Tyson VS Life - Book One - Drug War

Chapter 11: Head of Education or Whatever

13 Hours had passed and it was now time for school. The group assembled during recess and formulated a plan.

"Alright, we know Moogoo is our target, all we gotta do is get into his office and like... find evidence or kill him or something." Tyson said unconvinced, filling the group with unwavering levels of confidence.

The group stealthed their way down the hall towards Moogoo's office, rolling between cover on their way to his door. Once they reached it, they found it was locked. "Well shit, now what?" Lucas said flatly. "Hodge, you think you can like, pick the lock or something?" Hodge looked back in confusion.

"Now why the fuck would I be able to do that?"

Lucas flinched. "Because you're.... Urban?"

Hodge frowned at him.

"What the fuck."

Lucas started to explain his way out, but Jacob interrupted him by kicking the door in, sending in flying across the room and out the window. The group stormed in.

The lone office chair swivelled around, and Mr. Moogoo rose from it. "Ah, I was expecting you. Shame about the door."

Jacob started first. "Listen here you motherfucker-" Moogoo threw up his hand to shush him. "I've heard you're trying to remove Asspol from the system. Do you know how much i've made from these sales? Do you think I'm just going to let you destroy my school empire?"

Lucas put on his best 'pissed off' face. "You better, otherwise we're going to kill you. Do you know how good we are at-"

Moogoo interrupted him, nodding he said, "Yes, I saw the little massacre you committed." Moogoo stood up. "But you will not get a chance to try that again. Prepare to die!" he yelled, drawing an automatic shotgun from the underside of his desk.

"Hey, that's my gun you fuck!" Jacob shouted in accusation, before diving aside and hitting his cover button, hiding behind a small end table.

Moogoo continued to unload his shotgun into various pieces of furniture, missing everyone. Ryan drew his self defence Glock, and Lucas also drew Ryan's OTHER self defence Glock.

"I want that back or you owe me 20 dollars."

Lucas flipped him off and shot at Moogoo. A few shots found purchase in his torso. Moogoo simply laughed and tore open his suit jacket to reveal kevlar body armor. "Motherfucker..." Lucas said, and grimaced, trying to think. Behind Ryan, he saw a painting, which he shot. The bullet lodged in it.

"Ryan, I need you to get that painting behind you over to Hodge!" Ryan looked at him in a confused manner, but grabbed the painting anyways and hurled it across the room. Along the way it got riddled with bursts of shotgun fire, but held strong.

"Alright Hodge, Crusader online!" he yelled, throwing up his thumb.

Hodge got the message and held the painting up like a shield, everyone else grouping behind it.

Moogoo's face fell. "Not my iron painting!"

The group pushed forward, no matter how many magazines The Head of Education spent. Once he was close enough, Hodge smashed the painting over his head, blinding him and wrestling away his shotgun and shoving it into his gut.

"Who else is in charge of Asspol movements?" Tyson demanded. "There is no one else!" Moogoo said in a panicked voice. Hodge pressed the shotgun barrel further into his gut.

"I don't believe you." threatened Tyson. Moogoo stuttered for a few seconds before spilling the beans.

"I'm not in charge of this thing, but I don't- I don't know who the boss is! They just send me letters with no return address! I swear." Satisfied, Hodge pulled the gun away and nodded. Jacob grabbed the shotgun out his hands, kissed it and shoved it back into Moogoo's stomach.

"Wait!" he tried, before Jacob pulled the trigger, blowing his insides all over the walls and sending him flying out the window, the impact killing him if the close range shotgun blast hadn't already.

Lucas motioned with his hand at the destroyed room with bullet holes everywhere, smashed up furniture, blood and intestines stuck to the walls.

"Now who the fuck is going to clean this one up?"