#Justice by Leon Mike

Author:Leon, Mike
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-02-04T23:00:00+00:00

EXT. SIKORSKY CHOPPER - NIGHT

Mary Sue slouches timidly next to Bruce as he smokes his skinny little cigar. A Graveyard operator tried to tell him not to smoke in the helicopter, but Bruce told him to suck a donkey cock and lit it up anyway.

Sid is currently engaged in a staredown with Fleabag. The werewolf apparently acquired some fresh clothes since they last met, but he still has a few visible scrapes and bruises, and a single full-sized canine fang juts crookedly from his mouth even though he is in his human form.

“So is that like a werewolf fashion statement, or just a snaggletooth?” Sid says.

Fleabag refuses to break eye contact. He silently reaches up to his mouth, clutches the fang between two fingers and rips it out with its roots. He never blinks. The tooth drips blood for a second before he throws it from the open helicopter door.

“This is beyond toxic,” Jamie says. “This is nuclear masculinity. This is A-bomb level.”

“Whatever,” Sid grunts, continuing to glare into the werewolf’s eyes.

“Jiminy jillickers!” Bruce says, his cigar nearly falling from his mouth. “That’s a god-damned battleship!”

Sid still won’t look away from Fleabag, but he takes Bruce at his word. A minute later the chopper has set down on something and the rest of the passengers are hopping out of the cabin as the rotors spin down.

“The director’s waiting for you right there,” Fleabag says.

“I bet she is,” Sid snarls back. They are already the only ones left in the back of the Sea Hawk. “After you.”

“After you.”

Neither of them budges.

“These seats are real comfy,” Sid says.

“Sure are.”

“So do you have a regular dick? Or one of those red rocket things?”

“Why don’t you suck it and find out?”

“Man, you’re crazy, Fleabag,” says a nervous sounding Graveyard operator from the chopper skid.

“Crazy like a fox,” Fleabag replies, intensifying his glare at Sid.

“You say that too?” Sid says, unfettered. “How does that make sense? How is a fox crazy?”

“It’s just an expression. People use expressions.”

Helen Anderson stomps aboard the chopper, blocking the sight line between them with her body. “This is ridiculous,” she shouts. “You’re both acting like macho assholes. This isn’t Top Gun. Get off the chopper.”

Fleabag growls, hops from his seat, and jumps down from the chopper. Sid shifts his eyes after the werewolf, looking out onto the aft deck of an Arleigh Burke class destroyer where the others are already waiting surrounded by uniformed navy men and Graveyard operators.

“I always thought Top Gun was really gay,” Bruce says, standing just outside the chopper.

“What?!” Helen snaps back at him. “That’s crazy.”

“Nah, it’s pretty gay. I mean you got Tom Cruise, gay, playing beach volleyball with oiled up dudes, gay, singing showtunes in a bar, gay, going on and on about how he loves some other dude, gay. . .”

“Goose? Goose died!”

“Plus there’s this weird beta thing how Tom Cruise is all in love with an older woman who’s just slightly dykey.”

“Kelly McGillis is not dykey!”

“Kelly McGillis is a full-on lesbian!” Bruce yaps.

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