This is the sixth chapter of the fourth Willimeena installment: 'Hell Hath No Fury'!
The asylum staff panic as they try to deal with the immense threat from Jerry and his menacing crew!
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In an easternmost staffroom (at the entrance of Wing 2), the asylum, back in the past ...
It was 'panic-stations' at the moment!
Staff members were rushing in and out through the main door of the staffroom, with mostly stressed expressions.
Among them was a balding, black-haired man who was leaving ... and a mousy-haired one with a beard entering with a clipboard.
There was only one other door in the room ... the heavily-barred security door entrance for Wing 2 of the asylum.
It stood next to a closet, some filing cabinets, and a blaring, red siren light on the ceiling.
"Willis is out!" a black-haired staffer barked as he snatched up a torch from the nearby desk.
"We already found two dead in the westernmost staffroom. We need more manpower to search the facility!"
"It's more than just Willis!" another staffer interjected, scowling deeply. "It's him and his whole demented gang!"
Said staffer had caramel brown hair, a fu manchu moustache, and was frantically dialling a number on a phone on the desk.
No response. He dialled it twice more, before slamming the reducer down in disgust!
The brown-haired staffer scoffed, and then threw a derisive glance at a row of 'bang sticks' on the nearest wall.
"Screw this!" he snapped, turned, and walked over to the cabinets.
"I'm not banking on a stupid bang stick to stop those sick *******!" the brown-haired staffer stated, as he took a handgun out of one of the cabinets.
The aforementioned man then loaded and cocked the gun, relishing the conflict to come!
His black-haired partner nodded and hefted his torch up ... ready for combat.
"We need to lock this whole place down and call the cops", said staffer said, turning and walking towards the main door.
"I heard that. We don't get paid enough for this *****!" grumbled the black-haired staffer, following him with the gun raised.
"Hey, buddy!" the brown-haired staffer called, stopping as he spotted another staffer nearby. His black-haired partner stopped as well.
"You see any signs of those freaks?"
Said staffer was a dark-haired, lean young man, and was standing in front of the 'Wing 2' security door.
"Somebody saw them heading towards the front gate", the dark-haired staffer replied promptly, with his back to the other two.
"I'm just making sure this area is locked down first."
"Good thinking! We'll meet you there!" the brown-haired staffer called, as he turned his attention away.
The dark-haired man watched him and the black-haired staffer quickly run out of the room, their minds on other things.
He then waited until EVERY staffer had left the room (and were out of hearing range) ... before chuckling darkly.
"You do that ... pendejo (idiot)", the dark-haired man whispered, as he turned around.
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Wee Weasel Tales: Hell Hath No Fury
FanfictionJerry Robert Willis, having finished recruiting all of his infamous 'family'; plots their escape from their asylum prison, and future revenge on the world! Everyone will suffer for their past mistreatment! But first of all though, Jerry has a little...
