go!” “I’m in,” Damien volunteered. “Me too,” Pip agreed. “Woah. No, you stay here with the Club while you’re in the control center, ok?” Daniel ordered. “Oh, right. Ok.” “Where’s Chris at?” “He went out,” Damien answered. “What the hell is that kid doing leaving continuously like this? But let’s get a couple of soldiers from the barracks then. Now, come on! Let’s go!” “Wait. What are you guys gonna do?” Pip asked as they all walked to the barracks. “We….are not gonna take a greedy army on the ground, Pip. We’re gonna meet them in the air.” “Uh….um….ok. Well, I know that you’re mad about Cartman chose Kyle to do the job for him all by himself with extended help of our men.” “That was bullshit.” “Right, right. So, I’ve been monitoring chatter, tapping into Golden Brasher networks….” “Feels good to be back in the company of a professional.” “I gotta say, I gotta, I was expecting something a little more impressive- “the late, great, Stan Marsh.” “Not so late and not so great, right? And no longer called Marsh. The time had not been terribly kind.” “What’s the endgame? We had a good thing going without him.” “He helped me get my Club and everything also he was the first soldier of mine since all of this happened. Since the superheroes, Chaos, Tommy, and now this, alright?” “I can see that.” After Daniel gets two of the soldiers from the barracks, Pip went to the control room while Daniel, Damien, and two others went to a helicopter from the helipad. “That’s the one we’re taking. The Valkyrie,” Daniel pointed out. “She’s quite interesting,” Damien agreed. “Right on. Damien, you’re in the passenger seat with me. While you two man the turrets.” When everyone gets inside the helicopter, Pip tunes the radio to the channel and said, “Come in. The Golden Brasher hideout is in a city called Del Norte which is located to the west of town. But try and stay low, they have a control tower at that city and they are right now monitoring air traffic.” “So, do we just go in after we’re clear then?” Damien asked. “Yes. That’s correct.” Daniel and the Club then took off and stayed close to the ground while heading towards the designated location. “I’m under way right now,” Daniel said. “They’re gonna use those weapons for no good. They’d be better in our hands. But are we forcing them to give it to us?” Pip asked. “Didn’t I say we had to take them in the air, if we’re to have any kind shot at this? I thought I said that,” Daniel answered. “You did, it’s just, I don’t see how you’re going to….” “Uh, uh, uh. You’ll see.” “Ok, but anyways, about the hideout. It has six lookout towers, a couple of SAM turrets….” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I’m in a short armored helicopter with two fifty caliber turrets. This is something I’m acutely aware of. Enough. But I can be myself out here. Bullying, reckless, totally selfish. Do the things that make me, me.” “Like destroying a factory full of goodies, stealing overpowered, high-priced cars, and now flying toward an army base loaded with mercenaries which could potentially kill you.” “Exactly. Everyone’s so hung up on appearances in Colorado, you start to forget who you are. And if you ain’t who you are, who the fuck are you?” “You’re the most honest, principled man I know aside from Damien who is my perfect soulmate, Daniel. A man of integrity. But the thing that concerns me the most is that are you sure about doing this, Daniel?” “Most certainly. These pricks. Golden Brashers. They’re, what, using these guns for a coup out of the country? Protecting some mineral rich warlord? Confiscating the weapons is practically a public service. Karmically, I’m….we’re golden. What’s not to be sure about?” But then, Daniel catches a glimpse of the hideout which made him feel confident. “Alright. You’re out of enemy airspace. Clear to gain altitude,” Pip warned. “Here we go! Men, get the turrets ready! And make sure you do know how to use it. Damien, you keep watch if there is any bad influence that’s gonna take us down,” Daniel ordered. “Got it.” As soon as Daniel gets closer to the base, the person at the control tower gets inside their channel and said, “Come in, light aircraft. Identify yourself and state your intent.” “This is President Yellow Jacket along with three others in a Valkyrie helicopter. Just enjoying the beautiful lights of the city.” “Unidentified aircraft, divert your course or we will be forced to shoot you down.” “Shoot me down? Now, that’s not very sociable.” “Final warning, divert or you will be grounded.” “I’m gonna take my chances, pal.” As soon as the helicopter approaches the base, the person in the control tower said something which made the SAM turrets fire rockets at him. “We are clear to engage!” “You’re firing rockets at a Valkyrie? What’s wrong with you?” Daniel asked as the two soldiers laid fire on the SAM turrets and destroys them. Other enemies try to shoot him down with rocket launchers and assault rifles but failed. “Someone get the control tower! We don’t want any reinforcements showing up!” Damien yelled out. One of the soldiers obeyed and they applied fire on the control tower and explodes. “*laughs* Nice! Ok, Pip. What do the weapons look like?” Daniel asked. “They are green crates!” “Wait a minute. I see them. Damien, I want you to get them and load them onto the Valkyrie.” “Ok! But if I die, I’m gonna haunt you forever.” As soon as Daniel sets the Valkyrie inside the base next to the crates which made Damien run towards them and loads them onto the helicopter while the soldiers defend him. After clearing a bunch of enemies, Damien hopped on board and said, “That’s everything! Let’s get out of here!” When Daniel returns to the air and flies back to base, Daniel celebrated along with everyone else. “We did it! Everyone! Too Sweet me! *Too Sweets* Woo! Pip! The crates are now in Brasher Club hands. Can you order the whole party to come out and unload this stuff?” Daniel asked. “Sure I will. Fly safe now.” “Wait. Who are those guys?” Damien asked when two fighter jets fly past and around them. “Attention alienized aircraft- we are under orders to escort you to base. Change course or we will engage,” one of the pilots said. “OR you could just diddle yourself! Men, hold your fire! Do not engage yet. Um, Pip. I got the fucking Air Force on me.” “They deployed jets? Dammit! Try and watch their maneuvers, Daniel. If they do anything drastic, open fire.” “That’s what I was thinking as well.” “Comply immediately,” a pilot ordered. “Maybe I’ll give you ten percent of what’s in the hold- then we’re all happy. Right, Damien?” “Right.” “We do not ask twice,” the pilot said. “This is President Yellow Jacket telling you to stroke it, pal. *whistles*” “Take down is authorized. Change bearing or we will engage.” “I don’t think you understand the effort I’ve gone to be here, pal.” “This is your final warning- divert now or be engaged.” “Hey, you wouldn’t be shooting me down anyway. Think of the ground casualties.” “Authorization process complete. Clear to engage. Eagle one, fox two.” “Eagle two, fox two,” the pilot agreed as they both shoot a couple of missiles at the helicopter which made Daniel lose control and the men at the turrets get injured from the blasts. “I’m hit!!! I’m hit!!! Chopper’s done, Pip! Pip, are you reading?!” Daniel screamed. “Daniel! Damien! Get out of there! I don’t wanna lose you two!” “Controls are useless! It’s heading straight for the dirt!” “I got the parachutes, Daniel! *hands one over* Let’s go!” Damien yelled. “Clip onto one of the soldiers!” Daniel and Damien wrapped their cords around the injured soldiers and jumps out of the heli as it went down. “You spoiled it for everyone!” Daniel yelled as he was free-falling along while holding onto one of his soldiers. As soon as Daniel and Damien parachuted to safety, they check on the conditions of their soldiers while Daniel’s phone rumbled. “How is he?” Daniel asked. “He’ll live. What about him?” “He’ll live too. *answers phone* Hello?” “Daniel. Are you guys ok? The channel to the helicopter went static.” “We all survived and a greedy army didn’t so well, so that’s something.” “Oh, thank God! Where are you guys located?” “We are….I don’t where we are. But we’ll steal a car to get back home plus both of our soldiers were injured but they’ll live.” “Ok. Look, I gotta ask, are you in with the Guerrillas? A boy named Thomas was around here saying you, Stan, and Kyle had to meet his supervisor near a river by a town called Gunnison in the morning.” “Fuck, I gotta do this, ok? But I’m using them, alright? The-the-they aren’t using me. Let’s make that clear.” “Ok then. See you back home.” After Pip hung up and getting back to the clubhouse with a stolen car, Daniel slept through the night and when the sun rose, he ate his breakfast very fast and headed to the location in which Stan and Kyle arrived at an hour later. “Hey, Stan,” Kyle greeted as he arrived in his flight suit. “Hey, how are you?” “Fine. I was wondering if you have ever heard from your family lately.” “Yeah, sure…….Nah, it’s a lie. I haven’t heard a thing.” “Dude, that’s messed up. I thought Cartman was gonna take care of that.” “Yeah, well….not gonna matter, we’re all gonna be dead in about a half hour anyway.” “What’s going on, ladies?” Daniel greeted. “Hello, Daniel. What kept ya?” “Business, Stan. Business. Alright? I’m the President of a big gang, it’s very time consuming. Nothing, of course, you’d understand, being a gentleman of leisure. You know, you know, Kyle. If there is one thing that you’re gonna learn from being around us….” “Plead fucking insanity. Then they can’t fry you.” “If you want something done, go to the busy man. *points at Stan* This rich fuck is useless.” “*holds back Stan* Ho-ho-hold on, man. Can you all knock that shit off?” Kyle asked. “Oh, look! Boys, your boys, it’s the Guerrillas.” “Hey. Where’s the other three?” Craig asked while Tweek followed him. “What other three?” Stan questioned. “We told you to bring along six. This is a six man job.” “No, you didn’t.” “*stammers* Tweek did.” “No, Tweek didn’t.” “You said you’d do it,” Tweek said to Craig. “That is a freakin’ lie! I do not get things wrong.” “Alright, great. Then we’re out of here,” Stan said as he started leaving. “Nah-ah-ah-ah. You three can do it alone.” “And die? Fuck you! You do your own dirty work!” “Hey, I do my dirty work every day! Keeping the state safe from scum like you!” “And you’re doing a great job, sir,” Kyle clapped sarcastically. “Hey. You want this job done? Then come with us, huh? Come on. Come on, Mr. Leisure Wear! Mr. Addicted Coffee Maker! Let’s go save Colorado!” Daniel yelled. “Who the fuck are we saving it from this time?” Kyle asked. “This is the real deal. My sources are convinced there’s a plot in the 5-11's, y’know ‘The Faction’, and they are using airplanes to distribute their “products” across Colorado or even farther from here.” “Bullshit!” Daniel doubted. “Yeah. Which they plan in their mind blowing insanity, to let a major drug cartel release on a metropolitan area, so they can continue to get funding. Nothing increases funding for fighting cartels more than successful acts of the cartel.” “So-So, alright. So, let me get this straight, then….” “No-No- No-No-No-No. No. There is no getting this straight, that’s the point. Now, we’re doing this! The planes are at a field in a city called Delta. *points at Daniel and Kyle* You two are on getaway. Which means we have a chopper for you guys a couple miles from here. Fuck off and make it happen. Stan! You’re with us! What size flipper do you wear?” After everyone got to their positions, Craig, Tweek, and Stan then went into the river with scuba diving gear on and swam westward. “Listen to me, Craig. No wisecracks, got it? No fucking clichés. We are fighting for the freedom of people today, ” Stan said through his headset. “Don’t lecture me on patriotism. You’ve been living outside the system for too long. Social responsibility is a joke to you.” “So maybe I redeem myself, get killed in the process, huh? That old bullshit.” “No one is dying on my watch. Not even for the burnt out Brasher Club member with temper issues and nothing to live for,” Tweek said. “You sure this river comes out where you think it does?” “The intel is good. We’re a hundred yards out,” Craig answered. “Ah, it feels like I’m giving a colonoscopy to the Rocky Mountains.” “Nice change from being up Daniel’s ass all day.” “You feel that? Water’s getting warmer,” Tweek warned. “You wet your pants, Tweek?” Stan asked. “This is the bacterial water from the cartel that kept dropping their products throughout the rivers. Of course it’s getting warmer. No one urinated,” Craig said. “Uhh….I know for a fact that that ain’t true.” “The problem with this job is that I get to know criminals who are dumb enough to make a name for themselves.” “Only I wasn’t making a name for myself. Remember, I wanted to make a return.” “He makes a point,” Tweek said. “That makes you doubly dumb,” Craig insulted. “Look, you guys. The final turn. Take it up the surface now.” After the three boys reached their location, they got out of the water, release the weight of their scuba gear, and gets their silenced guns out but for Craig, he generates his own. “Huh? How are we? Are we ready?” Tweek asked. “I was born ready,” Craig answered. “What’s the plan?” Stan asked. “Hey, hey, hey. We locate the planes and action our escape strategy.” “Good. Lead the way.” They all went into the dense forest and after about five minutes, they found an open field/ runway where 5-11 members are unloading their supplies from the planes. “I guess we found it,” Stan pointed out. “Well, how do you wanna play this out? We can go through guns blazing or we could stay here and pick them off with snipers I can generate for you guys,” Craig asked. “Guns blazing.” “Alright. Well, since this is an open airfield and there’s no cover, I’ll summon some. You guys are lucky to have me.” “How about I clone myself to whole lot of others to outnumber them?” Tweek suggested. “That’s another great idea.” “Can I have an RPG?” Stan asked. “Uh, sure. Hold on. *generates RPG*” “Awesome. Thanks, dude.” “Don’t thank me yet. Now, without further or due, let’s introduce ourselves.” The three boys then ran out of the forest and went into the open which got the 5-11 their attention. Craig summoned cover on the runway while Tweek clones himself at least over ten times and as for Stan, he shot rockets at the enemies and at the planes too. The clones charged at the enemies while they fired at them but their numbers were too great. “That’s it! Push them back!” Craig ordered as he and the gang got closer to the enemies. “Is that all of them?!” Stan asked. “Pretty much! Destroy any product that you see! I’m gonna call Daniel and Kyle to get us!” Tweek said as they all cleaned up the rest of the products and more of the planes that were destroyed. “Daniel is on his way,” Tweek warned. “I’m a couple clicks out. Are you guys done over there?” Daniel asked through his headset while flying a helicopter with Kyle in the passenger seat. “We’re done. Get over here, man,” Stan answered. “I can’t believe you guys would get through that so quickly. No wonder superpowers existed.” “Yeah, thanks to you.” But as soon as Daniel sets down the helicopter, Craig yelled out and said, “We missed the window! 5-11 reinforcements are already in the vicinity!” “It’s never too late! We’re going! Let’s go!” Stan argued. “It’s too risky, bandito! If that bird blows up, we’ll be surrounded and tortured in the next couple of hours!” “You know what, if you’re done puking up excuses, how about we come up a solution?” “Ok! Ok! Alright, you go! I’ll stay and cover!” “Fuck it. Fine by me.” “And the dead bodies?” Tweek asked. “I’m lucky I’m not one of them!” “Come on! Let’s go!” Stan yelled as he and Tweek head into the heli. Craig then shoots himself in the leg to look like he was shot by his teammates. “Ow! Guerrillas! I got this covered!” Craig yelled as 5-11 members pointed their guns at him. “Detain this kid!” one of them ordered. “Fuck you! I should have detained you! I just took a bullet for my state!” “Go! Go! Go! Pull us up!” Stan ordered to Daniel as he took off the ground and away from the site. “What happened back there? Where’s Craig? Don’t tell me we suffered casualties,” Daniel asked. “Only self-inflicted ones. Fucking kid shot himself so he could pass as a double member,” Stan answered. “Maybe they’ll debrief him with a twelve inch aluminum flashlight.” “Craig took the easy way out. We’re the only ones hoping we’ll outrun the faction garrison,” Tweek said. “I think Kyle’s the one taking the easy way. Kid’s got his feet up in an aircraft hangar.” “Look, let’s just get to the airport so we can finish this bullshit,” Stan said. “When you drop us off, we go back home separately. Daniel, can I trust you on disposing the chopper?” Tweek asked. “I got more important things to worry about than messing around with this stupid chopper. Like, things that actually mean something. Not made up wars with made up enemies. Matters of the heart.” “Is he fucking with me?” Tweek asked Stan. “Probably not.” After Daniel went to the Denver International Airport and drops Stan and Tweek off, he gets out of the chopper, throws a grenade inside, and blows it up. “Dude, could you just take it somewhere else than here?” Kyle asked Daniel. “What? Tweek didn’t specify where. Don’t blame me.” “Whatever. Alright. We’re good?” “Yep,” Tweek answered. “Where’s Craig?” “I’ll handle Craig. You guys get home safe.” “I’m glad I’m near my house so then I won’t have to walk for an entire day,” Stan said. “You’re right. See ya, Stan,” Kyle waved. “See ya. Man, I can’t wait no longer to see my family again.” By the time everyone back home, Daniel, however, calls Wendy in a payphone. “Hello?” Wendy answered. “Wendy! It’s Daniel!” “Oh, hey, Daniel. How you been?” “I’m good.” “So, what’s up?” “I want to talk about the conversation that we saved a while ago.” “Oh, the one that you mentioned about a job before- something I can help you with.” “I ain’t even talked to Stan about it yet, but he’s gonna be on board, he’s obligated.” “.....What is it then?” “Ain’t it obvious? Busting Trent outta the clink.” “Why don’t you talk to Stan about it?” “Ah, fine, shit, I was gonna pay you, man. When there ain’t an obvious profit in something, you’re a hard person to motivate.” “So, is that everything you have for me?” “Yes. Just that. What do you say?” “Talk to Stan first. Then I’ll decide.” “Ok then. Have a good day, Wendy.” “You too.” Daniel then waited in Denver until nightfall while in the meantime, Stan watches TV in the living room while laying back and enjoying life. Daniel went up to his door and knocked. The maid went over and answers the door. “Yes?” she said. “Is Stan home?” “Yes, he’s in the living room.” “Thank you.” Daniel then walks inside, headed to the living room, and whistled to get his attention. “*whistles* Hey, man.” “*glances* Fuck….what do you want?” “I’m your friend. I don’t want anything, man. Come on, your faction’s good enough, huh? Same as always. *sits next to Stan*” “Yeah….Thanks, I really appreciate that.” “So! Still didn’t see your family yet, huh?” “Nope.” “Cartman’s a goddamn fool, man.” “Despite all the chaos of these last few weeks, I think I finally figured it out. I now know how to make myself return to my family without getting in trouble. I know, sounds ridiculous.” “No, actually, it does not sound ridiculous, y’know. Because you, you’re a killer. Y’know? You are a boy of action! You do not sit on couches, you take over enemies and crush them with your might! You’re back, man! WE are back! Alright? All we got to do is bust out Trent and then we’re golden, man! Kyle, he makes the Club multicultural. Wendy makes it cyber. We’re like modern America. We just get ourselves a gay friend. Bam!” “No. It’s not it. I got money. It just makes you miserable. I wanna go to school and learn instead frying my brain by doing stuff that a normal human being can’t do.” “Great, that’s great….and uh….so where exactly does this leave me in this second act of your life?” “We’re gonna finish up whatever we have in the Club and then we’re gonna dissolve the partnership.” “This is not a game to me! Alright? This is a fucking way of life.” “I got a fucking family!” “Yeah, well I got nothin’! No one gives a fuck about me!” “....The Club does. Kyle does. And I do too.” “Oh….*stands up*....FUCK you. I saw your grave. I mourned you. And then it turns out that everything I fucking thought about you was wrong. Everything! You’re not dead and you’re not a man.” “*stands up* Well, what the fuck are you?!” “I’m your fucking nightmare!” “Yeah, enough with your goddamn threats!” As soon as Daniel turned around and started thinking, Stan sat back down which made Daniel turn back around with a questioned face. “Let me….Let me ask you something, alright? Something I’ve been thinking about for a while, ok? Up in Canada….exactly….who was buried in your place?” When Stan heard that question, his heart went out of control but he laid back and tries to keep calm. “I never gave it any thought,” Stan answered calmly. “....You know what I’m thinking?” Daniel asked suspiciously. “I have no clue.” “You treacherous piece of shit! You’re fucking dead. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!” Daniel then ran out of the house, went into his car, and drove away. “Oh, fuck. Daniel! *exits house and sees Daniel leaving* Oh great.” “*screams* FUCK!” Daniel floored it and drives his way back to the clubhouse while Stan heads back inside his house, grabs a pistol, puts on his grappling device, and goes to the airport. Stan tries to phone Daniel but as soon as he picked up, his response wasn’t the usual type. “Fuck you.” “Hey, come on. Where are you going?” “You know where I’m going. Fuck you!” “You don’t need to go all the way to Canada to find out what I can tell you over a couple sodas back at my house. Come on, we’ll order pizza.” “Fuck….you! Fuck your pizza! Fuck everything it stands for!” “This is insanity.” “Ho, no. No, it’s clear and reasoned thought. Finally.” “Come on. Come back. We’ll talk.” “I’m….not gonna listen….to another one of your lies!” “Hey, I’ll lay it all out for you. Everything. Turn around.” “I’m going up there to see it for myself.” “You’ll be disappointed.” “Ah-ho-ho. Oh, it’ll be something.” “It’ll be an anti-climax. The grave’s empty. Just a bag of….sand, something like that. Just smoke and mirrors.” “*growls* The lies! How do you do it, man? The game is up!” “I’m trying to save you a trip.” “You’ve done me enough favors, buddy, alright? Save your fucking breath!” “Daniel. Come on.” “Fuck you, Stan. Soon enough, I will. *hangs up*” “Shit!” When Stan arrived at the airport, he phones Tweek. “Guerrillas. Tonga speaking,” Tweek answered. “Shit. Tweek. Shit, he knows. I think he knows.” “What? Who?” “Think.” “.....Shit….Shit! How?!” “I don’t know how. He used his head.” “But….does he know….does he know it all?” “Hey, he’s on his way up to Montreal to confirm his suspicions.” “Shit! Then what?” “Then who fucking knows what?! I don’t know! I’m gonna go- see if I can reason with him.” “I’d come but I-I-I….” “Yeah, don’t worry about it. This is between me and him. Besides, if it goes wrong up there, I’m sure you ain’t far down his list.” “That’s good to know.” After Stan hung up, he went inside and tries to book a flight to Montreal. “There are no flights to Montreal at this time but there is a flight to Winnipeg if you’re interested in that instead,” the lady behind the counter said. “Fine. I’ll take Winnipeg then.” “Ok and….are you a Brasher Club member?” “Why do you ask?” “Because right now they are our biggest team of heroes in this state and they can get in for free.” “Oh, well….then yes, I am.” “ID please?” “*shows dog tag*” “You’re an elite too?” “Yes, now I have to go. It’s important.” “Alright, one ticket to Winnipeg.” “Thank you.” “His boyfriend has arrived at the airport. We’ll have people on whatever plane he boards,” someone said as Stan went into his plane. Meanwhile on a highway, Daniel phones Pip. “Daniel. Hi,” Pip answered. “Pip, is there a plane I can use? Get me across country?” “Yes, we have one fueled up for the trip to bust out Trent when the time comes.” “....I’m taking it.” “Is everything ok, Daniel?” “Everything’s not ok. Nothing has ever been ok. But I gotta see it for myself. I’m going to see an old friend, alright? If you’re where I think you are, buddy….I don’t know why I didn’t see it. I guess….I guess I didn’t want to. Fuck! Maybe I knew all along. I’m gonna find out for sure and I’m gonna….do something about it. There was always something wrong with that heist. With what went down after. I guess I….I guess I wanted to believe. Fucking….fucking flea circus! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” “...... I’m sorry, Daniel.” “You don’t have to be. You know why you don’t? Because when I come back from whatever I went to, I want every goddamn one of you to show up for the biggest news you will ever hear in your life.” “.....Ok.” After Daniel came back to the clubhouse, he went to the hangar, gets inside the plane, and flies to Canada without speaking a word to anyone. But then after he took flight for about fifteen minutes, Daniel got a text from Pip that said, “Um, Daniel. There was some people that were looking for you, asking where you’re flying to. I think it was the 5-11's. I didn’t tell them where you were going. I swear I didn’t!” Daniel shook his head in disbelief and ignored the text. Three and a half hours later when Daniel arrived in Montreal first, He went to the church where Stan’s grave was. When he found his grave, he picked up a pickaxe and went over it. “Who do you got in here, huh? As if I need to ask….” Daniel then plummets his pickaxe into the ground, rips open a hole, grabs a shovel, and started digging. By the time, Stan makes it to Montreal, he took a cab to the church and as he was on his way there, he stared at the window and began to think back the time when Stan talked to Wendy before the heist happened and times when he was doing the heist. “Listen, Wendy. We’re going to start over. I’m doing a heist. After this, the slate will be totally wiped clean. Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt! Trust me, darling, look at me, Wendy. This is the only thing I could do. Either everyone dies or one guy gets out. I’m that guy! Slow and steady, Page. Slow and steady. Daniel is a nice guy- realist. He gives people the glory. I get out. It’s not even a decision. Wendy, I don’t have a choice. Do you wanna die here where the Club is always kept killing each other or do you wanna go and live peacefully with no harm coming to us?” “Alright, you wanna live? Tell me you wanna live. We’ll work this out,” Trent said inside his conscious all of a sudden. “Some bank in Canada, you don’t need to know. Trust me, nothing is gonna go wrong. Nothing. Yeah, I hear ya! We gotta follow the plan- everything’ll work out. I made the decision, Wendy. It will be over. Baby….we’ll get out. Be happy. Be normal! It ain’t supposed to go down like this. I’m gonna do it. Baby, we’ll be home free. It’s gonna be over. This is fucked, man! The thing is blown! Just this one job and everything is done.” When Stan heard the final words echo in his mind, the taxi driver shakes him back to reality. “Hey, we’re here.” “Oh….here. *hands over money* Keep the change.” “Thanks. Good day.” When the taxi drove away, Stan stared at the front of the church for a while with a depressed face. Soon after, he went around the back to find Daniel. When he saw Daniel digging up almost to the point where he could see the coffin, he went up to him very slowly and said, “Hey, you’re wasting your time.” “Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I’m wasting my time?” “Go ahead, dig it up. I don’t give a shit.” “Yeah, if that’s what you look like, a guy who doesn’t give a shit.” “Ah, this is ridiculous.” “How long are you gonna keep lying for, Stanley, huh? When’s it going to stop? What happens in the dark….comes out in the light.” “Give it a rest, Daniel.” “*plummets pickaxe in coffin*” “There’s nothing there!” “*grabs shovel* This is it, moment of truth.” When Daniel takes one last look at Stan as he looks into the coffin, he sticks the shovel into the opening and rips out a hole but after he cleared some debris, Daniel expected the worst to come when he saw his “adopted son” in the coffin with his eyes sank into his head. Stan was completely shocked after Daniel’s reaction. “*screams* As if I didn’t know….Trent.” “Look….we do what we gotta do to survive. This….thing. It didn’t work out the way it was supposed to.” “*picks up Trent’s dog tag* Oh, and how was that, huh? With Trent in the can and you in the ground? Or-Or-Or both of you guys in the coffin?” “Trent got shot. I saw it! He didn’t make it.” “I got shot and I did. That’s….that’s it!” “*climbs out of grave* I think the only thing….that didn’t go as PLANNED was me showing up on your doorstep three weeks later. Stanley. I mourned YOU.” “And I missed you guys, but I got a fucking family, Daniel. We were all gonna die. He did die. Cartman pulled the plug on him while he was coming to get me. If he didn’t, Trent would’ve died either way.” “And you listened to him? You reptilian mother….*pulls gun out*...FUCKER!” “*pulls gun out* I didn’t want it to come to this.” “Yes you did, you just don’t have the fucking balls to do it, but I do.” “I’ve got more to lose than you guys.” “Never a truer word has been spoken, brother. Now pull the fucking trigger…………….You ain’t got the guts.” “...... Take the fucking shot!” Suddenly, someone came up the steps with a pistol in his hand. “Who’s that?” Daniel asked Stan but then he threw his pistol at Stan’s face which made him fire back. But as soon as Daniel bailed out of the cemetery, Stan took cover behind a tombstone. “Mr. Jacket? Mr. Donovan has requested a word!” The man said. “Hey, ho! I’m not the guy you’re looking for!” Stan answered. “Hey! He’s here! Get the boyfriend!” “Boyfriend? Motherfucker….” Suddenly, more people with more guns came up the steps and started shooting at Stan. “Who are your pals, Daniel?” Stan asked as he fired back and killed a couple of people. He tried grappling all over the place plus he even also catching a few of the enemies and flings them. “How many guys do you need to kill one guy?!” Stan asked the enemies. But as soon as he saw the exit, he grappled at the gate but then an enemy shoots his device which made him cover his arm and hide in cover. “Ah! Fuck. Shit.” “There he is! Don’t move!” a man said as a group surrounded him. “*holds hands up* Ok. Alright.” “You’re coming with us, you son of a bitch.” Hours later after Stan got captured, Daniel was flying back to Colorado until his phone rang which was calling from an unknown number. “Brasher Club. This is President Yellow Jacket speaking,” Daniel answered. “Daniel! It’s Clyde!” “Oh, it is you, Takahashi. The leader of the 5-11's. It’s been awhile since we last spoke. How are you?” “I’m fine, thank you. My friends missed you in Canada. I was hoping we could talk.” “*laughs* Was that your people? Oh, of course, sorry I had to cut out.” “Your faction causes problems for me. I want to expand further than Colorado but your club and your temperament prevent me from making inroads.” “Ah, well, too bad. I don’t know what you can do about that.” “I’ve already done something. We have your lover.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. My lover?” “Stan Marsh. You lived in his house together….with the maid….and then you guys were in that big clubhouse. Well, you are clearly very close. But, how much would you give up for his safety?” “*chuckles evilly* My lover? Yeah, right. That’s a tough break. I’d never wanna double cross a friend or put him in danger but you gotta do what you gotta do. My club isn’t going anywhere.” “I’m serious about this. He will die.” “Tell him….I love him dearly. But as soon as you’re done with him, send me his hook and his dog tag.” After he hung up, he landed safely at the clubhouse while the sky was pure black. After he taxied the plane into the hangar, he went inside and went into his room to inject some cloud serum. Damien was woken up by the noises. But he slowly got out of the bed and gets his knife out. Daniel went into the kitchen to drink something just to get him to calm down even more. Damien tip-toed his way to the kitchen where he saw someone getting something in the fridge. But as soon as Damien raises his knife, Daniel popped his head which then made him jump back a bit. “Daniel?” Damien asked. “Yeah?” “*lowers knife down* You’re back.” “I know.” “Where did you go?” “I’ll tell you once you wake everyone up.” “Can you just tell me now?” “That’s an order, Damien!” “Ok, ok.” After Damien woke everyone one up, they all head to the kitchen where Daniel will tell his news. “Where’s Chris?” Daniel asked everyone. “He….He went out,” Damien answered. “Are you- Are you fu-You know what? I’ll tell him myself after this is done.” “What’s the news, Daniel? Where did you go? ” Pip asked. “*pulls out Trent’s dog tag* This….is where I went.” “A dog tag? Just that?” Damien asked. “Take a closer look.” Daniel tosses the dog tag to Damien which then he showed it up for everyone to see. “Fale? Wait. This is….Is this Trent’s?” Damien asked again. “Mm-hmm,” Daniel answered with a sad face. “How did you get this?” “From Stan’s grave.” “Stan’s grave? Isn’t he in prison?” Pip asked. “He was never in prison.” “He wasn’t?!” “He was Stan’s replacement in his grave.” “Did….Did Stan killed him?!” “No, but he was involved. Cartman ultimately killed him.” “After all this time….Trent was dead?!” “Well, what else do think I have his dog tag for?! Fuck yes, he’s dead!” Everyone was shocked plus a couple of people even Pip cried. But for Damien, his rage became more and more vicious. “Those kids will die in my hands,” Damien said with a dark voice. “We’re not killing Cartman just yet. Besides, when I was over there, I saw some people that worked for Clyde and they captured him. We still have some duties left to do.” “Captured? Well, if Stan dies, it’s not my problem,” Damien said. “Yeah, same here,” Daniel agreed. “Well….I suppose you’re all right. He was involved in this. Now….*sniff* I begin to wonder who sent those letters to you, Daniel,” Pip said. “Me too. Once I do though, I’m gonna rip him apart. Now, I hope you all understand everything now. Make a new plaque and hang Trent’s dog tag with it.” Daniel went back inside his room with total distraught while half of everyone gets breakfast and the other half went back to bed. But as soon as the sun shines across the city, Kyle was already awake and eating his breakfast. But then as he was eating, his phone rang. “Hello?” Kyle answered. “Hey, Kyle. It’s the Mole. I jacked the last ride on the list. You ready to go?” “Dude, I’m ready to get paid.” “Daniel’s got the other ones. Come meet me at the storage garages so we can do the damn thing.” “I’m on my way.” After Kyle hung up and ate his breakfast, he went upstairs to put on his flight suit and flew to where Chris is. But as soon as Kyle lands, he sees Chris leaning on an Aston Martin. “We gangsta’s movin’! Get in,” Chris said as he hopped into the driving seat while Kyle in the passenger. “Where’s Daniel at?” Kyle asked. “He’s over at North Park with all of the cars.” “Nice. So, how did it go? Any problems while you were stealing the car?” “You know me, dude.” “Yes, I do know you, DUDE.” “So, what you think? Smooth as silk.” “I’m thinking, where are the blood stains and bullet holes and whatnot?” “Man, fuck. That amateur shit is behind me. I’m a professional now. Like you, Daniel and Stan.” “So, tell me what happened.” “I saw the ride and I took the ride. No drama.” “No security? No one saying, “Who the hell is this Brasher Club motherfucker doing in my car”?” “Nuttin’.” “That’s worth worrying, man. That’s some shady shit.” “There he is. I’m lining it up on the carrier. You might as well get out.” “Yeah. *gets out of car* Daniel!” “Sup, my Kyle! Boss man’s happy, then we’ll get moving!” “Yeah, dude.” “Now, come on. Let’s get in,” Daniel ordered as he, Chris, and Kyle went inside the semi. “Let’s get truckin’. Fort Collins. By the actual fort itself Cartman said,” Chris ordered as Daniel starts driving the packer. “It’s, uh, cozy in here,” Chris said. “Scooch up, dude,” Kyle said. “Yeah, scooch over here,” Daniel smiled. “Scooch near you, mate? Hell no, you stink,” Chris neglected. “Get over here. I don’t bite.” “That’s ain’t what I heard. All murderous and shit.” “Kyle, what you been telling him?” “I say what I see, dude. You kill people for fun.” “Ahh, rumor and hearsay. We got a long way to go, I’d get comfortable.” “Alright, dude. But don’t try nuttin’,” Chris said suspiciously. “How far is it?” Kyle asked. “In this thing? About four hours,” Daniel answered. “Shit.” “It’s your operation, Slick.” “Well, if you’re alright driving, I’m gonna catch up on some sleep.” “Sleep? Didn’t you already do that?” “I was with Rebecca very late last night. I’m still tired.” “Well, go for it, then.” “It’s alright being the boss. Meant to be running things but this kid is asleep,” Chris said. “Yeah, I’ll be asleep when you stop running your mouth, dude,” Kyle said. “Some boss. But hey, Daniel. Where’s the exploding kid? Isn’t he supposed to be here?” “Stan? His exploding days are done.” “What you mean? He stopped exploding?” “No more exploding for him.” “He like retired now? From exploding?” “From everything.” “That’s funny cause like Kyle here didn’t mention anything about that. And as a matter of fact, I don’t even know where he is now but considering the mutual friends we got. I would have liked an invite to the retirement party.” “There weren’t no party.” “Aw, no party?” “I use the term retirement….euphemistically.” “Mate, for a man that kills others, eats others, and possibly fuck others, you talk fruity.” “It’s unconfirmed.” “What’s unconfirmed? The fact that you talk stupid? Or the fact that you do some messed up shit? Or where is Stan at? Like, maybe he’s dead.” “The last one.” “Ah, are you serious, man? Shit. Fuck. Does Kyle know about this?” “I don’t know if Kyle knows. But let’s just let him sleep.” “Man….shit.” “Yeah. Bummer. But you know. He wasn’t the good guy he made out.” “The kid was a killer, a thief, a liar, and irritable as shit.” “Yeah. A liar. Above all else, a fucking liar.” “Mate, you sound like some bitch he ain’t called. Like, “Oooh, he lied to me.”” “I am some bitch he didn’t call! For three weeks!” “Fuck, man. He fucked you. The fucker got fucked. Damn! He fucked the fucker himself.” “Shut up.” “Man, the first time’s always special. I hope he was gentle with you.” “Enough of that! And enough about me fucking. I don’t do that….as a rule. Maybe when Kyle stopped talking to me after all of us thought that Stan was dead, I went….crazy. I got a little out of control but that ain’t exactly who I am….for the most part.” “But the Stan fucked you?” “Yeah, the Stan fucked me. And the Stan fucked Trent. And the Stan ran off with Cartman.” “Trent?! How did- Isn’t he supposed to be in prison?!” “Maybe if you were at the clubhouse last night then you would’ve found out earlier.” “Dude, I had to do the job. Cartman’s got cash with my name on it. I’m sorry if I wasn’t there.” “You’re not sorry at all. You don’t give a shit.” “I do! Trent was our mate! Sure he was a bit of an asshole and I hate him a lot but I never said I want him dead.” “*grunts* Fine. But if you back out like that one more time, I swear to god that I will throw you out of the Club faster than you could ever imagine.” “I promise I won’t miss a thing again.” “You better.” “But did Stan kill Trent?” “Stan got him killed by Cartman. He died when Stan faked his death. I thought Stan died and Trent was in the pen. When actually, Trent was in the ground and Stan was in hiding.” “And now Stan’s dead and it’s all ok?” “Stan’s current condition is unconfirmed. I said that.” “But if he was dead, you’d be cool because of Trent died whenever?” “*sigh* Yes.” “Man, I thought you and Stan were tight.” “So did I.” “Ok. That made a lot of fucking sense. But I still cannot believe that Trent’s dead. I, or I mean, WE didn’t say goodbye to him.” “Yeah and that made my heart crack.” “I’m sorry, Daniel again.” “It’s ok. At least you’re the replacement of him.” “*tsk* Yeah, you got that right.” “...... It’s a lonely old road, isn’t it?” “Lonely? Uh, I couldn’t say. I mean, not really. A road’s a road. It ain’t got abandonment issues.” “Truckers on the blacktop, making do.” “I don’t need to make do. I need to make snaps on these rides.” “Sure, yeah, the time will come. It’s what happens before we get paid is what. Kyle’s asleep. It’s just me….and you.” “What? What are you trying to say? You want me to jack you off or something?” “Jesus. No. God no. Of course not. Unless….” “Man, you’re a sick fiend.” “Just fiendin’ for some friendship.” “Friendship? Right. Whatever, man.” “It’s just….Truckers are a symbol of this country. Part of it’s mythology. Like cowboys, gangsters, hobos, gangbangers.” “Truckers are about the unsexiest myth I ever heard, apart from hobos. Maybe tied with hobos.” “Freedom. Loners in the night. You know what truckers do?” “Cut up women and get other dudes to jack them off? Come to think about it, aside from not lugging freight around the country, you got about all the necessary prerequisites for a fine career in haulage.” “No shame in that.” “If you don’t wanna get paid or enjoy human contact.” “Money’s bullshit and so is friendship.” “Alright, alright, alright. I see you still touchy.” “*sigh* How’s Kyle doing over there anyway?” “Dude’s getting paid to sleep. Don’t even worry about him.” “The sleep of innocents.” “So, he, like, in charge on this one? You work for him?” “He was with the Club before but now he’s kind of a figurehead. A puppet, if you like.” “With Cartman’s hand up his ass.” “Right up to the elbow.” “That dude is real shady.” “Oh, he’s repulsive, but, well, once he’s paid us, he can be whatever we want him to be.” “What you want him to be?” “I want him to be someone who understands that all the money in the world can’t save him from a nasty guy who thinks he’s an asshole.” “Now, that’s something I wanna see.” Suddenly, police sirens came out of nowhere which made Kyle wake up. “Oh, shit. What’s happening?” Kyle asked. “Wake up, you dozy motherfucker! One time was on the ride!” Chris said. “This is what happens when you fall asleep on the job. What are you gonna do?” Daniel asked Kyle. “Ok, shit! I got an idea. I’m gonna fly out and get rid of the tail.” “Here, take this headset!” Chris said as Kyle opened his window and flew out. “We have reason to believe you are transporting stolen vehicles. Pull over to the side of the road,” an officer ordered through his speaker. “They must have waited until we’re out of the cities,” Chris predicted. “Yeah, it looks like, don’t it?” Kyle agreed as he flew past the squad cars while shooting lazers at the drivers. “Dammit, dude. We cannot lose these rides!” Chris said. “I thought you said that the coast was clear when you stole it, Chris?” Kyle questioned. “It was! They sneaky bastards. Them police, mate.” After Kyle clears out the remaining cops, he flew over the packer to protect anything that comes to get it. “Looks like they’re all outta cops,” Chris pointed out as Kyle began to call Cartman. “Hello?” Cartman answered. “We got the shipment. Where are you located at?” “At the fort. Please get here soon. *hangs up*” “He’s still at the fort, guys.” As soon as they all see the fort, Daniel parks the semi in front and gets out same as for Chris. “Hey, I’m gonna speak to Cartman, get us paid,” Kyle said. “Yeah, me and Daniel are gonna get out of here and head back home anyways so make sure it’s fair salaries for workforce, motherfucker,” Chris said as he and Daniel went inside the Camaro and drove off. “Hello, Kyle,” Cartman greeted while leaning on his limo. “Nice place to pick a spot to drop off the cars. Where’s the money?” “*sigh* I’m probably one of the most brilliant investors that the world has ever known. I’m…. obviously a maverick but I’m rigorous in my research.” “Yeah, you may be brilliant….Look, let me be the first to tell you, no girl is ever gonna fall in love with your fatass again. Now, where the fuck is my money?” “Look, I’m gonna hold your money, invest it in my alpha fund and make the funds available to you at a time as the transfer will not induce any undue attention. *gets inside limo*” “Which is a polite way of saying I’m getting robbed? Are you fucking kidding me?” “That’s a short sighted and frankly immature way of seeing things, Kyle. *closes door* Let’s go!” “I stole cars! And killed people! But maturity is not really my fucking thing.” Kyle then flew back home while in deep frustration and as soon as he gets back, he phoned Wendy about something he was thinking about. “Kyle,” Wendy answered. “Hey, Wendy. Uh, look, have you seen Stan? The contact he set me up is holding out on the payment.” “Huh. Uh, let’s see, his phone is offline, his credit card isn’t active. This is aberrant behavior. The last usage is for a flight to Canada, I don’t know why. Then there was a signal from his cell back in Colorado but now nothing.” “Damn. Is he in the state? Shit, he could be in trouble.” “I don’t know. But it’s worth speaking to Daniel. Most likely he was with him up there. I’ll get him to come see you.” “Alright. Send him to my house, ok?” “You got it.” After Kyle ate his lunch and changed back to his street clothes, he waited for at least a couple of hours until he saw Daniel out of his window which made head downstairs and meet him outside. “Oh, well if it isn’t my favorite jew in the world! Wassup, dude?” Daniel greeted but then he lost his footing and falls to the ground which made Kyle laugh. “What? Is that how you act, huh? When a friend makes a mistake, huh? *gets up*” “No man, no.” “Oh, so what, it’s just me getting hurt? Is that funny?” “No, dude.” “Well, fuck you! I’m gonna put you in the fucking ground if you laugh at me again!” “Dude, calm down.” “I have met a lot of assholes in my life, but you….Oh, you’re not long for this world if this is the way you fucking act. You little jumped-up motherfucker!” “.....Look, how about this, man? Calm down. It was funny at first. I made a mistake. Unfortunately, dude, you fell. It was funny, alright? I apologize.” “.....I accept….your apology. Ok? Alright, so….let’s hug it out.” “Sure thing.” As soon as Kyle went to hug Daniel, Daniel tried to punch Kyle but he faked it which made him flinch and step back. “Ah-ha! Ha, ha! Right? Yeah, I fucking got ya,” Daniel smiled. “Oh, so you’re funny, huh?” Kyle asked. “Ah, fuck no. I’m not funny. I’m a fucking asshole. Fuck, I….I had a difficult childhood. You know that.” “Yeah, I know. Damn, man. You alright?” “I’m just….I’m just fucking on edge, you know? Look, I love you, right, but….I would’ve….I would’ve just fucking….” “Look, look, look, look, dude. Wendy said you had some information for us about Stan.” “Stan? Fuck Stan! I hope he’s dead.” “Dude, I know you two. But come on. You two had beef before but what the fuck happened in Canada? Somebody caught him, dude. Who?” “Pip sent me a text while I was flying to Canada saying that there were some 5-11 members who were trying to look for me. Which I found out later that Clyde called me as I was going back. They mistakenly thought Stan was a human being and kidnapped him.” “Yeah and now it looks like they’re holding him somewhere in the state.” “I guess.” “Come on, dude.” “Well go fuck yourself. You want that piece of shit, that’s your fucking business, alright? He’s dead to me, alright? And chances are, if and when I see him, he’s going to be dead to everyone else as well.” “Hey, come on, dude. Don’t be like that!” “You’re pushing your luck, pal.” As Daniel began to leave, he went past someone that was walking by which made him turn around and get into his face. “What was that?” Daniel asked the man. “Huh?” “What was that?” “Uh, nothing.” Daniel then knocks the guy out cold which he then stood on top of him and said, “Arrgh! Asshole! Everybody! *looks at Kyle* Assholes! I need to inject some more.” As Daniel began to leave, Kyle went back inside, headed up to his room, and called Wendy. “Hello?” Wendy answered. “Hey, it’s me.” “What did Daniel say?” “Stan’s being held by the 5-11's….because of Daniel.” “The irony isn’t lost. I’m sending you an app for your phone. Stan’s cell just came back online. This’ll track his signal. It’ll work better the closer you get. And be careful plus if you manage to save him, tell him to call me so he’ll be alright.” “Sure.” Over at a slaughterhouse, Stan was dangling upside down while Clyde tries to interrogate him. “I told you, Clyde! I’m not his lover!” Stan answered while in pain. “Don’t try to persuade me you’re not lovers.” “He’s laughing at you! You fucking idiot! You’re making a mistake!” “It cost a lot of money to track you down. I had to call every favor I could in the whole state. And then you killed several good men. Good day, huh?” “Good day, good fucking day to you!” “Kill him. Daniel isn’t coming.” “Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, hey, hey. Hey!” As Stan was moments away from being sliced into a machine, Kyle flew out of his house while tracking Stan down with his phone. After about five minutes, the signal got closer and closer until he found the slaughterhouse with a couple of 5-11 members outside guarding the entrance. He kills them with his lazers and headed inside. “You got a poor kid that don’t belong to you!” Kyle yelled at anyone that was in his way. When Kyle was running down through hallways and sees an upcoming enemy, he jumped on the wall and roundhouse kicks him in mid air which knocked him out. “Hey, it’s Kyle, Stan! Where they kept you?!” Two more enemies flanked him in the front and back but Kyle backflip kicks the guy in front while he followed up a Pele kick to guy from behind. After going around a couple of corners, Stan sees Kyle in the distance. “Oh, hey! The machine’s stuck, man! Get over here before it comes back and eats me! Come on!” When Kyle kills the men who were trying to keep Kyle from reaching to Stan, Kyle gave him a pistol and covers him while more people show up. “Man, I’m so glad you’re not minced!” Kyle relieved. “Yeah, it turns out that they really want Daniel dead. Go figure,” Stan said as he shot some enemies in the head while upside down. As Kyle went down a meat locker to clear out some of the remaining enemies, another one jumps on Kyle and tries to thrust the knife into Kyle’s chest while Kyle tries to prevent it. “You wanna bleed?” The guy asked evilly. But then Stan kills the guy from a distance and saves Kyle. He then shoots the chain that was tied onto and falls flat on his back. “Hey, we escape through here!” Kyle navigated as Stan followed him toward the exit. When they found the night sky, Stan tries to grapple but his device was broken. “Ah, fuck. It doesn’t work!” Stan said. “That’s ok. Grab on to me!” Kyle ordered as Stan grabs Kyle’s ankles and lifts him off the ground while heading back to safety. “Send me back to my house in Denver,” Stan ordered. “Sure thing.” “Is that it? “We’re clear?” “Yeah, we’re clear, dude.” “Fuck me, man! What a scene that was.” “That’s about the size of it.” “Yeah, whew! Back there on the meat hook, I thought it was over.” “When the dude had the knife on me, man. I thought it was the same thing.” “Kyle. Thank you, bro. You didn’t have to….” “Yeah, bro. Of course I did. If this shit means anything, the second I knew….” “Hey, how’d you even find me?” “Wendy sent me this app that tracked your cell signal.” “Ah, Wendy. Thank god I’m in love with her. But how’d you even know I got snatched up?” “Daniel told me, kinda. I asked him what he knew about you disappearing in Canada.” “Yeah, I bet he weren’t that forthcoming. Was he?” “Well he told me in the end. How’d they catch you anyway?” “Ah, shit. We’re up there and Daniel freaks the fuck out. He was about to kill me, Kyle, and then these 5-11 bastards show up. They take me, he fucks off.” “For real?” “Too real.” “Ok, well, if you don’t wanna talk about that, how about Cartman?” “Cartman? What about him?” “We delivered the last of the cars, only he ain’t paid us yet. Says he’s gonna invest the fucking money.” “Well, he’s a clever kid. You know, that might not be such a bad idea.” “Are you fucking serious?” “Look, Kyle, you’re gonna get your money. Ok? From the sounds of it, you’ll even get some interest too. And I got this other deal with Cartman with my family. So, we gotta wait for that to play out before I got any leverage over your deal.” “For real?” “Come on, Kyle. I’ve had my feet chained to a meat hook for the last few hours. Gimme some time and I’ll figure this out. I promise.” “Yeah, whatever.” After Kyle approaches Stan’s house, they both landed and hugged it out. “Alright then I’ll see you,” Stan said. “Yep.” “Hey, sure you don’t wanna come in?” “What? Your big empty house? Dude, I’m depressed enough already.” “Alright, well listen, thanks.” “Look, dude, before you go….What the hell happened up there?” “I told you. Daniel went crazy, tried to kill me, and I get jumped by the 5-11's.” “No, I mean he knows that Trent is dead now.” “I know what you meant……….Alright, look, I made a promise to Wendy that we will leave Brasher Club and start somewhere fresh when I come out with the score. I was running with a crew of crazy motherfuckers with a goal in my mind. But Cartman made me see an out, a new life which turned to be shit. But I took it.” “You took it? Dude, you burned out everyone that you’ve ever known.” “It was that or die inside a prison. Look, I know it sounds cold. I don’t expect you to understand it, not yet, but you will, when you got ties of your own. Look, you wake up one day and your legs, they just give, and you just can’t run anymore.” “Alright, dude. Watch your back, alright? When Daniel finds out that you’re still alive, I don’t know what the fuck he’s gonna do.” “Don’t worry about Daniel. He’s not gonna get near me. Hey, you watch your back. You hear me?” “Dude, he ain’t me that he’s coming for. We’re straight, it’s just you, dude. It’s you.” “I’m just saying.” “Look, Wendy told me to tell you to call her as soon as your free.” “Ok.” Kyle then stepped backwards while looking at Stan as he was beaten up but then he turned around and flew away. Stan then phones Wendy and as soon as she sees Stan calling, she picks up immediately. “Stan?! Are you ok?!” “I’m still breathing.” “Oh, thank god. I was so worried about you.” “Thank you so much for getting Kyle to rescue me.” “Well, what are girlfriends and boyfriends are for?” “Listen, don’t tell anything to Daniel about this.” “I won’t. Never, ever.” “Ok, I gotta get some sleep. Love you, baby.” “Love you too, babe.” After a relaxing night for Stan, his phone rumbled which made him wake up. It was from Wendy and it said, “Please go to the print works in Golden. The Guerrillas picked me up and set up a mission for you. And I guess they need my help too. So, please arrive at your earliest convenience.” Stan wrote back by saying, “Are you kidding me? Why they brought you into this now? But whatever, I’m coming.” After Stan ate his breakfast and took a taxi to the place, he went inside a sees Wendy leaning on a machine while holding an IPad. “Hey,” Stan greeted. “Hi. *kisses*” “How are you?” “Oh, just enjoying a little labor dispute. See, we are about to do something really, really, bad. So, I need to present myself as a proper textile magnate, so….” “So, then you decided to do some work for the Guerrillas?” “I’m….adaptable. But nothing looks more suspicious in Colorado than someone who’s actually prepared to make something.” “*chuckles* Jesus.” “What about you?” “Oh….fucking Daniel. We’re having some problems.” “Trent?” “Yeah, what else?” “Anyway, the issue between every faction is now towards each other which could cause some catastrophic problems and I bet Daniel knows about that situation.” “Thank god you guys are here. You alone?” Tweek interrupted while holding his phone. “Tweek, where’s your boyfriend Craig?” Stan asked. “He’s on his way. *gets on his phone* Yeah, they’re up here. *hangs up* Listen, the shit’s about to hit the fan.” “Our entire lives together had been nothing but a series of fans and shits.” “Sort this problem out for me and I will get Mr. Leisurewear off your back.” “And if we don’t?” “Then I will go to jail and you will get shot.” “Ah, fuck you, Tweek. I’ve heard it all before.” “Not like this, you haven’t.” “Has he briefed you?” Craig asked Wendy as he came inside. “Oh, why, yes, he has. He told us that if we do what we say, then together we can take down the big bad wolf that is faction corruption.” “Yeah, and if you don’t, we’re all gonna fry. Because the 5-11's are onto us. I’ve even got some fools in our own faction that are questioning my methods. They think I’m….a liar….a cheater….some kind of killer and a thief.” “So?” Stan ignored. “So, there’s some uh….”evidence.” And I need you guys to find out what they know.” “Alright, so what? You want Wendy here to hack into the system and wipe it all clean?” “No, no, no. That will not work. The only way to access it is through your buildings,” Wendy answered. “Aw, fuck me.” “Heh, heh. Stan. You’d be doing me a very big favor. And if you do this, I’ll make sure that all your past will be gone. I promise you. *starts leaving*” “Hey. This is the last thing we do, and we’re done, period.” “Of course, I’m a man of my word. Tweek, let’s go!” As they all began to leave the print works, Wendy and Stan called a taxi to the Guerrilla base in Boulder. “So, where are we going exactly?” Stan asked. “A Guerrilla base in Boulder.” “Alright, so do have any idea how we’ll do this?” “Not really, but I thought we’d start by finding a way into the building.” “We’re going through the parking lot?” “No, no, no. we’re waiting for someone to come out of it- a janitor.” “Ok. How’s that gonna get us in?” “Well, the janitors are all on temp contracts- they get replaced when their backs go, or they ask for a day off, so we find one of these guys, we turn him and that’s our in.” “Ok. There a particular guy?” “I’m in the temp base’s database right now. Found a kid about to clock off. Got the file here….lemme see….Terry Krauser….smooth, dirty blonde hair. We’ll follow him and see what we think.” By the time they reach their destination, they waited for their target to come out. “So, what do you think about this whole messed up situation?” “I think they’ll either kill you after this is done, or keep you doing these stupid jobs until they don’t have to kill you, because someone else has done it for them.” “Yeah, that sounds about right.” “Woah. Is that him?...... Nope.” “So what do we do?” “What can we do? We do the job. Maybe you can erase your memory of bad stuff that has happened to you when you’re inside doing whatever else you’re doing. That might be a way out.” “Yeah, well, a way out is exactly what I need.” “Ooh, what’s this?...... Not our guy. It’s hard to get motivated on a job without financial incentive.” “You can’t put a price on freedom.” “Well, that spur named Daniel won’t be there for the crew. I’m gonna ask Craig for a budget. Wait…….that’s the one. Driver, stay behind him, but let him see you.” The driver obliged and followed Terry wherever he went. “So, what’s gonna happen when this guy gets wherever he’s going?” Stan asked. “He’s gonna get his severance package,” Wendy answered. “I can’t tell if that’s some creepy euphemism or a plain statement of facts.” “It’s whatever you want it to be.” “....Ok.” “Driver, take a right.” “Hey, you mind? Put away the pad or whatever the hell that is for a minute. No surfing while we’re trying to tail this kid.” “It’s work related.” “Yeah, well, I’d prefer all hands upon deck right now, if it’s ok with you. God, you’re worse than my sister.” “*tsk* You wanna break into the Guerrilla of Destiny’s headquarters, you’re going to need more than a janitor’s appearance. Let me work on some angles while this car keeps behind him and between these white lines.” “That’s it. I mean, other than a few missing expletives and terms of health abuse, that was my sister, in spades.” “*texts back* I just spoke with Craig. We’ve got the budget to pull this off.” “Good. But come on, what do we do when he gets home? What do we need from him?” “We need cooperation. And maybe his overalls and an ID.” “And if he doesn’t cooperate?” “You know what it’s like to clean up shit for Craig? He’ll cooperate.” Suddenly, Terry went up into a apartment complex. “Woah, woah. Stop. Stan. Get in there,” Wendy ordered as Stan gets out of the car and followed Terry into his apartment room. When Stan entered the room, he said, “You got another one of those, Terry?” “Who are you?” “A guy with your best interests at heart. I’ll fill your pockets with money and all you gotta do is take a little vacation.” “Hey, I work two jobs, man. I’ll take any break I can get.” “Good.” “Hey, you want the soda?” “Nah, I’ll just take the overalls. Oh, and your ID.” “It’s in there.” “Oh, and Terry, I probably don’t need to say this, but if you don’t play ball, I’ll be forced to do something I really don’t wanna do. Enjoy your soda.” As soon as Stan leaves the apartment, he went back into the cab and drove back to the print works. “Successful?” Wendy asked. “Oh, yeah,” Stan answered casually. “We got to go back to the printworks, driver, please. That was easy.” “Guess you were right. Craig is a shitty boss.” “Hey, I called Kyle while you were in there. He’s coming to meet us.” “Yeah, uh-huh. What do we need him for?” “Grunt work. Information gathering.” “What information?” “The plans to the office. There aren’t any digital copies, or if there are, I’m not clever enough to find them. The architect is CO based, so I thought Kyle can tail him, take a hard copy.” “Sounds complicated. You sure you need these plans?” “Yeah, I do, if I’m going to find a way to bypass a couple hundred million dollars worth of Guerrilla security.” “Millions? They blew that much?” “Government contracts, license to steal.” As they both arrived at the printworks while Wendy pays off the driver, they both head inside and went into the office where Kyle is waiting. “*opens door* Fuck….arrgh….” Stan said with disgust. “Hey, what’s the problem, dude?” Kyle asked. “Craig fucking Tucker.” “Of course it’s Craig fucking Tucker. It’s always Craig Tucker.” “That is not strictly true. It’s either Craig or Daniel or Stan’s family, it’s always one of them,” Wendy said. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s always one of them. I’m a stupid fuck with a horrible family and even worse friends. I told you, Kyle. I ain’t a good role model, period.” “Yeah, whatever. It’s either this or dealing dime bags. The bullets come cracking at you either way,” Kyle said. “Yeah, thanks.” “We need to find something about this Guerrilla building. A weakness or a way in. Next time I meet a morally destitute, totally delusional, highly corrupt Guerrilla, I hope he’s a nice one,” Wendy said. “I’m not going in that place all by myself,” Kyle rejected. “No, no, no, no. Nobody’s going in. We need to do some recon, we need a little more information.” “Ok.” “I need the architectural plans but they’re not online anywhere. So I’m gonna need paper copies. Now, the architect’s name is Brandon Jukes. This was his first big commission and the office is down in Denver.” “Alright, Kyle. You go tail him for a little while and then we’ll talk,” Stan said. “Alright, I got you. *starts leaving*” “ When Kyle left the printworks, he flew to the architect’s office, he snuck his way inside by going into the back window and sees the architect sitting behind his desk. Kyle then lifted up the window very slowly, climbed inside, kills the architect with a chop to the neck which made him drop very fast. “Sorry I had to do that, dude,” Kyle said as he picks up the architect and puts him on his chair like he’s sleeping. He then grabbed the briefcase full of files, gets out, pulls the window down, and flew back to the printworks. “Ah. That was fast,” Wendy said surprisingly. “Yeah. Fast is my middle name,” Kyle smiled. “Oh, Kyle. Hi. You got them already?” Stan questioned while looking at his phone. “Of course I do, dude. Here. *hands the briefcase to Wendy*” “Thank you.” “So, all good?’ Stan asked. “I guess. So, is this for real? We’re just gonna rob the Guerrillas and be allowed to walk by the guys like that?” Kyle asked as well. “Yeah, I don’t really know. Probably not. So, Wendy, what have you got?” “Uh, I don’t know. Gimme a minute. I’m not a fucking computer…….Oh….Oh….Oh, maybe I am. *smirks* Here’s what I think….We have two options. The new security software goes into containment mode in case of emergency, you know uh, earthquakes, mudslides, acts of God. So, we can plant some fire bombs. They go bang! The emergency call goes out. We hijack it. Show up as firemen and then we grab the containment drive. Or….We could hack the system on site. We’ll go in by….by air. Hope we don’t run into too much physical resistance.” “Sounds relaxing….Either bombing an office ran by a division of Brasher Club or defeating one of the region’s most complex security systems using our worthless ninja skills, huh?” Kyle asked. “Yeah….Eenie meenie miney mo,” Stan agreed. “If you favor the fire bomb, containment drive option, you’ll go in with that janitor’s ID you picked up. It’ll be at night when most of the workers are off. Stan, You mop the place and plant the bombs where we need them,” Wendy said. “Seriously? I gotta mop?” “Yeah, yeah- you really do. They’ll clock you on the cameras if you’re play acting. You also need a fire truck to show up in when the bombs go off and a getaway car stashed near the base. The car shouldn’t be anything special, there shouldn’t be any heat.” “What about the other way….with the, uh, ninja skills?” “You choose that route, you won’t be using the janitor’s gear, but we had to cover all the bases. Your Guerrilla paymasters will have to provide you with a chopper and a pilot. You fly way above the building, parachute in, and gain access through the roof here. You’ll need to be armed to the teeth mind you, just in case the shit goes down.” “Mopping or parachuting. Wow, you’re making this choice really difficult.” “Craig has given us the money to pull this off, the crew will be paid out of that. We keep the change. So, what’s it gonna be?” Kyle and Stan thought about the options for a while until Stan made a decision in the end. “*giggles* So, you do wanna mop? Ok, well, you’ll need a couple of gunmen. They’ll go you in as firemen. Everything goes to plan, they won’t fire a single bullet….but you will be running into a burning high rise with them, so consider that,” Wendy said as they both now choose a gunman for their heist. “I remember this guy. His name was Challenger. He helped us get the cars that Cartman wanted plus he can drive to the scene for us,” Stan suggested. “Huh. Challenger?” Wendy said confusingly. “It’s his club name.” “Oh, ok. Now I got you. Isn’t he in the clubhouse back in South Park if I’m correct?” “I’m afraid so.” “Well, since he is, I’ll phone Pip then. She’s the nicest in the group plus I’m also going to tell her to have Challenger to steal a fire truck, the gear, and a getaway car.” “Thank you.” “How about this kid here?” Kyle pointed out. “Gary Harrison. He’s got some scores in him. Ok, that all look good to you? You are robbing the Guerrillas here.” Stan and Kyle then both nodded in agreement. “And we have a winner. I’ll call up the arrangements when we’re ready.” “Alright, awesome,” Kyle said as he started to leave. “Y’know, Stan….I wanna make the Brasher Club as one big faction again instead of four but I don’t know if we can do it without you-know- who,” Wendy said. “Ah, well….As long as he can’t do it without us.” “Ok.” “Try not to hurt yourself. *kisses*” “Alright, ok, ok, ok.” After Wendy made the preparations of the heist, it was now nightfall and everyone was in position. But for Stan, he went to the printworks and talked Wendy. “Hey, how are you?” Wendy asked him. “Ah, pretty good under the circumstances. About to knock off a Guerrilla government building. Oh, and meanwhile my psychotic former best friend is trying to figure out a way to kill me….But hey, the meds are kicking in, so life’s good.” “Well, exactly. Kyle got us what we need. *tosses janitor outfit* Put those on.” “Then what?” “Then….head in there and uh….Rig up a slightly more sophisticated fire trap than we’ve got here.” Wendy then plugs a toaster with a fork in it and turns it on while they both grab a gasoline jug and pours it all over the place. “So….I’m guessing drapes and a scented candle aren’t gonna do the trick, huh?” Stan asked jokingly. “Oh, no, no, no. You’ll have incendiaries and a remote device. Now, they need to be strategically placed. So we can ensure that we still have access to the server and that structure maintains its integrity. Now, once you get out, trigger the bombs, meet up with Kyle and the crew, then we’ll intercept the emergency call, and you all go in as firemen. Got it?” “Ok. Yeah, I got it. Sounds a little idiotic….” “Well, under the circumstances, it was the best I could do. And if you’ll remember, you were the one who chose to do it like this.” “Ah, come on.” “Y’know, Daniel has a point about you. You whine too much.” “*gives middle finger* Ah, fuck you.” “Oh, don’t even try it.” “Don’t worry. *starts to leave*” “Oh, and uh, Stan?” “Yeah?” “Be careful and stop by at my house when you’re done and alive.” “I will. I haven’t died yet.” “Well, don’t be stupid to risk your life for me again just like what you did in Canada.” “*fake laughs*” After Stan left the printworks, he called a taxi, starts heading to the Guerrilla headquarters, and calls Kyle. “Stan, are you ready for me at the Guerrillas?” Kyle asked. “It’s almost that time, Kyle. Link up with Gary and Challenger, get the fire truck, and be ready to go as soon as I say so.” “We’ll be good to go. Me and Challenger will, at least. Gary- I don’t know.” By the time Stan arrived at the building, he pays the driver, goes inside, and goes through a turnstile while a Guerrilla member looks at his ID. “They keep changing the contractors,” a Guerrilla member said. “Yeah, because kids like me keep losing their jobs and agreeing to this for less,” Stan said. “*hands back ID* Alright, head up.” As soon as Stan went inside one of the elevators and got to his floor, he went into the maintenance room, grabs a bucket of water with a mop, and heads into a locker room to start off. After cleaning up a section in the room, he plants the first bomb inside one of the lockers. Stan then picks up the bucket and heads into one of the office hallways for the next stop. After cleaning a couple of hallways, he heads into the bathroom and plants the next bomb behind a toilet. He then went back to pick up the bucket, goes back into the maintenance room to put the stuff back, heads back down to ground level, leaves the building, walks down four blocks away from the building, and calls Kyle. “Yeah?” Kyle answered. “Charges are set. I’m out of the building.” “We’re right around the corner. We got your gear in here with us. *hangs up* Everybody cool, right? Cause once we pick him up, it’s all go, ok?” “In and out, man. Let’s do it,” Gary agreed. As soon as Challenger drove the fire truck to Stan’s location and picks him up, Stan went inside and said, “Alright, trigger the bombs, Kyle. I’m gonna get my turnout gear on.” Kyle then takes out the detonator and presses the key which made the bombs explode along with a couple other floors blow up as well. “Whoa. Alright. We’re first response. Let’s go,” Stan ordered. “So, Wendy hijacked the emergency signal, right?” Kyle asked. “Yep. We’ll be the only idiots running into that burning, so don’t worry.” Challenger then parks the truck in front of the building which made everyone get out and headed inside the building. “Come on. Let’s go. Wendy said that these elevators should still be fine,” Stan said as he presses the button. “Was she on some industrial strength painkillers or the hallucinatory weed at the time?” Kyle asked. “Yeah, probably a little bit of both.” “Cool. Thanks for clearing that up.” When the doors opened, they all began to head to the top floor while the air was filled with smoke. “We’re going across to the far stairwell and up to the top floor,” Stan commanded as they all followed him wherever he went. “We take this up six stories. The server rooms on twenty seven.” By the time they reached the top floor, they all began to approach the room where the drive is located. “Doors locked. Kyle, I need you to fit a bomb and open it up,” Stan said as Kyle obeyed. “We’re live. Stand back. *detonates bomb*” “Silver drive- middle stack- far wall.” When Kyle got the drive, they all start to head back down. “Come on, people. Whoa. Shit. *staircase cracks* Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jesus! So much for structural integrity. Fuck! This way! Come on!” Stan said as they all went into another floor to reroute their escape. But then they have encountered some doors that won’t budge. “I gotta bust this thing open!” Stan said as he tries to take an axe off of a glass case from a wall but when he took the axe out, the doors exploded which blown Gary away from it but as the rest, they just got knocked back a bit. “*coughs* Kyle, check if Gary if he’s still breathing,” Stan ordered as Kyle went to Gary and checks his pulse. “Shit. He’s dead, dude,” Kyle said negatively. “Ah. We can’t take a corpse through this inferno, we gotta leave him, let’s go.” Stan, Kyle, and Challenger began running again while the structure starts to fall apart. But after going through several more hallways, a room blew open the door and knocked out Kyle but the others didn’t notice and still kept moving. When Stan and Challenger went ahead for a while, they both checked to see if Kyle was behind them but he wasn’t. “Where’s Kyle? Kyle! Kyle! You alive?!” Stan asked worryingly through his headset. “*wakes up* Oh, man. That explosion must have knocked me out, dude.” “Oh, thank God. Listen, we’re down a floor from you, but look out. There is a team of Guerrillas heading your way. They know that we ain’t firemen.” “Gee, thanks, dude.” When Kyle started running again and sees some enemies, he takes out the first one with an enziguri and takes his gun to finish off the rest. “Can’t you see the building’s burning?! You guys should be at home!” Kyle asked the enemies while shooting at them. After fighting through more of the enemies and heading down a stairwell, Kyle regrouped with the others. “There he is. Let’s continue. There is an elevator shaft around here. We can use it to rappel down it,” Stan said as they all followed him to the elevator shafts. Challenger strapped on the elevator first and heads down while Stan prepares to go next. “I’ll see you at street level!” Stan said to Kyle. “I fucking hope so!” When Stan rappelled down to the basement, Kyle went last and while he was rappelling down, some huge debris flew over and passes Kyle. “Holy shit! That was close!” But when Kyle got down to the basement safely, they all ran back up to the first floor and exits the building. “More fire trucks will be here any minute. We tried our best!” Stan warned to the people watching. When all three of them got into their fire truck, Challenger started driving towards the location of where he stashed the getaway car. “Alright, we’re going,” Kyle said. “Now, we all gotta change before we get to the getaway. At some point soon, a group of Guerrillas will go out looking for firemen, we cannot be playin’ dress up when that happens. But as soon as we get there, we got to torch this truck,” Stan ordered. By the time they arrived at the getaway car, they all exit out the fire truck while Kyle uses his last bomb to plant on it and they all get in the getaway car while Kyle detonates the bomb. Everyone changed back to their street clothes while Challenger drives away from the blown up fire truck. “Cool. I feel much better now. Drive us back to South Park, Challenger,” Stan ordered. “You got it.” “Tell Pip I said thanks and don’t tell Daniel or Yellow Jacket about this,” Kyle said. “I will and I won’t.” “Now that we’re clear, I can probably tell you people, I didn’t think we were gonna make it outta there,” Stan said. “Uh, one of us didn’t. We lost a dude,” Kyle pointed out. “Oh, yeah. Shit.” “I don’t like speaking ill of the departed, you know what I’m saying, but the dude was in over his head,” Challenger said. “He wasn’t top draw, but I thought we could carry him through it. I guess I thought wrong. But anyway, we made it out, so we got that to be thankful for. Gary’s people will get his paycheck and the standard expenses,” Stan said. “But unfortunately, Gary wasn’t really cut out for the heist work, his mind was on other things,” Kyle said. “Why you say that?” “He told me he was trying to fit into a greaser gang.” “Did he tell you who was he joining? I’d like to invite them into a faction.” “Why?” “You forget? I’m in the Club. This kid gets killed in a raid on the Guerrillas and we can add some more people into the Club or somewhere. They call that uh….pre- awareness.” “Yeah, sure. How very Denver.” By the time they reached South Park, Challenger dropped off Stan and Kyle by Wendy’s house and heads back to the clubhouse. Stan opened the front door, both went upstairs, went to Wendy’s room, and sees her sitting in her chair with her arms crossed while Stan chuckled victoriously as he walked in. “Well….” Wendy said in a disappointed tone. “What?” Stan asked confusingly. “I never thought I see you idiots again.” Stan and Kyle looked at each other in shame but then suddenly, Wendy smiled and gets out of her chair. “We did it!” “*laughs* Fucking A right, we did!” Stan cheered. “*high fives Kyle* How was it?” “For a suicidally dangerous mission impersonating emergency services, while working a high security government facility, it was surprisingly uplifting.” “*laughs*” “Come here. Gimme some of that! *hugs and kisses Wendy*” “*hugs and kisses back* Hey, let’s get drunk. Kyle, fill up the glasses. Got some real vintage fruit punch. Murderer type shit. We’re gonna be seeing triple and committing incest in minutes.” “Just the shit to make a person forget his or her troubles,” Kyle said. “Exactly. I’m just gonna get drunk as a skunk. And then I’m gonna reverse engineer a webcam and spy on those sorority boys again.” “What you say?” Stan asked. “Nothing. That was the punch talking before. I’m crazy, ok? Gimme a break. Cheers!” “*coughs out punch* Dude, this tastes awful,” Kyle said as Wendy laughed. “*finishes drink* Alright, you guys. I hate to break up the ritual but I’ve got to go square things up with Tweek and the dickwad,” Stan said. “Aw, for serious?” Wendy whined. “Hey, I just want them to know that now we did this thing for them and we have the evidence that we did this thing for them, we can all go our own separate ways, you know?” “Well, do you want me to go with you, dude?” Kyle asked. “No, stay, have fun. I gotta do this alone.” “Right now?” Wendy asked. “The sooner the better.” “That’s one way of looking at it.” “Right. Besides, I wanna put this shit to bed. Then I can figure out Daniel, you know? Get my life back. Go back to being bored and miserable and loving every motherfucking minute of it. *gives Wendy the whole jug of punch* Here, enjoy the incest juice. Love you, Wendy. Thanks for helping us.” “You’re welcome and I love you too, Stan.” “You two sure know how to put the fun back in mid-life crisis,” Kyle said. After Stan leaves the house, he calls Tweek. “Hello?” Tweek answered. “We hit the Guerrillas for you, Tweek. I’m done.” “Yes, I saw that. Meet me at the Monroe Memorial in the morning and I’ll debrief you.” “I’m out, Tweek. From now on. Done.” “I appreciate that. I’m trying my best for you but….but you and Daniel attacking the Golden Brashers….repeatedly….it doesn’t help.” “First off, you told us to attack the Golden Brashers in the first place. Second, I wasn’t with Daniel when he decided to do whatever he wanted to do with them. And third, that’s Daniel’s thing.” “Well, whoever’s thing it is, it’s unauthorized and it’s dumb. My associates been telling others about this. We really need to talk.” “Really? Alright, alright. I’ll come to Monroe Memorial. Fuck.” After Stan called a taxi to pick him up and drop him off to his house back in Denver, he slept through the night with frustration, wakes up with disbelief, eats his breakfast, walks to the Monroe Memorial which was a two story huge building with a lot of statues and plaques written on the walls, and sees Tweek standing next to a balcony while looking at his phone. “Ah….see? Tweek, that’s why we’re such great friends, huh? Because we’re like old school, we like old fashioned things; newspapers, celluloid….Good guys, bad guys.” “*puts phone away* We’re friends?” Tweek questioned. “Well I don’t know. You tell me. We did what you said, right? Got those people off your back? Now, you’re gonna do like what you said and cut me loose. Right?” “Things aren’t gonna work out that way. There’s a bit of a problem.” “That’s right, Tweekers! You could say that!” Craig interrupted as he walks towards Tweek and Stan while Thomas follows him. “Craig, I told you I would handle this!” “Oh! Because you handled everything so fucking well so far, haven’t you?” “Alright, I admit things have been a little unorthodox….” “Un-fucking-orthodox?! You’ve ruined my career. Thomas, take these boys in. Both of them.” “Oh, Craig. Come on, please.” “Whoa, whoa! You fucking kidding me? Taking me in for what?” Stan asked. “For multiple counts of every crime you’ve committed right under the fucking sun,” Craig answered. “Oh, well then let me rephrase. Why?” “Why? Because….*pulls gun out*” “*pulls gun out* Because you don’t want me to testify! About our various faction dealings, right?” “Thomas, apprehend the suspects!” “*pulls gun out* Thomas, you will do no such thing. Now Craig, we agreed to speak to Stan. To try and explain things to him. Not this! This causes problems for us all!” Tweek said. “Ok! Ok! Then put your gun down and we’ll talk.” “After you, buddy,” Stan said. “Come on, where’s the trust?” “You can do better than that.” “My soldiers know or think they know that I’m the one that was behind the incident.” “Uh-huh and now you want me to clean up your mess again? Right? Before I end up at the bottom of the ocean. Fucking good luck with that.” Suddenly, a group of 5-11 members came up behind them with guns loaded. “Put your weapons down, boys! Fun time is over. We got you. Brasher Club scum.” “Put your weapons down! All of you!” a Guerrilla assault team member shouted with a group following behind him. “Who the fuck are you with?” Craig asked the assault team. “With me!” Thomas answered which made Craig point his gun at him. “You fucking rat. I knew you didn’t have the balls for this. For the record! I’m a patriot! I love my state!” “Put the weapons down….” a 5-11 member said. “Fuck you. We all know you gangbangers are ball deep in a plot to drive up your funding by any means necessary.” But then, a helicopter with mounted machine guns and rockets comes out of nowhere and aims at everyone. “Put the guns down, gentlemen!” the pilot ordered. “Who the fuck are they?” Thomas asked. “Fucking Golden Brashers! What are they doing here?!” Craig answered. “Craig, put your gun down,” Tweek begged. But then, a Guerrilla shoots Craig in the leg. “Ah! Same goddamn leg!” Craig then shoots Thomas in the head and teleports which made everyone scramble including the heli and fight each other except for Tweek and Stan which instead they team up. “Stan, this your frequency? Let’s RV at the end of the stairs at the far end,” Tweek said as bullets went flying over him. “I ain’t going anywhere, Tweek, until some more of these guys kill each other.” As Tweek and Stan split up, they both battled through an onslaught of enemies. As Stan rushes toward another balcony and sees the heli coming for him, he went into cover but as soon as the pilot started shooting his machine guns, a stray bullet came out of nowhere and takes down the pilot along with the heli too. “The fuck?” Stan said confusingly. “Hey! *waves* If anyone’s gonna kill you, old friend, it’s gonna be me!” “Oh! You’re here to finish the job, Daniel?!” “Nah, nah, nah. I’m just here for the opportunity! Now run!” “Touching reunion and all but I’m about to get jumped by a team of rogue soldiers. You know how much attention you’ll get if I go down today!” Tweek said through his headset as Daniel shoots a bunch of Guerrillas with Lorraine. As Stan gets closer to the stairs and clears out some more Guerrillas which then leads to another heli that’s coming for him but Daniel takes it out. “Once you get down here, Stan, we can go!” Tweek said as he made it to the ground level. “Don’t remind me,” Stan said. “Without me, the Guerrillas will be onto you twenty four hours a day.” “More Golden Brashers? Are you kidding me?” “Don’t be too excited cause I see some more 5-11's coming your way, Tweek. Oh and what happens to Craig? Is Tweek gonna pop him at the water cooler the next day?” Daniel asked. I’m not popping, Craig. Jesus! I’ll get close to him and I’ll try to control him. That’s if we get out of here alive.” “What are the Golden Brashers doing at this party? *shoots*” “You tell me! You were the one shooting on their trucks and planes or whatever with or without Stan’s help.” “I’m just trying to earn a dime.” “Well, your dime puts us on their radar. And I don’t know how to get off of it!” When Stan regrouped with Tweek and fended off the last remaining enemies, Daniel ran out of ammo and decided to bail. “That’s should be good enough. I got to go before someone clocks my Camaro.” “Hey, thanks Daniel!” Stan said. “This is our shot! We clear out the lot and we’ll talk!” Tweek said as he and Stan rushes into the parking lot where more Golden Brashers were waiting for them. When they both cleared the ambush, Tweek and Stan splitted up again. “Put as much dirt between you and the place as you can. And do not contact me until you’re absolutely sure you’re clear,” Tweek said as he went over the fence and ran away from the building. “Stan, before you disappear, we need to have a conversation,” Daniel said. “So conversate.” “Not here. Meet me in the alley of a local restaurant seven blocks away from where you are.” “Alright.” When Stan looks all around him to see if there is any more enemies, he leaves the area and headed towards where Daniel is. When Stan ran out of breath from sprinting, he meets up with Daniel. “What are you doing? Breathing heavily for? Come on. *slaps Stan lightly* No, no, no. Don’t be like that. You’re in the clear, man,” Daniel said. “Yeah well, maybe it’s got a little something to do with being caught in the middle of three way firefight between a group of gangbangers, a group of gun stealers, and a turncoat army. Y’know, it gets me a little stressed out.” “Ok, but we still need you, Stanley. I mean, y’know at least for now. Unless of course you have another surprise for me? Huh? Maybe something to do with another inappropriate friendship?” “Yeah, that wasn’t exactly Tweek’s fault….” “No, no. He’s just the friendly face of a corrupt division of Brasher Club looking to further his career by dealing with an equally corrupt and full to the fucking brim with bullshit low rent hood.” “Listen, Daniel. I’ve been meaning to thank….” “*mimics voice* “Oh y’know I’ve been meaning….Yeah I’ve been meaning to tell ya, y’know….” What, man? What have you been meaning to tell me? Huh? That you stabbed me in the back? Or that you were, and always will be, a worthless wretch who deserves to be put under?” “Yeah? Then why the fuck did you come back for?” “Oh, you know why….” “*thinks* No, I don’t know why.” “One….last….takeover. Mm-hmm.” “Oh, no. No, no.” “Oh, yes, yes, yes. And if it goes good, guess what? I don’t have to put a little bullet in your head. But! If it goes bad….oh well, that’s ok too, because then you and I get to go to hell. And I get to spend the rest of eternity with you, tormenting you.” “Well, I guess it’s on then?” “Yeah, I guess it is then. Call Wendy. Let’s go. On speaker phone!” “*dials Wendy*” “Hello?” Wendy answered. “Hey, it’s me.” “I know. How did your little arrangement with the Guerrillas went?” “Just fabulous. Ran into an old friend. Matter of fact he saved my ass.” “Ooh, we’re all friends now? I suppose a group hug’s out of the question?” “He wants to uh….go on with the final victory tour.” “Alright. When it looks like it’s a go, I’ll contact you. And remember this, boys….If we pull this off, we'll be making history….again. Sordid, nasty, depraved history, but history nonetheless.” “Good. See ya. *hangs up* There. You happy?” “Fucking thrilled….Don’t forget, amigo. I’m keeping my eye on you,” Daniel said as he started leaving. “Yeah….” When Stan started heading back home on foot while being hidden from anyone that tries to look for him, he calls Tweek. “Stan. You made it. Good,” Tweek answered. “I saved you again, Tweek. Again. So, what are you gonna do for me about Craig, the rest of the Guerrillas, and everyone else, huh?” “History’s written by the living, ok? We can pin most of it on Thomas. I get that story right, the Guerrillas will back off. The problem we need to deal with is Daniel.” “Daniel? Why?” “Try Golden Brashers, 5-11's, general insanity, and so on. I can spin Craig that you’re controllable, but not Daniel.” “Craig?” “He’s our wounded hero right now. I gotta cozy up to him, calm him down.” “Just get me out.” After Stan hung up, he got home safely and kept his head down. Meanwhile, Kyle was left alone in his house when his parents and his little brother went to go and see a movie he saw before. He was just watching TV in his living room minding his own business until he heard a couple of knocks on his door which made him turn off the TV, went towards the door, and opens it very slowly. “Rebecca,” Kyle said surprisingly. “Hey.” “Hi. What are you doing here? I mean, I’m real glad you came here….” “I can’t take this any longer.” “Take what any longer? Come in.” “*walks inside* It’s Chris.” “*closes door* What does he want now?” “He’s your friend, he’s one of your best fucking friends.” “For real? One of my best friends? Right? Man, fuck you….not like that, man, but he isn’t. He’s just another low life from the Club….him, Gregory, and all of those guys. All they wanna do is drag some kid down and live in the past.” “And this is the future? A big empty house with nobody gives a fuck about you.” “Actually, my parents and my baby brother are out to see a movie but sometime in the future, yeah, if it works out for me, it can work for you.” “I wanna be with a boy with a beautiful mind, not one who acts like a murderer.” “Then what the hell are you doing here, Rebecca?” “I’m worried about Chris. You gotta help him, Kyle.” “Dude, that shit’s over….” “Oh….I’m a legitimate businessman now….I’m a smartass who thinks everything and everyone is wrong. You’re a phony is what you are.” “What?” “I’m not saying you have to marry the kid. He’s about to get killed from a deal that he went to and….Gregory has set him up.” “Fuck, dude. This part of my life I’ve been looking after this dumbass and paying the price afterwards.” “Well, at least do it one more time, Kyle, for me.” “For you? For you and the Club?” “I love you and Chris, I’ve seen you guys push each other around a lot, and you know that. You’re not changing. I don’t care how many times you don’t wanna go out with him and do whatever you guys do these days, how many excuses you make, or even tear up someone’s property with him, it’s not for me, not done bad or done good.” “Look, I’ll change then.” “No, you won’t….and that’s fair enough, but at least respect what you do, who you are. If you let him die, you’re a bigger asshole than I thought. Look, he’s over at some place in Texas Creek. You do what you gotta do.” After Rebecca left, Kyle ran up to his room and puts on his flight suit like he’s got no other choice but to save Chris. While he tries to look where Texas Creek is on his computer, he calls Wendy. “Kyle, what’s up?” Wendy answered. “Hey, Wendy. I’m in a bit of a bad situation. Chris got set up. I think he’s somewhere near or in Texas Creek with some bad guys. Could you do some like computer magic and look into it? Is that possible at all?” “Uh, it should be. Gimme a second here…….hold on…….yes….” “So, what does it say?” “Hmm….there are older reports of a weed operation being run by the 5-11's. The files got buried so I’m guessing they have paid off the cops.” “They’re growing weed up there?” “Growing it in the hills, most likely. But they might be packing and shipping it out of a lodge. I’d expect a fair few more of them up there.” “Shit. Then I’m gonna need some help. Can you tell Stan and Daniel to meet me up there?” “They still aren’t getting along that well.” “Tell them it’s for me and it’s serious. Thanks a lot.” After Kyle hung up and found out where Texas Creek is, he flew out of the window and headed towards the location. By the time Kyle arrived, he looks at the lodge and around it from a distance with his hawk vision to see if he can spot Chris but he couldn’t find him. Kyle then waited for Daniel for at least a half an hour but for Stan, it took him at least twenty five minutes to get to where Kyle is. “Stan. You’re here very quickly. How?” Kyle asked surprisingly. “Oh, it’s a couple of things; One, my grappling hook is brand new thanks to Tweek for pleading Craig for a new one and two, I got a sticky bomb launcher that makes me immune from it which I got from Craig again. Also, it can make me fly across the sky and get to places way faster than calling a taxi again.” “That’s awesome.” “Hey, hey. Why did you invite this stoolie, huh? I want my Chris to be rescued, not sold to the Guerrillas,” Daniel asked. “Give it a rest, asswipe,” Stan said. “Would you two shut the hell up? Let me take one more look at this place. Wendy said that this was some type of big weed storage spot,” Kyle said as he looks at the lodge again with his hawk vision. “The place is crawling with 5-11's, you know? Now, me and you, we don’t mind the old gang warfare, but suede bucks over there….” Daniel said to Kyle about Stan. “Hey, tell Daniel I said “bite me”,” Stan said to Kyle. “Dude, I said shut up….Now, I see the weed but where the hell is Chris? Oh, wait. There he is. He’s being held captive.” “Tell Daniel I’ll be at the other side of that site with my contingency plan. I don’t wanna be anywhere near around him when he fucks this whole thing up,” Stan said as he walks away. “Classic, classic. He’s planning his escape. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna find a way in,” Daniel said as he began making his assault position. “I saw a few possible entry points when I got here. One- the front entrance in the middle there. It’s the most direct way in and most likely the heaviest,” Stan suggested through his headset. “I’m meeting them head on- direct assault.” “I’m gonna get in position,” Kyle said as he flew over the site and takes position in the back. “I got a good vantage- I’ll see what I can do up here before the time comes,” Stan said. “We can stand a better chance when all of us are in different angles,” Daniel said. “Alright, Kyle. On your attack,” Stan said. “Let’s do this.” “Brasher Club for life, motherfuckers!” Daniel yelled as he charges into the open and lays down fire on the enemies. “Chris better not be dead, assholes!” Kyle yelled as he flies over the enemies and shoots his lazers at them. Meanwhile, Stan snuck up behind the enemies while they were busy focusing on Daniel or Kyle. After flanking the enemies from all directions, Kyle can see a person inside a red cabin with a green tank top on which happens to be Chris. “Hey, I see Chris!” Kyle and the others went inside to help Chris on his feet. “Chris, it’s us! We’re getting you outta here!” Kyle said. “Oh, it’s fancy seeing you here, motherfucker,” Chris said while his face was badly beat up. “Can you still run?” “I think so.” “Let’s get back home. Meet you at the storage garages.” “Alright.” “Thanks for helping me, guys. Now, go before more show up.” “I’m gonna pull out anyways,” Stan said as he plants some sticky bombs on the ground and detonates under him without any harm while he flies across the sky. “That’s new. Chris, when you’re in the clear, I’m gonna talk to you. Now go!” Daniel said as he ran back to his Camaro. Kyle and Chris raced each other back to South Park very fast and as soon as they got back, Kyle checks on him to see if he’s alright. “Shit, dude. You alright?” Kyle asked. “I’m straight, dude. Bitches got the jump on me though.” “How did they get you to come there anyway?” “I wasn’t fitting to let a little drive stand in the way of a money making opportunity.” “Or a get killed opportunity.” “Man, you’re always a pessimist.” “Nah, dude. A realist. Because in reality, all of those guys want to kill you.” “Mate, where the trust at? I peeped out that indian place after we were done with Cartman’s car lick which I still ain’t been paid for, incidentally- all secluded and shit. Gregory hits me up, I’m like yeah, that’s the perfect place to buy kush by the bizale.” “Dude, that’s a perfect place to kill someone you were hanging out with.” “Man, I don’t even know at the time. I just thought we was going to parley.” “Parley? Dude, please. Every time you leave the house, people are trying to kill you. Every time you meet up, guys there for the express purpose of killing you.” “Are you sure? Because I’m sure there’s been a few times….” “No, I’m completely a hundred percent sure. Every time, dude. Whether you’re buying guns, selling guns or discussing guns. Talking about the weather or whatever.” “Man, these streets is hard. This the Club you’re talking about. Maybe you forgot because you been uh….bettering yourself. Sitting in your parent’s house, looking down on people when they pass by and shit.” “Dude, you know it ain’t like that.” “Do I, mate? Because that’s the way it looks to me. I’m making the best out of what I’ve been given, you know what I’m talking about? I’m not into some type of mentorship program. Only mentor I got is Daniel.” “And we’re gonna do something about that, dude. Trust me.” “Man, I don’t have people teaching me that normal citizen shit. That didn’t change for me and you ain’t helping.” “Ain’t helping? What the fuck do you call this then?” “...... I don’t know.” “Look, me, Stan, and Daniel- we all came there to help you.” “The unholy fucking trinity. 5-11's or anybody better beware when those guys are rolling together.” “You jealous of Stan and Daniel?” “What happened to me and you fucking shit up? Forum club mates, dude?” “So, I shouldn’t have called them, right? Dude, I was doing everything in my power to make sure you weren’t dead.” “I can make sure I’m not dead.” “Clearly, you can’t.” “Next time, mate, don’t come. And matter of fact, if you do come, don’t bring those two.” “Dude, look, let’s not talk next time. Next time, don’t get yourself in a situation. Alright?” “It’s the Club, Kyle. That’s what happens in the Club.” “No the fuck it don’t. Not for everyone.” “Well, I’m one of the dudes that happens to.” “Well….are you gonna tell me what was going on back there?” “Club shit, dude. That’s the shit that’s different from the fancy shit your overpaid parents is presently accustomed to.” “Man, Gregory put us on this shit. We’re gonna get on his ass.” “Man, fuck that kid. Look like I give a shit?” “Dude, I give a shit.” “Gregory does what he does. People want me dead be dead themselves. I’m not gonna overreact to shit.” “Overreact? Dude, that kid Gregory tried to get you killed!” “Mate, that’s the Club. I’m still here, ain’t I?” “Just.” “You sure Gregory knew they were gonna close the book on me?” “Yeah, dude. Gregory knew. Everybody knew Gregory knew. Rebecca knew Gregory knew and she doesn’t wanna even bother with us no more.” “Damn, that kid Gregory janky like that?” “Dude, you don’t see this? Gregory has been screwing us from the start.” “Like from back in the day?” “From like the other day, dude. Since we went to that factory place and that dealer and all of those 5-11's tried to take us down.” “But Gregory put the work on that dealer.” “Yeah, man, that’s survival. Remember how angry he got? Especially with you bringing him into this shit.” “Alright, alright, but tell me this though, if Gregory was fucking with your boy Chris, why he set us up with the deal for the brick in the first place? He go off and make peace with the 5-11's, comes back, and then puts us in a lick on South Park streets.” “I think the next time he sees you, he won’t be so nice to you.” “Damn, you think so?” “It make sense, don’t it?” “”I don’t even know. Maybe.” “Gregory got in with the 5-11's when he was inside, played us as marks, dude, but a bunch of them got booked. So now they gotta come back at us. So Gregory sends you out there when they are doing a kush deal….” “Then you showed up and saved the day.” “Yeah, thankfully.” “Mate, it wouldn’t even be the same if your boy Chris wasn’t out there getting into shit. And Kyle wasn’t getting him out of it. Know what I’m talking about?” “I don’t know, dude.” “Woo-hoo. So, I guess what we learned is you don’t think it’s no fun that you had to be fucking with your friends. You feel me, man?” “Heh. I guess you could look at it like that.” “So, thank you for helping me. Now, I guess my victory dinner would be eating a forty ounce and a bucket of chicken on the way to the poor house, huh?” “Dude, don’t be like that. Because number one, I never got paid for the cars. Number two, I saved your ass. No matter how many times you and that tiny fucking brain of yours tried to get us killed, I saved you, dude.” “Mate, you are supposed to. I thought we were friends.” “Me too! But I thought we were trying to get out of this bullshit? You live in a fantasy, dude. The best thing you can hope for is a big turnout for your fucking funeral.” “Man, ain’t nobody coming to your funeral!” “What? What about all the times I saved your life, dude? What about that?” “Oh, thank you, dude. Thanks for leaving your friend in the back field.” “You know what? If you could just act civilized, you would get some work. But instead you wanna be this relentless mad dogging asshole.” “Oh, my bad Mr. Know It All. Excuse me, sir. Thank you for helping out a poor street kid like me, sir. You can go now, sir. Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya. Mate, who do you even think I am?” “Well fuck you, Chris.” “Nah, fuck you, Kyle. I thought we were friends. But that some shit that just got past you.” “You know what, man? If something good comes up, I hit my friends up. Chill out, alright?” “Yeah, whatever. You just hit me when you find out what the true concept of friendship is. We are supposed to be the brains and the brawn together.” “I know that. I got you, dude. If something good comes up, I got you.” “Yeah, whatever. I’m in the Club, mate. If you remember what that is.” As Kyle began to leave, Craig and Tweek came around the corner and stops Kyle. “Whoa! What’s up, dude?” Craig greeted. “Hello, Kyle,” Tweek greeted as well. “I don’t know you two. We’re done,” Kyle said. “Hey, we’re not done yet, dude. Not yet,” Craig said. “Nearly,” Tweek followed up. “Man, what the fuck you want me to do now? Kill the governor? Fuck his wife or something? Or invade some fucking state?” “No. No. Something more sensible,” Craig answered. “Something that’s gotta be done,” Tweek agreed. “Hey. When the time is right, you’re gonna take old Daniel and put him out to pasture.” “See, Stan will be sensible but Daniel, Daniel won’t be.” “.....Daniel saved you. He saved both of your asses,” Kyle argued. “And it’s unfortunate.” “Hey, when we give you the word, you’re gonna do this thing,” Craig said as he pushes Kyle and leaves. “Man, get Stan to do it. Me and Daniel are cool,” Kyle said. “Stan can’t do it. Daniel won’t let him near,” Tweek said as he followed Craig. “That’s why it’s up to you, dude,” Craig said. “Oh, fuck!” Kyle shouted with rage. “Hey, who was that?” Chris asked. “Nobody. Don’t worry about it, dude.” “Hey! Look at you….” Kyle then flew back home and as soon as he went back into his room through his window, he takes off his flight suit, puts his street clothes on, flops on the bed, and screamed in his pillow. Meanwhile at a town near South Park, Stan was eating his lunch at a local restaurant until his phone rang. “Hello?” Stan answered. “Hey, Stan,” Wendy greeted. “Oh, Wendy. Hi.” “Did you rescue Chris?” “We sure did. Now that kid better watch wherever he’s going.” “Good. What are you doing now?” “Eating. In a restaurant.” “Oh, ok. I wanna do something together again cause it’s been forever since we’ve gone out.” “Really? I would love to. I’m not gonna be busy all day. What do you wanna do?” “I was just thinking that if you wanna see that new Phillip and Terrance movie tonight?” “There’s a new one already? Tonight? Of course I would love to see it.” “Awesome. The movie starts at eight. Sound good?” “Yeah. That’s fine.” “Sweet. I’ll see you there. Love you.” “Love you too.” After Stan ate his food, he grapples onto a streetlight and stays still while he puts sticky bombs under him and detonates them. The speed from the explosion made Stan jump towards the streetlight and when he got past the streetlight, he ungrapples to make him go even faster. Time passed at around eight and Wendy was in front of the theater waiting for Stan. While Wendy tries to text Stan, she could hear the distinctive sound of a grappling hook and that’s when Stan arrived. “Am I late?” Stan asked her. “Nope. Just in time actually. But you came here with your hook though?” “Well, what else was I supposed to do? Take a taxi which would take at least an hour or longer to get here?” “That’s a good point. You should pay for everything cause you’re rich anyways.” “Pfft. Ok. Alright.” “Hey! I hope I’m not too late. I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Cartman interrupted. “Cartman! The fuck are you doing here?” Stan asked angrily. “Hey, it’s our favorite comedians of all time. Philip and Terrence. It’s such a great pleasure working with you, dude. You see, I was here. Unlike your parents, seems to be stuck at home. *laughs evilly and enters inside*” “You twisted fuck! You’re dead!” “What’s happening? What’s he talking about?” Wendy asked. “My parents are in trouble! I gotta save them!” Stan then grapples to his parents house very quickly but when he arrived, he sees a couple of cars in front of the house. When Stan busted through the front door, he sees his dad getting beat up and his mom almost being shot while she tries to prevent herself from death. Stan grappled onto the guy who was beating up his dad and flings him to the guys that was trying to kill her mom. When Stan’s parents see their son in their vision, they couldn’t believe their eyes. “Stan?! Is that you?!” his mom asked surprisingly. “Yes. Now, get upstairs. Both of you. There will be more coming soon. Where’s Shelly?” “In her room. But thank God, you’ve came back from the dead,” his dad said as he went upstairs and hides in the bedroom along with his mom. Stan took the gun from one of the knocked out men and takes cover in the kitchen while more Golden Brasher members try to come inside the house. Stan clears the first couple of enemies but then there were more coming from the backyard. Stan turned to the backyard, grapples on one of the enemies, and uses him for a meat shield. By the time the shield wasn’t bulletproof anymore, he grapples the guy that was still firing, flings him into a wall, and uses him for a meat shield as well. More enemies came in with assault rifles this time but Stan got the better advantage. When there were no more enemies that came in, he flings the shield outside to lure some out but there wasn’t. He even went outside and scanned left to right but there was nobody there. Stan then went upstairs to check on his parents but then, an enemy came out of a corner and gun boots Stan on the head. “Got you, you dick,” the Golden Brasher member said while aiming his gun at him. “Oh, no!” Stan’s mom shouted while crying. “It’s gonna be alright!” Stan promised. “*chuckles* No, it’s not,” the enemy said but suddenly, Shelly opens her door, jumps on the enemy, and bites the flesh off of his neck like a zombie which killed him. “Are you alright, Stan?” Shelly asked as she offered her hand to him. “I’m fine. *takes hand* Thanks. Now, you all stay in there. I gotta make a quick phone call.” It became a long night for Stan but at least his family is surprised to see him again plus he can stay in his normal house again. After clearing the whole mess up, the sky went blue and as for Stan, he called Wendy at the park more pissed off than before. “They came into the house, Wendy. *punches fence* My house! So I asked my parents and Shelly to move out for a few days.” “I hate to say it but, Golden Brashers isn’t short on excuses to come and kill you, nor is Cartman.” “I ain’t looking for perspective, Wendy. They came after my family.” “Alright, alright. I don’t know what to say. Does this change where you stand on the final takeover?” “Hell no, we move onto that right away. Before it gets any hotter.” “That’s smart. I’ll try and find the best date to set up as soon as possible.” “Alright.” After Stan hung up, he decided to take a walk to calm down but while he was walking, his phone rang. “Hello?” Stan answered. “Stan. Did you find them?” his mom asked. “Who?” “The person who sent those people to our house.” “I’m working on it.” “Are we safe? You said we would be safe.” “He’s not gonna try that again. I’m on top of this, mom. Trust me.” “Really? You sure?” “I’m positive. Look, I love you guys. I’m going to take care of this.” “Ok. Please be careful.” “Don’t you worry about me.” Meanwhile, Kyle watches the police enter inside and investigate Stan’s house through his window but then suddenly, his doorbell rung. He decided to answer it but it was probably an officer but when he opens the door, he was absolutely wrong. “Hey, jew! It’s me! You see that house over there! Wow! Wonder what happened,” Cartman said. “What the fuck do you want now? You got my money, fatass?” “Hey, you got some coconut water or something like that? I need some electrolytes. *sniffs himself* Damn, it’s kinda warm, isn’t it?” “Man, you got a death wish or something. Am I supposed to kill you now?” “Oh, no, dude. Not ME.” “...... NO.” “Oh, yeah!” Cartman and Kyle then went inside the house while Cartman shuts the door. “Dude, he’s my best friend. HE’S your best friend too,” Kyle pleaded. “*mimics voice* “He’s your best friend too.” He has betrayed everyone he has ever known. He’s got you involved in Brasher Club again and he has messed up several business ventures of mine. He has got to go. And you know what? I’d like to say that this isn’t personal but it is personal.” “But the Guerrillas have told me to kill Daniel and I obviously can’t kill them both.” “The Guerrillas. Craig Tucker. Tweek Tweak. I own shopping malls and I would not employ those two fags in. I made one phone call, their careers? They are over. So, are you gonna A. Listen to some worthless bunch of gun stealers, or B. A billionaire? Who even the governor lets me finger his wife. Or C? Try and be really stupid and save those two so called friends of yours and have everybody in the goddamn state crawling up your ass. Which is it? A, B, or C. Time’s ticking, dude. Beep, beep, beep and your answer is?” “.....You know what? *opens door* Fuck you.” “*exits house* Genius answer, dude. Total genius but time is running. You think about it. Me? I got some expensive trash that needs taken care of. Bye-bye!” “Fuck you!” After Kyle slams the door shut, he ran up to his room and cries under his pillow. “What am I gonna do? This is fucked up! What am I supposed to do?” Kyle thought about the decision for a long while but then, he picks up his phone and makes his choice by killing Daniel, killing Stan, or gets his own death wish by saving them both.

To be continued….