The Short Memoir of Mr. Bojanga: A Prelude to The Times of Mr. Bojanga
“I am afraid of you sir,” Lutyins answered with fear forming in each word. The man faced Lutyins and stared him down with eyes as blue as ice. Those eyes froze Lutyins on the spot. Just as quick as he looked the man was walking down the hall to the exit.
1:30 P.M.- Urban Trails Bar, NY City, New York
“Well Darius, you called me to this little shit of a place for what?” asked Bojanga. Darius took a drag on the cigar. He blew out. Bojanga waited for his contact to talk.
“To discuss this deal about to go down,” Darius paused “these kids from China United Arms Dealers are tough cookies, especially The Spooks Tyndareus Hoods.” Bojanga cringed at the name Tyndareus Hoods, he use to run guns with Tyndareus and Moka, the leaders of the gang. The door opened and in popped Spider Lonta. Spider walked towards the pair.
“Eh, what is with these two?” he said in a hoarse voice. In Spider Lonta’s left hand was a beer and in his right was a knife. The three went to the dock bay door out of the bar.
2:45 P.M.- Dock, NY City, New York
“To easy brother,” said Blackie Tricks.
2:55 P.M.- UCH Armament Comp. Warehouse, NY City, New York
“Hello, this is Gold Maran, what do you need?” asked Maran.
“It’s me,” answered Darius “its time Maran shall I open the vault?”
“So be it open the damn vault but leave me out of this deal!!” answered Maran. The phone beeped and Darius knew the phone on the other end had been hung up. Darius went to the graffiti ridden door to the warehouse. He punched in the code and stepped back as the door popped open. The reek of age filled Bojanga and Darius’ noses. The two stepped into the dank blackness of the warehouse. Darius stumbled forward and found the light switch. He flipped on the light and the gleam of thousands’ of guns blinded them.
3:00 P.M.- Rectors Department Of Registered Weapons, NY City, New York
“This whole fucking city is corrupt, shit it’s falling apart and no one gives a damn,” said Dagger as the two sat looking out the windows.
“Hell Dagger I tell you the more we dig in the more we lose are minds here,” responded Herot. The two looked at the wind swept streets of New York.
“Herot, the whole gun sales crime rate is up! What are we gonna do about this?” Dagger asked in a scared voice. Herot just sighed.
3:25 P.M.- Lt. Fangtooths’ Motorboat. NY City Bay, New York
3:30 P.M.- Dock, NY City, New York
The boat bobbed with the wakes of the passing boats. Blackie was sitting hunched over the pieces of a .08 Auto-Rifle. Another wake hit the boat. Moka was looking off in the distance with his .45 Magnum G7 in his hand. They both knew that the police where watching. They also knew that their contact was on his way with company. A van drove down towards the dock and parked. A silver haired young man and a beast of a man stepped out. The giant walked towards the two.
“Eh you two done yet,” he said,
“Do we know you?” asked Moka training his G7 at the giant. The white haired man walked closer towards the two.
“Gold sent me, I’m Darius and this is Bojanga,” Darius said. The two crooks in the boat look ashamed to me thought Bojanga.
4:00 P.M.- Country Jail, New Jersey home of Tyndareus leader of Spook Tyndareus Hoods, The Country of New Jersey Heights, New Jersey
“Word’s spreading out that the UCH is stepping into our turf,” replied Hornback. The two sat silently for a second.
“Who’s backing them?” asked Tyndareus.
“Go pay him a visit bring Mopsy and Sudders with you,” answered Tyndareus answered him. Hornback got up and left the room. Tyndareus got up and went back to his cell to think of what his cousins said. Outside his cell, the jail was a bustle with news.
4:30 P.M.- Route 21 on the way to Marans’ House, in between Country of New Jersey and New York City
“Oh hello there,” Maran said. Sudders pulled out his .50 Cal-Auto Rifle and aimed it at Marans’ chest.
“Hello, Mr. Maran I’m Hornback Harris me and my cousin have words for you, I hear you and your lap dog Bojanga are stepping into our turf and Mr. Maran we don’t like it one bit,”
Hornback said in a low voice.
“Now me and my fellow Tyndareus Hoods here would like it if you rode with us and made a few calls,” Hornback finished. Mopsy and Sudders grabbed Maran and shoved him into the car.
5:00 P.M.- The Dock Beside The UCH Warehouse, New York
“Let’s get these guns to White Moka Chi and his brother Blackie Tricks,” Bojanga said. Bojanga started the boat. A NYPD drop boat stood anchored five feet away watching. Lt. Fangtooth and his men watched as the Jetboat flashed out of the docking area of the United Chair Holders Armament Company/Division of Assault Weapons warehouse. The boat was going to fast for anyone to catch. Lt. Fangtooth watched the Holo-T.V. computers image as he sat.
“Call the Rectory Department, Deputy Sandstone we have a problem,” said Lt. Fangtooth.
4:33 P.M.- Rectory Department/Organized Crime Division and Rectory Department of Registered Weapons, New York
“Lt. Fangtooth seemed most upset about this Jetstreamer outside the UCH Armament Company/Division of Assault Weapons and personally I can’t blame him the man known as Bojanga is in town, I think the Rectory Department of Intelligence and Spying should send a person undercover as a buyer,” said Deputy Sandavault.
“And I know who it should be,” said Chief Rector Sanford Smant.
“And who might that be?” asked Captain Herot Dastard.
“I suggest Van Gard,” answered Chief Rector Smant.
“You mean the FBI Agent from Quantico I thought he was in Russia watching the Russian Autonary Army and the KLA (Kolimba Liberation Army),” said Chief Rector Dagger Twotone.
“No, he landed in New York two days ago and he will be with us in a few hours we will have Lt. Fangtooth watch Bojanga and his Contact in the New York Arms Dealers,” answered Chief Rector Smant.
4:40 P.M.-Somewhere in the Ocean on A Jetstreamer, New York Harbor
“Yes I’m sure we’re almost there,” growled Bojanga as he pulled out his .45 Cal-Auto Pistol and aimed it at Darius. They had two miles left to go to meet the TRI-Force Triad.
“Good seeing you my dear boy,” said Van Gard. It had been awhile since the two had met. The two men hugged and walked towards the door.
“Hey, Van Gard how have you been?” asked Luytin as the two walked out the door.
“Just peachy, my dear fellow,” Van Gard said as they walked to the two NYPD police vehicles. The vehicles drove out of the airport and onto County Road 7. The barren hills and smoking ruins of the old towns of New York rolled by. Van Gard hadn’t been their when the Chinese Yang Tea Feh Terrorists had set up a nuclear bomb that took out half of the old towns and cities. He was away in the Banks of London and The Republic of Russia. It was only two years ago in 1958. The vehicles sped past the Mutant Quarters who lived in the radiated section of the old towns of New York. Once a year the Mutants caravanned into the upper half of New York to buy food for the year and to buy ammunition in case some rowdy militia of the Soldier of Humanity and God came to rid them from earth. The Mutants lived as outcasts in the huddled daub huts in the barren forests of lower New York. The air still reeked of chemicals and death. The car breached a hill and the color and lights of upper New York hit them.
“’Tis pretty my dear boy,” said Van Gard. The car went down the hill very fast. They stopped at a gray building with Rectory Department of New York emblazoned on it. They parked the vehicle in a spot marked NYPD Dept. of Correction Spot AA. The two men stepped out and where accompanied by two more police officers. Deputy Tomas Van Smithas led the way towards the entrance. A trained sniper was on the roof watching the roads for enemies. The four men walked into the door.
5:00 P.M.-The Ocean outside of New York, New York Harbor