Chapter 10

A group of about twelve football players decided to "crash" at one of the their houses.

"Hey," one of the football players said, "Guess what I got on my English exam?"

"What'cha get?"

"100%."

"Dude, how the hell did you pull that off?"

"I was at practice during the test, so the teacher gave me an A."

"Yeah. Us football players must be geniuses, or something."

"Amen to that, I got an A on an English exam and I can't even spell my own name!"

"Yeah. I think just some of us are born smart, or something. Man, football makes you smart!"

"You said it. I considered becoming a tutor, because I'm a genius and all. But my councillor gave me a funny look when I was telling him that I should be a tutor."

"Why?"

"I think it's because I told him that 'I'm a genius with a capital X!'"

"I don't think genius starts with 'X.'"

"Yeah it does. My dad told me that everything is spelled 'X'"

"I have a feeling that isn't true, or something."

"Yeah it is. All the movies I watch have 'XXX' on them. Plus, that's how he signs all of his contracts."

"Yeah, same here!"

"Dude, you ARE smart!"

"Yeah! And all the preps and nerds call us stupid. Yeah, if they think an A is for stupid, than they are stupid with a capital X!"

With that tragically stupid remark, all of the football players cheered in a primal manner, and did all sorts of stupid and complicated handshakes, that even they fail miserably to do.

Meanwhile, Dan's posse was riding into town, now equipped with a new RV. The people who were originally subverted by "Bay-watch" named (in alphabetical order) Bob, Bobby, Rob, Robby, Robert, and Roberto have befriended Dan. On the trip back into town, Dan learned that the "Roberts" were all air-soft enthusiasts turned hunting enthusiasts. With their interests transited, they did not wish in investing in new weapons, so they took their air-soft weapons with them in the transition. Mind you, it took a lot of rounds to kill a deer. Economically, it was wise to use the weapons that were already at their disposal. Practically, it seems silly to stalk deer with an MP-5 in your hand, emptying a clip at the deer before the thing finally dies.

Dan and his posse were riding in the RV, except for Edward and Sean, who were driving Dan's car and Edward's car behind the RV.

Inside the RV, Dan's Posse was happily munching on a bag of Doritos.

David was staring at the clip that was used to keep the seal on chip bags when the bag had been opened.

Dan looked at David, than at the bag clip.

"Why are you staring at the bag clip?" Dan asked. The others paid attention to the conversation as soon as they heard Dan's question.

"It's not a bag clip!" David said in a matter-of-fact tone, while still staring at the clip.

Dan waited for a few seconds for David to continue.

"If it's not a bag clip, than what the hell is it?" Dan asked.

"It's a wang clip." David said, as if it were a fact.

All of the guys exchanged looks, and than stared at David in an odd fashion.

"What?" David burst in response to the staring, "Don't you guys read the Penny Arcade?"

Suddenly, everyone in the RV snickered at David's response.

David looked around, with a defensive look growing on his face.

"Dude," Dan said, between snickering, "Penny Arcade sucks!"

"No" David said in defence of his beloved Internet comic strip, "YOU suck."

Suddenly, the driver, Bobby, hit the breaks on the RV.

Dan walked up to the Driver's seat of the RV.

"Why'd you stop, Bobby?" Dan asked.

"You said your enemy were members of a football team?" Bobby asked.

Dan nodded in response.

"I see a guy in a tie and what seems to be a team jacket down the road", Bobby stated.

Dan took out a pair of binoculars, and looked at the guy up ahead.

He was wearing the clothes as Bobby described, but they were not ragged at all, unlike their first encounter with the football team.

Dan looked at the road ahead of him. It seemed to Dan that makeshift spikes were laid on the road. They were cheaply designed, but Dan knew that they could cause damage to the RV and the cars.

Dan grabbed an air-soft Glock 17, and got out of the parked RV. Dan walked towards the makeshift spikes, with the headlights of the RV making Dan a dark shadow in the view of the football player.

The football player squinted his eyes, and looked to see who was there.

Dan suddenly charged after the football player, and the football player charged at him.

The football player tackled Dan, and Dan fell to the ground. Luckily, Dan still had the air-soft gun in his hand.

"Don't move!" Dan yelled at the football player, while laying on the ground and pointing his air-soft gun at the football players head.

The football player realised what Dan was holding, and held up his hands.

Dan got up, still aiming the gun at the football player.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dan asked the football player.

The football player, scared, and with his hands in the air, said, "I-I was paid to do this!"

"Who paid you?" Dan asked.

The football player whimpered instead of replying.

"Who paid you?!" Dan asked, in a louder tone.

"Jake!" the football player said, "Jake Riesstiu! He paid me! Please don't kill me!"

"Clean up the crap you put on the road." Dan said, with the gun still trained at the football player's head.

The football player obediently did so, pushing all of the spikes to the sidewalk. Once the football player was finished, Dan said, "You comin' with me."

Dan grabbed the football player by the back, and pushed him towards the RV.

Dan's friends, armed with a variety of air-soft weapons, piled out of the RV, looking as if they were commandos piling out of a vehicle, and doing a raid.

Dan's friends did their best imitation of elite forces, and trained their sights on the football player.

The football player became frightened, and turned around to Dan.

"I got really scared," the football player said in a panicked tone, "So I did a pee-pee."

Dan's face cringed with disgust, and ordered his posse to take the whippy football player into the RV.

The football player was forced to sit in a chair, and Dan's posse surrounded him, all bearing air-soft weapons.

"Who told you to do this?" Dan asked in a fierce manner.

"He paid me extra to not tell anyone."

"You better tell that to your nuts!" Brandon said, emphasising the fact that he is holding an air-soft M-4 carbine.

The football player whimpered, and said "Oops."

"Oops?" Bob repeated.

"I did another pee-pee," the football player regrettably announced.

The disgusted posse watched the warm urine seep into the RV.

Robert punched the football player, in anger.

"You bitch!" Robert yelled, "do you know how expensive this damn RV is? Now, unless you want to clean up your mess with your tongue, you better start doing the opposite of what you were paid to do."

"Okay!" the football player said; scared into being willing to following their demands, "Jake Riesstiu paid me. We were supposed to block the roads outside of the … know-age of the cops. We're supposed to stay here until Jake Riesstiu calls us back to the … the…"

"The WHAT?!" Dan yelled in the football player's face.

The football player reacted with more whimpering, and pissed himself again.

"Do that again," Robert said, pressing his air-soft M-249 to the football player's skull, "And you can say goodbye to your future children." Robert sealed his point by aiming at his groin.

"Okay!" the football player yelled in ultimate defeat, "take my cell-phone! I give up, and you win. I was going to quit that stupid football team anyway. There's more down that street. If you go straight ahead, you'll see three more, the last one guarded by a few football players. Than, the house with a lot of cars parked on the lawn is our headquarters for now … or something."

The guys acknowledged the information, and forcefully threw the football player out of the car before he could piss himself again.

The guys cleared the makeshift field of mines, and came to the second field. They beat the living crap out of the football player, and cleared the spikes.

Lather, rinse, repeat. The third football player was beaten senseless. Bobby drove along the street, and encountered a house with many cars parked on the lawn, and parked on the other side of the street.

Dan and his posse began to "gear up" in a hardcore army movie style. They put on camouflage fatigues, and put on black balaclavas. The Roberts opened up a huge weapons rack, and began to distribute the weapons in a very hardcore fashion. The guys were armed with Airsoft MP-5s and Airsoft M-16s.

They mentally prepared themselves for the task at hand, and prepared to raid the house.

The doors to the RV opened up, and they all ran out, and towards the house in a hardcore SWAT team style.

They kicked down the door, and began to clear the house.

Dan, with his trusty Airsoft M-16 in hand, and looked in, room by room, and searched for the football players, looking through cupboards and under desks, in the very plush and tidy house, filled ritzy-tizzy paintings.

He suddenly heard womanly screams for the living room, and charged towards the source of the screaming, dodging the gratuitous, ritzy decorations, which were extremely old-fashioned.

He got there, and saw many of his posse, looking bad ass with their automatic Airsoft weapons, and in their woodland fatigues. He saw a bunch of old women sitting around, who looked like they were knitting before the intrusion, and looking around at his posse, shocked and with slack-jawed fear struck into their pacemaker assisted hearts.

"Where are the football players," Sean asked, being all badass.

"They're next door, young man," an old woman in a blue dress, nearly too shocked for words, said.

"Shit," Robert cursed, "we've got the wrong house. Sorry about that, ma'am."

Dan's entire posse walked out of the house, tossing apologies at the old women, who were completely confused at the sudden turn of events, doing nothing but looking at the soldier-esque teens walk out of the house.

Dan's posse grouped up around outside the house, and they mentally prepared each other for the next, real raid. They than raced towards the other house, with cars parked on the lawn, with their weapons pointing forwards, and broke it down, SWAT team style. They piled into the house, with weapons pointing down open doorways and down halls.

They ran into the living room, rushing in as a huge, heavily armed group, taking aim at the four football players sitting there, who had not had the opportunity to mentally process what was going on, with the sudden rush of heavily armed men, clad in fatigues.

Dan's posse wasted no time in taking out rolls of duct tape, pinning down the football players, and keeping them down with their shear numbers of people. Hands and feet were taped together, and mouths were covered up. The sheer efficiency of the rush left the football players stunned, and they finally realised what was going on, right after they were all duct taped to furniture, and their mouths were sealed shut.

Derek, got up, after the successful operation, and looked around. He glanced through a window, caught a glimpse of a football player running towards the front of the house.

"Quick," Derek said, "stop that football player, before he has a chance to alert the rest of the team about our position.

He charged through the messy house, and went out the front door. He saw the football player inside his car, and, by the time Derek got out, the engine was started. Derek pointed his crossbow at the opened window, and fired a dart at the guy's shoulder. He, almost instantly, fell into a deep slumber. Derek lowered his crossbow, and ran for the car. Derek opened the door, and went to work taping the player's arms and feet together, and taping his mouth closed. Derek taped

The rest of Dan's posse made a beeline for the RV, before the Police could arrive, in the case of the unfortunate group of Old women calling the Police.

Derek noticed the guys rushing, in a sloppy gaggle, towards the RV. Derek knew that was his cue to start running, too, if he wanted to keep the flow of movement smooth. Derek made it into the RV, before the door was closed. Derek looked to see the disgruntled looks on the faces that were no longer covered by black balaclavas. "Aw crap," Brandon said, "he made it back!"

Derek crossed his arms, and angrily pouted, as he sat down.

Suddenly, Dan's cell phone began to ring. Dan took it from his pouch, which was hung from his belt. Dan flipped it open, and greeted it.

"Dan," the familiar voice of Ben Tusi said, "meet me a the Tenhasuer Park. I've got a slight problem."

Ben Tusi closed and put away his cell phone, as he looked through the windshield of his Diablo at an ominous group of silhouettes of football players, smiling evilly, and sporting metal baseball bats and clubs.