In an undisclosed location, Vice President Moz Mendoza, burst into a room where Amigo was scouring a map of New York City.

Vice President Moz Mendoza: Dammit! General Amigo, have you contacted the Bad Dudes yet? I want them off this mission immediately!

General Amigo: I haven't found them yet. I'm still not sure why you want them off the case. They are the baddest of the bad.

Vice President Moz Mendoza: That is exactly the problem. I will handle this!

General Amigo: What if no one else can find the President?

Vice President Moz Mendoza: We do not negotiate with terrorists.

General Amigo: We don't usually behead them in the white house basement either, but it's been a hectic weekend.

Vice President Moz Mendoza: Don't be a smart ass General. If you value your job you will get this done NOW!

General Amigo: .....

Agent Johnson: He's got a lot on his plate right now sir. He is the acting President.

General Amigo: I know, and he doesn't seem to be in all that much of a hurry to find the President. I mean why is he wanting to call off the Bad Dudes?

Agent Johnson: That is suspicious, have to admit.

General Amigo: And why does he keep going into the subbasement? If he's in such a hurry to run the country, then what is he doing down there? If only I had the access code to the door I could-

Agent Johnson: Sir? I have the code, but I have been told not to let anyone though.

General Amigo: Even more suspicious! Johnson, if you value the bad ass democracy of this great nation, you will open that damn door right now!

Agent Johnson: But sir, I have oath to follow the order of the acting President to the letter, to give my life for-

General Amigo: We do what we do for the country! Something is wrong, and I need you to set aside your oath, and help me get to the bottom of this!

Agent Johnson: Alright. Alright, I will.

Johnson lead General Amigo to the coded door. He input the sequence, and the door opened, revealing a service elevator.

General Amigo: This safe house has a service elevator? Just what kind of place have we set up shop in?

The duo stepped into the elevator and traveled down to the subbasement.

Agent Johnson: Here we are sir.

General Amigo: What is this place? Why would the Vice President keep coming down here? This reminds me of the Presidential escape tunnel in the White House.

Agent Johnson: Sir?

General Amigo: In the event of an attack, a tunnel very much like this was created to get out of the White House. But, it could also be used to get into the White House, if you knew what you were looking for. That intellegence would then help you if you wanted to, say, kidnap the President. The Ninjas, they knew in advance he was leaving, because they were there, and this place, was a training facility for them. Oh no. No!

*Bang!*

A round from a gun was fired, sending the shot right into Agent Johnson's head. He fell dead instantly.

Vice President Moz Mendoza: Johnson, you could never take orders. Consider this your release.

General Amigo: Johnson no! Mendoza! You fucking traitor! You Communist bastard!

Vice President Moz Mendoza: Communist? Me? Quite the contrary! All I want, is all the money and power in the United States of America!

General Amigo: Exactly what communist scum would say!

Vice President Moz Mendoza: General Amigo, you just had to pry. I was going to let you continue being the top General in the military once I was sworn in as President, but now I'm going to have to eliminate you!

General Amigo: Fuck you Comrade!

*BANG! BANG!*

General Amigo fired off several shots towards Mendoza and ran into the shadows. Ninjas jumped down beside the Vice President.

Vice President Moz Mendoza: He's getting away! After him! Find him and kill him!

In another part of the city, the Bad Dudes continued fighting their way through Ninja hideouts. Tack took one Ninjas down with a head scissors, while Blade blew up nearby gun crates, taking out several Ninjas with them.

Trevor Blade: I told ya we'd find more fucking ninjas hiding in the city! They're coming out the woodwork now. Either we're getting close, or this is one bloody diversion.

Tack Striker: Well don't kill them all! We need to interrogate one! We don't have any other leads!

Trevor Blade: Well save that one you got right there!

Tack Striker: Did you kill them all already?

Trevor Blade: I mean, it kind of just happened on accident, but I'm not sorry about it.

Tack Striker: Yeah, we'll just question this guy. You! Tell us where the President is!

Ninja: I don't know!

*BANG!*

Blade put a bullet in his head.

Tack Striker: Whoa! What the hell?

Trevor Blade: There, you questioned him. These guys don't have the balls to tell us anything, and I think this information is above their pay rate.

Tack Striker: I got brain matter on my shirt

Trevor Blade: Stand back next time.

Tack Striker: Tell me you're going to shoot him next time!

Sgt. Larmore: Fucking Nam!

Tack Striker: What?

Suddenly, the lunatic loose cannon Sgt. Dave Larmore appeared from the rafters of the building.

Trevor Blade: You again?

Tack Striker: We already have a loose cannon around here Sargent.

Sgt. Larmore: I need to have a word with you two. I've been creeping around the White House's mobile response team, and the safe house they're using. The damn Vietcong have taken it over! I figure since you're a couple of Nam vets as well you'd understand.

Tack Striker: Larmore, the war is over! There are no Vietcong in the White House!

Sgt. Larmore: I fucking saw them! They were dressed up like ninjas, but I know better!

Tack Striker: *sigh*

Trevor Blade: Wait! You're saying ninjas were in the White House?

Sgt. Larmore: Vietcong Ninjas. Fucking Nam.

Tack Striker: Holy shit, he may be crazy, but what if he's right? What if Ninjas were in the White House?

Trevor Blade: That would mean that someone on the inside let them in.

Tack Striker: Are you thinking what I am thinking?

Trevor Blade: Perhaps someone close to the President wanted him out of the way! Perhaps this was an inside job!

Tack Striker: Exactly! Excellent detective work Blade!

Trevor Blade: I'm good for it when I'm sober, but I'm itching for a fix.

Tack Striker: I can tell. You're high strung. Think it's about time you kick the habit.

Trevor Blade: I'll leave the kicking to you.

Tack Striker: I know you've been dealing with withdrawals, and I know we all had to find some vice after what we went through in Nam, but maybe now is the time.

Trevor Blade: *sigh* Fuck it! Who needs the shit? I've got more important things to do like killing more ninjas.

Tack Striker: I'm impressed.

Trevor Blade: Now if only we can get you to shoot something we'll be making real progress.

Tack Striker: Uh, I don't know about that.

Trevor Blade: This whole thing could be an inside job. Someone who is working with these ninjas to serve their own means. What's the next step?

Tack Striker: We need to find out who was an enemy to the President. I know just who to ask.

On the rooftop of the Mayor's office, The Bad Dudes were rejoined with Mayor Haggar.

Mayor Ryan Haggar: The fucking liberals, but they don't have the balls to do anything but bitch and complain!

Tack Striker: Are you sure? Could there be anyone with a chip on their shoulder?

Mayor Ryan Haggar: Well, now that you mention it. The Vice President and the President have never been close. They fought each other tooth and nail during the election. He's the only one that I could think of that would want the President out of the picture.

Tack Striker: What makes you say that?

Mayor Ryan Haggar: Well before this little meeting I got a call from the frantic General Amigo. He was being chased by someone from the sounds of it. He didn't say much, but he told me that there was trouble, and the secret tunnel to the White House had been breached, and the sister location right here in New York City was compromised.

Tack Striker: Why didn't you say this from the start?!

Mayor Ryan Haggar: You didn't ask? Look kid, I'm a busy fucking man, I can't keep track of all this shit!

Trevor Blade: The Mayor in action folks. I'd call that a solid lead though.

Tack Striker: It's a shame he had to call from a stationary phone. If only he had a cell phone.

Trevor Blade: A what?

Tack Striker: A cellular phone. Ya know? Cordless phone? You can take it with you?

Trevor Blade: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Tack Striker: Oh come on! Those have been around forever!

Ryan Haggar: Enough of these stories! The President was kidnapped by the Vice President! That's the conclusion right? Fucking do something!

Tack Striker: He's right! Do we call the cops? Get some back up?

Trevor Blade: No! We're Bad Dudes baby. We're doing this shit ourselves!

Tack Striker: Right.

Ryan Haggar: I'm going too. Make sure you kids get the job done.

Talia Rothrock: Count me in too.

Trevor Blade: Talia?

Trevor turned to see Talia Rothrock standing behind him, holding the gun he left behind.

Talia Rothrock: Miss me?

Trevor Blade: Well this ain't a gun in my pocket, because you've got mine.

Talia Rothrock: If you're going, then I'm going. Jamie Stingray could be there, so like it or not, I'm going.

Trevor Blade: By all means Talia. You want to kick some ass let's kick some ass.

Tack Striker: Do we know where this "Secret Tunnel" entrance is?

Ryan Haggar: I do. I approved the construction of the building.

Tack Striker: Well then, how are we going to get in?

Trevor Blade: You leave that to me. Hey Mayor!

At the NY base of operations for the White House, several Ninjas were prowling around the outside. Two in particular were standing near a side wall. A side that suddenly exploded, as a shell from the Mayor's tank blew it and them apart.

Trevor Blade: And once again we make an explosive entrance!

Tack Striker: Where were you hiding this tank?

Ryan Haggar: The point is you brought it back to me in one piece. Now I don't have to take it out of your ass!

Talia Rothrock: This is the place? Let's do this.

Trevor Blade: Fuckin A.

 

In a mysterious location, three men stood in darkness, as a large hangar door opened up, exposing part of the room to the night sky. A limo pulled into the hangar, as the door shut behind it. A ninja walked up and opened the limo door. A man walked out, obscured by the darkness. He removed his shades and stepped towards the three men. He was joined by a large, brown toned man, with a shaved head and massive biceps.

?: That's close enough Mr. H.

Mr. H: If you say so, but I can't really see you. I typically need to see my clients face to face. It helps form a trust, such as if I'm going to get my money or not.

?: You know who we are, so you know what we're capable of. Our resources are vast.

Mr. H: Well, if you're the ones who nearly "owned" America, then yeah, I guess I do. But then again, you guys fucked up royally didn't you?

?: Years of planning and infiltration wasted. All because of-

Mr. H: "Bad Dudes". Isn't that right? They crushed your whole operation. Now, you're calling in "Plan B" huh? My "associate" and I can get the job done. Don't you worry about that. It'll be easy. To be calling me for this, you guys must be pretty furious. I'm be mad too.

?: We don't get mad Mr. H. We get REVENGE!






New York - 6 Months Later

A man was reading a newspaper, with cigarette smoke billowing from behind the pages. He laughed as he saw the headline, with President Swift, the constantly grimacing war hero had just declared official "Anti-Ninja" legislation, after the events that happened half a year ago. The paper was folded in half, revealing Trevor Blade grinning as he adjusted his aviator shades.

Trevor Blade: Bea-fucking-utiful Mr. President. It's about time. Of course, none of it would be possible if not for yours truly. I saved the President dammit!

Blade's new gruff and unkempt police chief approached, loosening his tie as he did.

Chief Tharp: Sure you did Blade. You keep saying that. Personally, I think you need to get your head examined. You're a loose canon, and the sole reason I got transferred to your department!

Trevor Blade: Don't remind me Chief. I'm telling you though, all those dead Ninjas, totally me! That was a rad weekend.

Chief Tharp: If you really did do what you say you did then it would be covered up, and they would tell you not to say anything. So why spill the beans to everyone and their mother?

Trevor Blade: Why? Cause fuck it, that's why. I saved the President!

Chief Tharp: *sigh* Well big hero, this dingy warehouse is surrounded. We're here for a reason remember? You wanted in on this bust right? Said it was important? Now's your chance.

Trevor Blade: Right. I know he's in there somewhere, and I'm going to find him.

Chief Tharp: Hey, I don't want my face melted off like your last Chief, so no explosions. Am I clear?

Trevor Blade: No promises Chief. What happens happens!

Police Chief Tharp: *sigh* I'm too old for this shit.

Trevor Blade pulled out his 44 Magnum and lead a group of cops into the warehouse, where a big shootout happened. Henchmen fell from the second story over the railings as they were shot, throwing up bags of cocaine into the air, making it look like it was snowing as the cops and dealers fought it out. They chased three men into an alley, where two caught bullets. Blade held his gun up to a Latino man in a silk shirt.

Trevor Blade: Camilo Ortega, son of Raul Ortega. One of the biggest drug dealers in the city. I wonder what I'm going to find in these barrels over here. New Coke perhaps? Or the other kind of coke maybe.

Policeman #1: You want to go check sir? I'll cover you.

Trevor Blade: Eh, I'd better not. I'm trying to kick a habit so to speak. Besides, we got plenty of evidence inside.

Policeman #1: Is that why you're such a chain smoker these days?

Trevor Blade: I'm-I'm gonna work on that next. So Camilo, tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet between your eyes right now?

Camilo Ortega: Ah! Because-because-

Trevor Blade: Becaaaause?

Camilo Ortega: Because you're a cop!

Trevor Blade: Ding! Ding! Ding! You solved the puzzle without even buying a vowel, but you want to know why that don't mean shit right now?

Camilo Ortega: Why?

Trevor Blade: Because, I am a really bad cop with a really itchy trigger finger. I hate scum like you. The kind that peddle this shit to kids! I'm the kind of guy that says, adults can do what they want. They've already been dragged into the bullshit of this city. But kids? You don't go after the kids Ortega. That's when the trigger finger gets really really itchy.

Camilo Ortega: Ah! Please don't kill me!

Trevor Blade: Alright, just tell me where he is then.

Camilo Ortega: Who?

Trevor Blade: You know who! You were paid to keep him under your protection! I know he's here! Tell me where, and you get to keep breathing!

Camilo Ortega: I don't know! I swear!

Trevor Blade: .....

Policeman #1: Sir!

Trevor Blade: Damn. You're calling my bluff huh? Get this prick out of here before he really pisses me off.

Policeman #2: Yes sir!

Trevor Blade: *sigh* I thought he would be here. Hey! Asshole! Can you hear me? I know you can't see me!

A man hobbled up behind Trevor,  while holding a cane in his other hand. His long orange hair was tied back, with bandages covering his eyes.

Jamie Stingray: Looking for me?

Trevor Blade: Well you certainly weren't looking for me Stingray. Were you?

Jamie Stingray: No. I can't see a damn thing because of you and that bitch!

Trevor Blade: Now Jamie, hiding out with the Ortega crime family? You knew I was going to drop the hammer on them eventually. It's what I do. You knew I was coming for you. Why stick around?

Jamie Stingray: Where was I going to go? My life is a living hell thanks to you! I'm here to kill you or have you kill me! I want out Blade! I want out!

Trevor Blade: The rapist can't do what rapists do, when he can't see the poor women he targets. Is that it?  You deserve this you scum sucking son of bitch!

Jamie Stingray: Fight me!

Trevor Blade: You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!

Jamie Stingray: Kill me!

Trevor Blade: Tempting, but no. Now that I've found you, you're going to live a very very long time, behind bars. I think she's going to find that hilarious. I know you remember what she looks like. So just imagine that for the rest of your damned life. The one who got away, laughing while you rot behind bars.

Jamie Stingray: Fuck you Blade! Fuck you!

Trevor Blade: I don't do requests. Take him away!

The officers that accompanied Blade cuffed the struggling Stingray, and dragged the blind man to a nearby cop car.

Jamie Stingray: This isn't over! I'll get you! I'll kill you!

Trevor Blade: Yeah? Take a number! I finally got him Talia. I'm sure you're gonna love to hear about this one.

Chief Tharp: Good work Blade. You left one of the bad guys alive and didn't snort the evidence. You might finally be turning into a good cop!

Trevor Blade: Let's not go overboard here Chief. I don't pretend to wear a halo and wings. I fucking get the job done the way I want to do it. This time though, it was personal, and it was for someone else.

Chief Tharp: Talia?

Trevor Blade: Yeah.

Chief Tharp: How is she doing?

Trevor Blade: Good. She's gone back to school so I don't get to see her a lot. I've been thinking about transferring to a quieter precinct near her. I can do that now that this is all over. I need to pay her a visit with the good news anyways.

Chief Tharp: You? Settle down? Bullshit! Anyways, you've got a call that's come in. They won't say who it is personally, but they said it pertains to the "incident" from a few months back.

Trevor Blade: I better take it. Where is the pay phone?

Chief Tharp: You can use my cellular phone.

Trevor Blade: What the hell is a cellular phone? That thing looks like a brick!

In a building looking down at the warehouse, a man spoke on the phone.

Mr. H: Yes, is this Trevor Blade? Good. My name? It's not important really. I'm calling on behalf of those you assisted a few months back. Yes, well the "big cheese" as you call him needs another favor. Yes. Yes this one must be kept secret as well. Oh yes, it's very important. Heh, like you wouldn't believe.

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Trevor Blade lit a match on his stubble, as he lit up his cigarette. His shades covered weary eyes, after the long flight from New York. He looked less than happy to see the sight of the sunset overlooking the beach, as he got off his motorcycle.

Trevor Blade: Wonderful. California. Los Angeles. L.A. Nothing by drug dealers, smack heads, gang bangers, hippies, politicians, and worst of all celebrities. I need a fucking drink. Why did I agree to come here again?

Elsewhere, in the same city, Tack Striker, with his hair cut and a clean shave, was sitting next to an elderly lady on the bus.

Tack Striker: It's a nice day out today isn't it?

Old Lady: Don't even think about robbing me fucker! I have a taser, and I'm not afraid to use it!

Tack Striker: What? I was just-

Old Lady: I mean it dickwad. I'll fry your nuts off!

Tack Striker: Calm down lady! Holy shit! I was just commenting about the day!

Old Lady: Oh. You must be a tourist. Welcome to L.A.

Tack Striker: Thank you.

Old Lady: It's a rotting cesspool.

Tack Striker: I'm getting that impression. I know a guy that might like it here. Maybe not at first, but if he got a chance to clean it up a bit, maybe he'd-

Old Lady: Are you still talking? Why are you here son?

Tack Striker: I have a job to do I guess you could say.

Old Lady: The porn right? I wouldn't do it son. You'll get the genital warts.

Tack Striker: Gross! It's not porn! It's not porn at all. I'm working as a bodyguard apparently. The details are still sketchy though.

Old Lady: Uh-huh just make sure you wear a rubber kid.

Tack Striker: *sigh*

Suddenly, an unkempt man with long hair and beard ran up to Striker and the Old Lady producing a switchblade.

Thug: Alright Lady, this is my stop! Hand over the purse!

Old Lady: Oh, here we go again. This bastard wants to try my patience. I'm going to fry his a-

Tack Striker: Mam, let me try and talk this out with him. Alright?

Old Lady: Alright, but when that doesn't work, you rip his fucking balls off.

Tack Striker: Jeez lady!

Thug: Hey man, don't try and be a hero!

Tack Striker: Sir, you're out of line. Why don't you just sit down and save yourself a lot of hurt.

Thug: This your woman or something?

Tack Striker: No!

Old Lady: He's a porn star! He's got a lot of women!

Tack Striker: I'm not! I don't! Oh the hell with this!

Striker kicked the knife out of the man's hand, gave him a headbutt, before tossing him out the window. Striker looked out through the shattered glass.

Tack Striker: Oh, this is my stop too I think! Alright! Nice meeting you.

Old Lady: That porn star was crazy!

Tack stepped off the bus, walking onto the body of the unconscious thug as he took in the scenery of the beach. A big party atmosphere, with skate boarders blazing by, while street performers tried to earn a living.

Tack Striker: Wow. Not bad. Not bad at all. I could get used to this place.

Thug: Ugh.

Tack Striker: Do yourself a favor. Don't get up.

Elsewhere in town, a college course was letting out. The short brown hair, and tanned skin of a familiar woman shinned in the setting sun, as she stretched her back. She was joined by a red head in tight denim.

Talia Rothrock: Those chairs are killing me. I'm not used to sitting down for so long. You know what I mean?

College Girl: Actually, I don't.

Talia Rothrock: Heh. I'm used to more "hands on" kind of work. Sitting and learning is a new concept. It's nice, but different. Let's put it that way.

College Girl: But you're so smart! I was actually going to ask to borrow your notes.

Talia Rothrock: Yeah, no problem. You can keep them. I have them memorized.

College Girl: Thanks Talia. I appreciate it. I'll see you around alright?

Talia Rothrock: Later. *sigh* So bubbly.

As she walked by a wall, someone she knew very well was leaning against, throwing down his cigarette.




Trevor Blade: I wonder what else you could memorize.

Talia Rothrock: Heh. Well, wouldn't you like to know?

Trevor Blade: You know it.

Talia Rothrock: Officer Blade? That can't be my cop boyfriend. He's two weeks late on his visit!

Trevor Blade: I know I shouldn't make a girl wait, but then again, you chose to come all this way for school.

Talia Rothrock: We both agreed I needed a better life and a change of scenery. Don't pretend you're not an accomplice here. Hehe.

Trevor Blade: Guilty as charged. Talia, I am sorry that I'm late for that visit, but it was important. I think you know what I'm talking about.

Talia Rothrock: You found him?

Trevor Blade: I found him.

A relieved Talia nearly broke down as she ran in to hug Blade.

Talia Rothrock: It's finally over?

Trevor Blade: It's finally over.

They embraced before taking off on Blade's motorcycle. She wrapped her arms around him tightly as they drove alongside the beach, with the sun continuing to set in the background. They spent time sitting on a cliff side, taking in the rest of the day, before Blade drove Tali to her apartment.

Trevor Blade: So how are you liking school?

Talia Rothrock: I'd rather be busting skulls for cash, but I guess it's not so bad.

Trevor Blade: All that street fighting can be behind you now though, cause that prick is in custody.

Talia Rothrock: I still don't even know how he managed to get away that day and stay alive so long.

Trevor Blade: Stingray and I beat the shit out of each other that day. We even ripped our shirts off dramatically, for no reason! In the end we left him blind and hanging from a hook. Seemed final to me too. I found him wanting to die. Now he has to live behind bars, with plenty of time to stew about it.

Talia Rothrock: Right. I'm just glad that it's over now. Maybe now you can complete your part of the deal and transfer out here. I go back to College and you become an L.A. Cop remember?

Trevor Blade: I know, and I totally plan on making that transfer. I just have a little bit of business to take care of first.

Talia Rothrock: If that business involves some "search and seizure" in my apartment then be my guest.

Trevor Blade: Oh, we'll get to that, but actually, for once that's not what I was talking about. I've been given another mission.

Talia Rothrock: Mission? By them?

Trevor Blade: Apparently. I don't know the contact this time since General Amigo was given the job of Vice President, but I'm supposed to be meeting him in town soon.

Talia Rothrock: Oh wow. How soon?

Trevor Blade: After some "search and seizure".

Talia Rothrock: Heh.

Later that night, Trevor Blade was at his contact point. He leaned against a fence and pulled out a photo. His hand shook as he looked at the two people in the picture. A friendly face approached.

Trevor Blade: Heh. Well look who it is. My friend who doesn't answer a single damn phone call.

Tack Striker: You don't answer a phone if you don't want to be found Blade.

Trevor Blade: It's good to see you too.
 

Mr. H lead Blade and Striker down the beach boardwalk. He kept his shades on, and his bodyguard not much further behind him.

Mr. H: Gentleman, let's get right down to business shall we? Your objective is to protect a person of great importance. His name is Noah Jennings, the most powerful banker on the west coast. Some "suspicious" characters have been seen following him around lately. It's important that he is not harmed, abducted, or pressed for any financial information. So many important accounts are tied into his banks. We can't let it happen.

Trevor Blade: Now why do we specifically have to be the ones to do this job? Just hire some bodyguards. I see you already have one.

Mr. H: We feel that if you two could save the President, then you're the best at this sort of thing, and right now we need the best.

Tack Striker: Mister "H" is it? You look familiar to me. Have we met before?

Mr. H: I get that all the time, but no this is our first meeting. I don't tend to make second appearances.

Tack Striker: You just look so familiar though.

Trevor Blade: I was getting that vibe too.

Mr. H: Like I said. This will be the first and last time you will see me. We have to keep this very covert. Tell no one of what is going on. I suspect you're aware of what the consequences would be?

Tack Striker: We won't tell anyone.

Trevor Blade: *whispering* Too late.

Tack Striker: *sigh*

Mr. H: Well then, here are the directions to his building. Just say that you are the new guards and they should let you up. Make sure you're there at 8:00 PM tomorrow on the dot. No earlier than that and no later. Be precise. Good day.

Tack Striker: This is really weird, and I can't shake that Mr. H looked like someone I've met before.

Trevor Blade: Meh, you've seen one Washington bureaucrat you've seen them all Striker.

Tack Striker: I guess you're right. Still, why bring us out here to do this basic job?

Trevor Blade: You heard the man, we're the best at it. We saved the President! We can babysit some banker for a few days if the money is good. How bad could it be?

The next night, the Bad Dudes made their way to the building. They were a little bruised and bandaged from their scuffle the other night, which raised the eye brows of the building staff, but they eventually made it to the elevator. Two men had to turn keys just to open it. They stood in silence for a bit as the elevator took them up.

Tack Striker: So yesterday, you were going on about losing people, and-

Trevor Blade: Let me stop you there Striker. It was a long time ago now. I'm just trying to move beyond it.

Tack Striker: Was it related to Nam?

Trevor Blade: I guess you could say so. I came back from my tour, and when I got home, they were-

The conversation was interrupted, as the doors opened to a palatial suite. A big room of purple and gold, with a fountain feeding a pool in the center of the room. Several topless women swam in the pool. Striker's eyes were glued to the ladies, as Blade lit a cigarette and adjusted his head forward.

Trevor Blade: Buddy, I think we found our guy.

A bald man in his 40's with stubble, bags under his eyes, gold chains, and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt stood screaming into a phone behind his own personal bar.

Noah Jennings: Do you know who I am? I am Noah fucking Jennings! I'm the money man of L fucking A! I could buy you and sell you a million times over while face fucking that skank of wife of yours! You are nothing to me! I am a God! Yeah! Yeah, that's what I thought! I figured you'd change your tune! Alright then. Tell Mom I said hello. Bye!

Noah slammed the phone down and then tilted his head back. A moment later a woman stood up from behind the bar and walked away. Jennings then buried his face in a pile of cocaine.

Trevor Blade: Oh boy.

Noah Jennings: *sniff* Who the fuck are you too?

Tack Striker: I'm Tack Striker, and this Officer Trevor Blade. We are your new security team.

Trevor Blade: We're going to watch your back for a while. It looks like you need it. Someone wants you dead.

Noah Jennings: Security team? I hope you're better than the previous team. A couple of fucking retards!

Trevor Blade: Ha!

Tack Striker: Blade, don't feed into it. Sir, I don't know about the other team, but we're going to keep you safe. You just need to do what we say and-

Noah Jennings: I only listen to one person, and that's me. I am Noah fucking Jennings. I don't answer to anyone else! Do you understand me? Now, we're leaving. We're going out to find some more of this good shit!

Tack Striker: This guys reminds me of someone.

Trevor Blade: I quit though. I'm in complete control.

Tack Striker: You can''t stop staring at the powder on the bar.

Trevor Blade: Complete control.

Tack Striker: Right.

Noah Jennings: Hurry up you guys. Stay out of my way, and I might throw some hookers your way. I know this bitch who'll lick your taint for 20 bucks!

Trevor Blade: Let's hope this one doesn't try to bite your tongue off again.

Tack Striker: Gah! Don't remind me!

Trevor Blade: Relax, we're going to be professional here. By the way, did you notice the guys we were replacing on the way up?

Tack Striker: Actually, I did not. Just normal staff, but no one real armed security.

Trevor Blade: Seems off right?

Tack Striker: Very.

Trevor Blade: That's what I thought. Stay sharp tonight.



The Bad Dudes entered the smoke and neon filled bar with the belligerent Noah Jennings, whose eyes darted around the room looking at all the "action".

Noah Jennings: This is the shit boys! Stick with me, and we'll all be getting our dicks sucked tonight!

Tack Striker: *sigh* Not necessary Mr. Jennings.

Trevor Blade: Going to pass on that.

Noah Jennings: You two dickless or something? Whatever. Just stay the fuck out of my way.

Jennings started dancing wildly, and moved into the crowd.

Tack Striker: Don't worry, I can still see him.

Trevor Blade: What a psycho. My kind of guy under different circumstances. Glad I don't act like this dick head anymore.

Tack Striker: It's loud in here. What did you say?

Trevor Blade: Don't worry about it. I need a smoke.

Tack Striker: Thought you were quitting.

Trevor Blade: Oh that you heard. I'm quitting a lot these days. Can't happen all at once.

Jennings stole a drink from someone else, swigged it, and grabbed up on a busty woman.

Club Woman: Hey! Get off me!

Noah Jennings: We could both get off baby. I'm Noah fucking Jennings. Show me your tits. Hahaha!

Club Woman: You're crazy!

Tack Striker: It was a bad idea letting him come here.

Trevor Blade: Were you going to stop him?

The woman pushed Jennings out of the crowd, where he was caught by Blade and Striker, who held him upright.

Noah Jennings: I want to do a line off her tits.

Trevor Blade: I'm sure you do. The ass is nice too, but why don't we have a seat over here and pace ourselves huh?

Noah Jennings: I could use another drink.

Tack Striker: Oh I somehow doubt that. By the way, you were wasting your time. Those were fake.

Trevor Blade: Get out of here. Really?

Tack Striker: I have an eye for that sort of thing.

Trevor Blade: You don't look proud about that.

Tack Striker: Gift and a curse.

Trevor Blade: You checking out a lot of women in here?

Tack Striker: What? No! Just doing my job. Keeping an eye on everyone.

Trevor Blade: Uh-huh. Tracy would want you to be happy.

Tack Striker: Not the time or place to discuss that. Look at this guy, passing out at the bar. He's covered in cocaine, and he doesn't even care.

Trevor Blade: He'll be covered in blood shortly.

Tack Striker: Huh?

Two burly men approached the Bad Dudes, trying to get to Jennings.

Trevor Blade: Whoa. Back off fellas. What's the problem?

Burly Guy #1: That fucker groped all over my girl!

Burly Guy #2: And he's scaring off all the other women! We're going to teach him some manners.

Noah Jennings: Haha! Fat chance about that you bitches. These guys are my security.

Tack Striker: You mean we have to fight these guys?

Trevor Blade: Looks that way.

Tack Striker: But they're right though.

Trevor Blade: *shrugs* Guys, you're right, the women are gone, and we sure are sorry about that. Guess all you can do now is go fuck yourselves.

Burly Guy #1: The hell did you just say?

Tack Striker: As much as it pains me to say it. If you want him, you'll have to go through us.

Burly Guy #2: Gladly.

Trevor Blade: Time to earn the paycheck Striker!

One of the burly guys threw a punch at Striker. He caught his arm and threw him judo style to the ground. Blade took a punch, but head butt his opponent, threw a punch of his own, and slammed his head into the bar. Blade grabbed a drink off the bar and poured it on the men.

Trevor Blade: That drink's on you. Don't get up.

?: Hey, what the fuck?

Three more men in neon yuppie garb approached the bar.

Yuppie: Hey, that's the guy that hit on my girl too!

Trevor Blade: Whoa whoa whoa. Keep your collars popped and your raybans on. You don't want any of this.

Noah Jennings: Yeah I hit on her, and I'll do it again when they're done with you. You fuck with Noah Jennings, then you're fucking with the best!

Tack Striker: *sigh* It's going to be a long night.

Trevor Blade: Second bar fight in LA so far. Maybe it's not so bad here after all.

Tack Striker: Are you kidding?

The Bad Dudes ran forward and got into with yuppies, as the burly guys got up ready to continue the fight as well.

Later that night, the Bad Dudes sat outside the door to Noah Jennings' bed room. Blade handed Striker some ice, as they both had a strong drink to take the edge off the long day.

Tack Striker: I try not to drink too much.

Trevor Blade: We could both use it right now.

Tack Striker: Yeah, maybe you're right. I mean, he's in there with hookers and illegal drugs right now. Can't you arrest him or something?

Trevor Blade: I'm still a New York cop. Besides, I don't think our "overseers" would appreciate us putting him behind bars.

Tack Striker: Still a New York cop eh? Meaning, you don't intend to be for much longer? You really going to transfer out here?

Trevor Blade: This is where Talia is. She's working hard, so I will too.

Tack Striker: Wow, that's a big commitment.

Trevor Blade: Yeah well, she's worth it.

Tack Striker: *sigh* Why would the government want to protect this guy?

Trevor Blade: Obvious answer.

Blade and Striker: The money.

In a building overlooking Jennings building, a large figure held up his large cell phone.

? Yeah, they are back. Perfect timing actually. We're all set up. Shall we proceed? Yes sir, I'll get right on it.

The man hung up the call and then dialed 911.

911 Operator: 911, what is the emergency?

?: I'd like to report a possible murder.

Later still, the Bad Dudes continued to sit outside the door.

Trevor Blade: It's been hours. You want to go check on him?

Tack Striker: I really don't.

Trevor Blade: He went in there with two ladies. Maybe you could-

Tack Striker: Absolutely not.

Trevor Blade: We have to check on him. He was a live wire on all that shit, and he's only gotten more into his system since then. Who knows what's going on in there.

Tack Striker: I really don't want to know, but you're right. *sigh* Let's go.

Blade tried to open the door, to no avail.

Trevor Blade: He locked it? Hey asshole, we need in here! You alive? Hey!

Tack Striker: He's not listening.

Trevor Blade: Of course not. I don't hear anything going on in there. Stand back. I'm going to kick it open.

Tack Striker: Big door. Let's both kick.

Trevor Blade: Right. 3-2-1!

The Bad Dudes kicked open the door to see a gruesome and bloody scene. The two hookers were dead and bleeding on the ground, as Noah Jennings sat up in the bed, decapitated with his head in his hands.

Trevor Blade: What the fuck?

Tack Striker: I'm to be sick!

Trevor Blade: What happened here?

Tack Striker: Who did this? How did they get in? This is bad. This is really ba-

Suddenly, the police burst into the room behind them, with guns drawn.

Policeman: Freeze! Put your hands up now!

Trevor Blade: It just got a lot worse.

LA MAX Cafeteria

Several thugs, nazis, murderers, and tax cheats stood in line in the cafeteria, waiting for their chance to get slop poured onto their trays. The Dudes in their prison orange jumpsuits, had their ankle cuffs unlocked so they could join the line. Blade looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, but Striker seemed even more down.

Trevor Blade: You know you're not taking this too well.

Tack Striker: You think? I've been in prison before. That one was actually a lot nicer then this one. I'm not particularly glad to be back in a small little cell.

Trevor Blade: Yeah, and it's going to be really awkward when one of us has to use the toilet during lock down. Look on the bright side though, we'll be out of here before you know it.

Tack Striker: Oh yeah? You think a life sentence just blows right by eh? Are you expecting that we get killed sometime soon?

Trevor Blade: No, we're breaking out obviously.

Tack Striker: Are you crazy?

Trevor Blade: Probably, but I fail to see how that relates. You want to die in here?

Tack Striker: It's a maximum security prison!

Trevor Blade: Yeah well we're both innocent, and the people who framed us are out there right now celebrating. They are out there ready to commit more crimes. They are out there with Talia, while I am stuck in here. You think I'm just going to let them win? Like hell!

Prison Guard: Problem Blade?

Trevor Blade: No sir. Well, not yet.

Tack Striker: Now what is that supposed to mean?

Trevor Blade: I've been thinking.

Tack Striker: Uh oh.

Trevor Blade: What is the best way to survive in a prison full of people wanting to kill you?

Tack Striker: I don't know. I kept to myself last time I was locked away. Though I had this cred coming in of being a dangerous person.

Trevor Blade: Exactly. The first day in the joint, what should you do?

Tack Striker: I am not following right now.

Trevor Blade: You pick a fight.

Blade walked up to a large, bald convict, with his sleeves torn off, and arms covered in tattoos.

Large Convict: The fuck do you want pig?

Trevor Blade: To kick your ass!

Blade grabbed his tray and smashed it across the man's face, knocking out several teeth.

Large Convict: Oof!

Prison Guard: Hey! Stop that! Lock it down! Put your hands up Blade!

Trevor Blade: What? He was trying to steal my jello!

Tack Striker: Blade, you might not have to worry about the cons killing you after all. I'm going to do it myself!

Striker tried to kick at Blade, as the two were carried away. Jamie Stringray sat at a nearby table, drinking his dinner through a straw.

Jamie Stringray: Go ahead and have your fun Blade. Tonight, you're a dead man.

Hotel Conference Room

NY Mayor Ryan Haggar set up an office in conference room of a hotel, where his staff were on the phones, and looking over the reports on the case.

Ryan Haggar: Alright people listen up, cause this one is off the books. I'm launching an investigation behind the death of Noah Jennings myself. I don't have jurisdiction in this city, so we're keeping close to the vest. Do you hear me?

Secretary: Didn't they just convict those two mad men for those grizzly crimes?

Talia Rothrock: You watch your mouth bitch! They didn't do it alright?

Police Chief Tharp: You think so? Do you know Blade?

Talia Rothrock: I do and he would never do something like this.

Police Chief Tharp: If you say so Miss, but he worked for me. I got transferred after an accident took out the last Chief of the precinct. An accident started by one Trevor Blade.

Talia Rothrock: I'm not here to argue with you about the merits of Trevor Blade. All I know is that he's not a murderer, and neither is Tack Striker.

Ryan Haggar: Talia is personally going to lead this investigation.

Police Chief Tharp: A civilian? What the fuck? Mr. Mayor, why-

Ryan Haggar: This isn't because I'm the Mayor. I'm not the Mayor of this shit hole! I'm the Mayor of New York, just like you are a Police Chief in New York. Our titles don't mean dick in this city. She has just as much authority as you do, as far as I'm concerned. You will assist her with anything she needs.

Police Chief Tharp: Yes sir.

Ryan Haggar: We need to get to the bottom of this, cause it could be a situation like last time.

Secretary: Last time sir?

Ryan Haggar: Classified little lady, now go get me drink sweet cheeks.

Secretary: *sigh* Right away sir.

Talia Rothrock: *cough cough*

Ryan Haggar: What? Oh. Sorry.

Talia Rothrock: I have been attending law school, and from what I have learned, the evidence is very weak. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but nothing else matches up. They found no finger prints on the scene, the surveillance tapes were removed. They claimed that Blade and Striker were not supposed to be there, but they were personally commissioned to take the job.

Police Chief Tharp: Yeah, I spoke to the guy looking for Blade personally. I even testified in court on his behalf, but the fact is there was no paper work, and no sign that they were replacing Jennings' bodyguards that night.

Talia Rothrock: Which goes to prove it was a set up if you ask me. It begs the question, of why a judge would allow a guilty verdict with so much reasonable doubt. A copious amount. What I want to know though, is why did they have to be sent to here in LA to be framed? New York is just as corrupt, no offense Mr. Mayor. It must have been a reason Noah Jennings was used in the set up. Two birds with one stone perhaps.

Secretary: Noah Jennings was originally from New York, but a big deal saw him scoop up a lot of real estate and control of a bank out west, so he moved.

Talia Rothrock: Those transactions, any record of them?

Secretary: Of course! They would be at the department of records downtown.

Talia Rothrock: Then that's where I need to go.

Ryan Haggar: You just tell me whose skull I need to crush and I'll do it!

Talia Rothrock: I don't know just yet, but maybe this could shine some light on the subject. I'll go by myself.

Police Chief Tharp: Oh no you don't! I'm not going to let a civilian with a little "law school training" go it alone on this one. If any of what you are speculating is true, then there may be trouble.

Talia Rothrock: What? You don't think a "girl" can handle herself when shit goes down? Heh, you should see what I do in my spare time then.

Ryan Haggar: Be careful Miss Rothrock. Tharp, stay the fuck out of her way. Tharp!

Talia took off running through a park, towards the downtown department of records.

Police Chief Tharp: Hold it right there!

Talia Rothrock: What's wrong Chief? Can't keep up?

Police Chief Tharp: *huff puff* No, I can not. Why didn't we take a car? Do you realize how big this city is?

Talia Rothrock: Come on Chief, you know how bad traffic is this time of day. Besides, New York can be just as brutal to get through. A little cardio comes a long way.

Police Chief Tharp: You're some kind of know it all huh? Well, let me just tell you this, I'm not buying it. The Mayor treats you like a daughter or something, and I don't know what your deal is with Blade. Whether he got into your pants or something I don't know, but you got them wrapped around your finger.

Talia Rothrock: Watch it Tharp, just stop right there.

Police Chief Tharp: Don't threaten me toots! My badge still carries clout, and I will give you problems if you don't show respect.

Talia Rothrock: Shut up. I said stop right there. Listen.

Police Chief Tharp: What am I supposed to be hearing?

Talia Rothrock: The trees.

Police Chief Tharp: What about them?

Talia Rothrock: The rustling. We're not alone.

Police Chief Tharp: Trees make noise.

Talia Rothrock: With no wind? We're not alone.

Police Chief Tharp: Of course we're not! We're in a park, you dumb bi-

A ninja suddenly dropped from the tree behind Tharp, and took his head off with a quick swing of his katana.

Talia Rothrock: Shit! Can't say he didn't have it coming, though it was a bad time to lose his head.

The large black, bald man that followed Mr. H approached with other ninjas.

?: That's a little harsh Miss Rothrock. After all, you had to have known we would trail you. You just got him killed.

Talia Rothrock: No, I tried going alone, and of course I knew you would find me. It's the old walk around town till Ninjas attack approach. You guys never fail, except in the stealth department. You know the whole color coded thing makes you stand out like a sore thumb right?

?: Why hide? You're no threat.

Talia Rothrock: You don't know me as well as you think you do stranger. Now who the hell are you?

?: You can just call me "Mr. M". We're here to deliver a message. My employer would appreciate it if you would just stop whatever it is you're planning on doing and just go home. Go back to school. You can't stop this. Just let it go.

Talia Rothrock: Yeah right. You think Blade would just let it go if it were me being framed? Not a chance.

Mr. M: Whatever you say Miss Rothrock. My employer was going to let you go, truly he was. Too many bodies, and things look too suspicious to bury. However, it looks like you'll have to die right here and right now.

Talia Rothrock: Are you from around here? I'm a recent transplant myself, but I know something that gives me an advantage.

Mr. M: Now just what could that advantage be Miss Rothrock?

Talia Rothrock: Traffic. It's a real bitch! Hyah!

Talia kicked one of the Ninjas with a high kick, and sent another into Mr. M, before running into the busy street. She darted in between the vehicles. Mr. M sent the Ninjas to pursue. One of the Ninjas ran by a taxi that Talia was hiding behind, and tripped him up, knocking him out on the hood of a nice sports car. As the drive complained, Talia waved and ran off. The driver had to duck as a cadre of Ninjas ran up and into the sports car to continue the chase. A Ninja caught up with Talia and slammed her face into a car repeatedly. The driver got out and ran away in a panic, as Talia managed to turn the tables on the Ninja, and tossed him into the windshield. Talia hopped into the driver's seat, and look back to Mr. M.

Talia Rothrock: Talk about road rage!

Talia sped off, darting in between lanes to get away.

Mr. M: *sigh* That's fine. I think that killed just enough time. Anyways, I have another appointment to attend to and I don't want to be late. I'll see you again Miss Rothrock. Looking forward to it.

Back at the prison. A guard opened the door to solitary confinement.

Prison Guard: Alright Blade, come on out!

Trevor Blade: I thought you said I was going to be in solitary for 3 weeks? I was just starting to like the maddening silence in that fucking hole! It's like a spa.

Prison Guard: The warden wants to see you now!

Trevor Blade: Well this should be fun! Give me back my clothes, and stop staring at my dick. Don't be jealous. It's pathetic.

LA Department of Records

Talia Rothrock: Didn't figure I was going to be able to get this hunk of junk the whole way here on that flat tire. Must be my lucky day.

Talia ran up the steps to the building, but was suddenly blown back into the windshield of her borrowed car, as the building erupting into explosive flames.

Talia Rothrock: *cough cough* Then again, maybe not.

In the prison, Striker was pacing back and forth in his cell.

Tack Striker: Tracy, how did it end up like this? I should have never taken that job, but when I heard Blade was taking it, I thought maybe he could help me find your killer, when all was said and done. I don't know what to do now, but I know that the anguish and the pain has to stop, and the only way is to avenge you. That's why, I'm going to get out of here, and I'm going to find them and bring them to justice.

Prison Guard: Striker, the warden would like to have a word with you now!

Tack Striker: Wonderful.

The Dudes were taken lower and lower into the depths of the Prison. They found themselves in a grimy room filled with steam pipes.

Trevor Blade: Striker?

Tack Striker: Blade, what's going on here? I thought we were going to see the Warden.

Trevor Blade: Same. It sure don't look like it anymo-

Mr. M: Mr. Blade. Mr. Striker. Welcome.

Mr. M stepped forward, as Ninjas seemingly crawled out of the shadows to surround them.

Tack Striker: Ninjas.

Trevor Blade: I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that's not the warden.

Mr. M: No, I may not be the warden, but my friends and I are going to pass judgement on you anyways. I find you guilty, and I sentence you to death.

Trevor Blade: Heh, get in line.

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