Too Hot to Suck

A week after the events of "Can't Stop This Bullet, Baby"

 

"No."

"But sir! He's already taken on ONE job and he went into a state of PTSD !" Vinyl smacks her hands on Fancy Pants' desk. After her talk with Nolan she had been true to her word and gone to talk to his dad about it. Try as she might, the Saints leader refused to change his mind.

"Nolan is capable of doing HIS duties with the right incentive. I won't give him any of my 'normal' jobs to him. I'll only call him if it affects anything in HIS life. Like say, the safety of his friends." Fancy tosses a manilla folder in front of Vinyl.

She gives him a clinical stare before ripping the folder open and pulling out its contents. "'Iron' Will Johnston. Stalking Fluttershy Summers...wait. FLUTTERSHY? The ecokid that can barely speak two sentences without mumbling?"

"I believe so. One of the students at your school, right? She attended one of his...gatherings under the false belief that it would be a self-improvement lecture. Instead she was drugged and taken advantage of."

"They RAPED her?!"

"I wouldn't put it past them; however, all we could dig up were some compromising pictures. Here," Fancy slides a set of photos over the desk towards Vinyl. "I need you, Nolan and Tim to take him out."

Vinyl takes the photographs and grimaces as she flips through them. Fluttershy wearing a skimpy bunny suit with a needle going into her arm. Fluttershy naked with the word CUM BUCKET written on her stomach and arrows pointing to her crotch. "This is disgusting..." she sighs and places them inside the folder. "All right but, can we leave Nolan out of it? Please?"

"Leave me out of what?" Fancy and Vinyl turn to look at the door and see Nolan standing there, a hand on the doorknob. "I knocked but no one answered..."

Vinyl shuts her mouth and pretends to be VERY INTERESTED in the folder she's holding.

"Scratch here was telling me how she's going to take on a little job for me," Fancy says, twirling his mustache.

"What?" Nolan marches up to Vinyl and snatches the folder from her hand. His eyes skim the papers and the photos, his mouth forming a grim line. "Fluttershy Summers was subjected to this?" He glances at his father, who only inclines his head once and stands up.

"I'll leave the two of you to discuss things." Fancy Pants breezes past his son, giving his hair a small tussle. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs."

Once the door is shut, Nolan reads over the papers again. He leans on the desk and taps a finger on the files. "He's asking me to kill again isn't he?"

Vinyl silently nods, biting her lip. "I...I'm sorry, Nols. I tried and at the most...he said he's only going to give you jobs if it involves the school." She walks up to him and leans in close, "That doesn't mean YOU have to be the one to pull the trigger..." her nose is almost touching his. "I can do it. Or Tim. Whichever you..." Her hands brush up against his chest, gripping the edge of his vest. "Prefer." She pushes him back, allowing more space to come between them.

Nolan clears his throat and adjusts his collar. He struggles a bit to find his voice as he fixes himself to look more professional.

 "Well yes, about that. Since this is Fluttershy we're talking about..." He flips out his smartphone and presses a button to speed-dial Tim. "Hello, Tim? Can you stop by the music store and pick up some violin and piano strings?...uh huh? Size? I think  .160" will be sufficient. Right. See you in 15." He hits the end call button and slips the phone back into his slacks. "Vinnie."

"Y-yes!" she says, stumbling over her words in awe over the sudden change in Nolan. He flicks his wrist and she quickly catches the thrown projectile by reflex. It's Iron Will's mug shot.

 "Track him down. If he thinks he can get away with this, he's dead wrong." he walks over to the window and pulls aside the curtain, looking out at the night sky. "15 minutes. Go." She nods and leaves the room, heading back to her own room.

 

5 minutes later, Vinyl opens the door to her room and goes to her desk. She pulls out her laptop, boots it up and begins typing furiously. She hacks past the town's database to access citizen files with little difficulty. "You'd think they'd have these protected better. Hmph." Screen after screen pop up until it finally hones in on an apartment complex on the west end. "There...?" She takes her wireless mouse and zooms in. "8310 West Aspen Lane apartment number 52..." She sketches a map along with the address down in her notepad and adjusts her shades. "Heh." She clicks on her Skype and contacts Nolan via webcam. He answers within two rings. "Nolan? I found him."

 "Good job, I knew I could count on you. Tim is almost here so go get ready..." he pauses and stares at her. "Unless you plan on going like that." He gestures to her normal everyday outfit. She looks away, clutching at her skirt's hem.

 "O-of course not. Idiot."

 

Tim arrives not long after that with the violin strings and piano wires. Nolan carefully wraps the violin strings and places them in his parents' bedroom, 'a gift for Mother when she returns.'

Soon enough, the three are in the kitchen, making last minute preparations.

 "You have the address right, Vin?" Nolan asks, wrapping one of the piano wires around his fingers, testing them. He winces a little when one digs into his skin.

Vinyl nods, giving him her map. She tugs her wig on and checks her gear. They're all wearing black pants with combat boots and black cardigans. "We look like burglars."  

 "I rather not get my suits dirty, thank you very much," Nolan stage-whispers to her. He splays out a set of car keys on the counter. "Tim, you pick the car."

Timothy taps one set and picks them up. "Doesn't matter which. Let's just go." He walks out through the kitchen door into the mansion's garage and flips the light switch on.

 A plethora of cars arranged in neat lines stand at the ready. Tim disarms their ride's alarm and walks over to a black Lincoln town car. The trio climbs inside and speeds off into the night.

 

ONE HOUR LATER

 

>"Your OTHER left, Tim!" Nolan yells, clutching at his seatbelt for dear life. Vinnie is somewhere in the backseat, moaning and clutching at her stomach repeating 'I'm gonna be sick...' over and over.

Tim pays no attention and instead makes a hard left, jolting everyone in the car. They were pretty close to Iron's vicinity now and a miracle that they hadn't been stopped by the police yet.

Thankfully, Tim starts slowing down, checking all the side streets for escape routes. The car rolls to a stop about three blocks away from Iron's apartment complex and the three climb out and head into an alleyway.

 Tim rolls a map of the city out on top of one of the trashcans with a red circle pinpointing Iron's home. "Fire escape is on the opposite side, so you'll have to scale up to his balcony, Boss. Vinyl will be on look out and I'll be helping with clean up."

Nolan swallows nervously and nods. "All right then. Let's go." Vinyl heads out first and takes her position below the balconies. Nolan follows and with a bit of her help, begins his slow ascent to the fourth floor.

 He finally reaches the fourth floor and picks the lock, sneaking into the dark apartment. He can hear Iron's loud snoring coming from the bedroom and he winces. Attacking a man in his sleep was just cowardly. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Tim.

 

> He's asleep. What do I do?

> Fk it and do it anyway.

> But that's boring.

> Goddammit boss. Just wake him up then.

> K. Come up in a few for cleanup

 

A moment later, Nolan lowers his phone and stares at the bedroom door. "All right." He kicks the door open, startling the hulking mass asleep on the bed.

"Whozzere?!" the man is alert, trying to seek out his unwanted visitor through the darkness. He gropes around like a blind man for the light, but Nolan slams his elbow into the man's chest, knocking the wind out of him. He quickly grabs for the piano wires in his pocket and loops them around the man's neck.

 "Quiet you. Don't make this any harder than it has to be, ok?" Nolan hisses into Iron's ear. Iron whimpers but nods, his fingers trying to paw limply at the wires. Nolan tugs harder, feeling warm blood drip onto his pants and he grimaces. That's going to be a bitch to clean.

Iron's movements start to slow down until he sags down and chokes out a last word. "Mother...fu-...grggg"

Nolan sighs and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

 

Location: First Floor

> "Honestly, I don't get what his deal is." Tim mutters to himself as he hauls himself up the balconies. He jumps up from the third floor and swings himself over the ledge of the fourth, landing silently inside the balcony.

He opens the sliding door and steps inside. He looks around and clicks his tongue.

"Ugh, how can this guy live in such a shithole...?" He kicks aside a few Monster cans and finds Nolan waiting for him on the couch. He only points towards the bedroom and goes back to staring at his hands.

They have small cuts on them, presumably from the wires but otherwise seems fine. Tim nods and makes his way to the bedroom.

He opens the door and cringes. The man is dead all right, his head almost detached from the torso. There's blood all over the bed, but thankfully none on the carpeted floor.

Tim reaches into his bag and begins dismantling the body, mindful to not get any of the blood on him. Next he works on removing fingerprints and fingernails. He cuts up the remainder of the corpse and prepares to leave.

 He takes out his phone and calls up Vinyl. She picks up on the third ring.

"Yeah?"

"Get the car ready. We're almost done."

"Gotcha covered."

 Tim hangs up and goes fetch Nolan. "Time to bail, Boss."

"Hn." Nolan stands up and heads towards the balcony. "You first?"

Tim shakes his head and points to the bags he's holding. He looks pensive for a moment and then just chucks them with perfect aim at an open dumpster. "Now we can go down."

 

After they reach the first floor, they head back towards the main road, where Vinnie is waiting in the car, looking very much bored. "About damn time. I was just about to cry from the sheer amount of NOTHING that I had to do." She lets them in and they drive off, back to the Saints mansion.