Chapter 11

Jake Riesstiu was in the Locker room of the School, pacing around, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. He removed his necktie, flipped out his cell phone and called up a group of football players out in the town.

"Hello … It's Jake, listen, the Nerds are around the residential area ... of course this could prove disastrous! You are to track them down and kick their asses immediately … Okay, one other thing, my sources believe that Ben Tusi has aided them. They must not be allowed to report this to the cops and gather support for the Nerds ... alright, bye."

He put away his cell phone, and began pacing about the locker room. He moved over to the shower stall, where Jessica was tied up, helpless and trapped, yearning for help, and with fear radiating from her blue eyes, and a silent tear trickle down her perfect face.

Ben Tusi parked his Diablo along the street of a baseball park, and 5 football players began to converge on the Super car.

Ben frantically pulled open his glove compartment, and stumbled around for a spray canister of Mace frantically. He looked over at vertically opening door hydraulically open, and the menacing figure football player stood there, with his tie worn loosely, and the top button of his shirt undone. His figure was reveled as the door opened. He began to pat the club in his hand, as he mischievously smiled.

He reached over at Ben, grabbed him by the scruff of the collar, and pulled him out of the car. Ben sprayed some Mace at the football player, but it only got him on his shirt.

Ben was thrown to the gravel parking lot by the unstoppable and superior strength of the football player.

Ben reached for the 50 Cal Desert Eagle, his holster and pulled it out, as he began to stand back up. His Desert Eagle had an extended clip, and highly explosive 50 Cal rounds, contained within the Magazine.

He was kicked in the side, and the gun was kicked out of his hand, and laid on the ground, waiting for anyone to take charge of its godlessly harmful power.

A football player picked him up and threw him onto the gravel, causing a few minor cuts to his face. He looked over at his pistol, lying in the gravel. He watched helplessly, as a football player picked it up, and claimed it as his own. Ben was than subjected to beatings from painful metal objects that had a design to hurt.

Dan looked out of the window of the RV, and looked around the park. He saw a few people who looked like they were gang-beating someone on the ground.

"I think we may have found Ben Tusi," Dan said.

Bobby drove over to the Parking lot Ben was being mercilessly beaten on. Bobby parked the RV on the other side of the road, and all the guys ran out of the RV, with their automatic Airsoft weaponry in hand. They pointed their rifles and sub machine guns at the football players, and told them to freeze. The football players stopped, and put their hands up. This plan would have worked, if it were not for one minor, trivial flaw: one of them had a gun, too.

The armed football player raised his pistol, and took a warning shot at Dan's Posse, which ended up hitting a car, causing the car explode, and flip over, and become consumed by a roaring inferno. Little fiery bits of rubble were tossed around the area of the car, and glass shattered, causing a waking noise.

Dan's posse, completely caught off guard by the sheer power of the pistol, scrambled to take cover, as they returned to their senses. Even the guy who fired the shot was dazed at the explosion, but soon he realized the power he truly held in the palm of his hand. He had been granted the power of Gods by claiming the pistol, and maliciously smiled as he knew that the odds were in his favor, with his new, powerful toy.

Dan's posse pelted the other football players with BB rounds, in their groin areas, incapacitating them instantly, with their hands over their groins, covering their painfully aching balls.

However, the Football player with Ben Tusi's pistol took cover behind the Lamborghini, as the other football players crawled away, after their painful ordeal. A firefight ensued, and the football player took another shot, this time it hit the road, causing an explosion, and a little fire where the crater was in the middle of the road.

Dan took cover behind another parked car, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He knew what the gun could do to cars, and wondered if he was safe crouching behind one. The firefight went on, as the Football player fired explosive rounds at nearby lawns, and at the street.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Shrank was balancing busy playing the accordion while riding a unicycle, much to the praise of Mr and Mrs Flirtly.

"All units," Shrank's radio said, throwing him off balance, and making him topple on the floor, "We've got a 904C in progress at Tenhauser Street."

"Lieutenant," Mrs. Flirtly asked, "What's a 904C?"

"That's a car fire," he said, painfully, as he stiffly got up from falling on the floor, "I think Riesstiu might have done it. That means he might still be in town."

"All units," his radio said, "There's and 11-6 in progress on Tenhauser street."

Lieutenant Shrank stiffly limped towards the door.

"Don't leave the house," he said, in a constricted voice, "I'm going to respond. This is a dangerous situation, but don't worry: we'll do everything to get Jessica back safely."

The firefight ensued, with many parts of the street burning from explosive rounds, but no deaths. The football player fired another round, which blew apart a manhole.

"Now that's one spicy potato," Rodney Daingerfield, who just happened be standing in the middle of the road, commented.

"You aim like a woman," Derek said, noticing his hideous aim.

Dan got up from behind the car, and pointed at the Football player. The Football player was pointing right at Dan, and knew that if he pulled the trigger, Dan would die.

Dan's vision suddenly became telescopic, as he saw the Football player begin to squeeze the trigger, allowing a bullet to come out, and time suddenly slowed down for him. Dan watched in horror as he squeezed the trigger, and knew that his life might very well be over.

Click.

Nothing: no round was fired. The football player, knowing that his source of power had just been depleted, suddenly sunk into the realization that he had no more power over the twelve heavily armed people.

Ben Tusi ceased this opportunity, and booted the football player square in the junk, completely incapacitating him, making him fall over, with his hands cover his groin.

Ben brushed himself off, and faced Dan's Posse, which lowered their weapons, and came out from behind their cover, avoiding burning wreckage.

"For the first time in my history," Ben Tusi said, humbly, "I owe another. It has been forbidden to possess this information for some time, but after your intervention on our behalf, we feel compelled to share it with you."

Ben walked over to his car, and pressed a button on a holographic laser projector, that he just happened to have in his car. The laser hologram showed a depiction of a boy, aged about 11.

Dan's posse looked, wonder what this was about.

"Behold," Ben said, "In the first time, natural developments occurred, causing attraction to the opposite sex, or the same sex. It all depends which way you swing. These changes are shown here."

Suddenly, the laser projector showed a holographic depiction of the anatomy of the man reproductive system. Disgusted grunts came from the group, as Ben began a little class on Sexual Education.

Dan's Posse looked at each other, with disgust pulling at the expression on their faces, but none of them had the rudeness to tell Ben to stop.

Suddenly, sirens could be heard, growing louder, much to their relief, somewhat.

Ben shut off the projection, and turned to the guys.

"The police are approaching," Ben said, "go, find your woman, establish your claim*, I will bring your cause to the judicial system."

[* M4d props to Thorn for the quote.]

Dan nodded in acknowledgement, and made a beeline to the RV, which began to make a quick getaway, as they saw siren lights flashing about in the distance, but were coming closer.

The RV sped off, and Ben Tusi stood there, and looked at the incapacitated football players, holding their groins. They began to get up, and menacingly approach Ben.

Three fire engines parked and two Ambulances parked around the area, and Ford Crown Victorias and a Patty wagon with Cooksdale Police decals and siren lights flashing parked around the area, from their speeding to respond to the emergency. Police quickly got out of their cars, clad in Kevlar vests over their uniforms and pointed their pistols at the Football players and Ben Tusi.

"Freeze! Get your hands up, now!"

All of them responded by raising both their arms, while the Police approached them. Sheriff Swine pulled up in his Police Corvette.

Firefighters quickly began to put out the fires, while the Police were quickly conducting the bust, under the watch of the County Sheriff. Swine took out a megaphone, and began instructing the Football players.

"Get on you knees, and put your hands behind your head," Swine ordered, with his voice augmented by the Megaphone. Ben and the football players obediently did so.

"Cross your feet," The Sheriff ordered. They obeyed the Sheriff's orders.

Some of the police officers holstered their weapons, and approached them, while others kept aim. The officers there quickly put three football players on the ground, and placed handcuffs on a few of them, while the rest were still on their knees with their hands behind their head. Those who had handcuffs placed on them had Police Officers walk them over to the patty wagon and placed in the prisoner holding area.

Lieutenant Shrank, in his State Patrol Car, parked near the area, and surveyed the bust. He got out of his car, and watched as Sheriff Swine placed Ben Tusi under arrest.

He watched closely, and said to himself, "Ben?"

"Hey," Lieutenant Shrank said, as the handcuffs were going around Ben, "Don't arrest him!"

"Okay," one of the officers responded, as he took the cuffs of him. Him, being a football player.

"No, damn it," Shrank said, "not the football player, the guy who's not wearing the team jacket."

The officer who just freed the football player instantly realized his mistake, and threw the football player to the ground, doing up the handcuffs, again.

He walked over to where the people were being arrested.

"Stop," Lieutenant Shrank said to Swine, "Sheriff, let him go."

Sheriff Swine looked up at Lieutenant Shrank, and asked, "What? We found him here! He's a suspect in this case"

"Sheriff," Shrank said, "let him go. That's an order."

"No, Damn it," The angry Sheriff responded, "This is a crime scene, and, as far as I know, he's just as guilty as everyone else."

They began to fight like two boardies in an HW vs. HW:C thread, about whether or not Ben should be put in handcuffs.