A Sunset of Rage

Chapter 11

Damien parked the FBI mobile outside the mass convict's house. He watched with binoculars. "On the case," he whispered.
Frederic yawned loudly. "Dami, I'm tired," he complained, putting his head down on the dashboard.
Damien honked the car horn to wake him up. The convict peered out the dirty curtains of his house, eyeing the street with his beady, rat-like eyes. He slowly closed the curtains, glaring.
"Tsk. This is nothing compared to the glass castle," Damien scowled, reading his beloved novel.
The radio screeched. The manager's voice crackled into the car: "Arrest that f*cker." Even then, his voice was choked with donuts.
"Frederic, we're moving in," Damien declared, readying his assault rifle.
"Yes, sir!" Frederic saluted, enthusiastically loading his nuclear missile launcher.
They crept around the side of the house. They heard the ex convict screaming with laughter at Tosh.0. He then beat his child with a beer bottle. Damien teared up. Abuse reminded him of the glass castle, which always got to him.
"Wait, what happened to Kiwi?!" he demanded, reading the next chapter of the things they carried.
"Wow, that's a lot of words," Frederic chuckled, absentmindedly staring at the page.
"Fool. Do not act as though you are an active member of the literary universe. You are a subhuman fool who cannot comprehend what it's like to read true literature," Damien scowled.
"I hear TALKING OUTSIDE!" the convict yelled.
Damien ducked under a bush, yanking Frederic down with him. "We must arrest him stat," he hissed.
"I got the handcuffs," Frederic nodded, holding up a happy meal hot wheels toy.
Capybaras in the nearby forest heard their master's voice. They trotted out of the woods, clicking in unison. Frederic waved to his followers. They swarmed around him, licking his face affectionately. Damien gagged.
"What the F*CK!" the convict shouted, ripping the curtains open. He'd heard the clicking. He had strong ears, ran in the family.
"Frederic, instruct your children to disperse," Damien ordered.
"B-But Dami!" Frederic protested.
The capybaras chewed affectionately on Damien's emo shirt. He screamed. The convict banged on the window for them to shut up.
"We must commence the case," Damien said intelligently.
Frederic yawned, resting his head on the grass. Damien stomped him in the gut to wake him up. "Owie!" the dumb, yet bighearted, blonde exclaimed.
The two agents crept over to the back door. The convict was laughing as he chugged beer. How disgusting. "On the count of three, we burst in," Damien whispered. "One, two."
Crash. He banged into the door, trying to break it down. However, he lacked the physical strength required and just kind of flopped onto the pavement. Frederic politely opened the door. It was unlocked.
"F*ck," Damien muttered, rubbing his aching skull. At this rate he'd never be the cool, slick FBI agent he saw in the movies!
"Dami, don't cuss. Cussing is bad," Frederic disciplined.
"OH BUT YOU CAN BINGE DRINK VODKA AND BE A BIG A**HOLE?!" Damien yelled, flexing his sausage fingers.
Then, the convict came stomping in. "HEY A**HOLES! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE F*CK YOU'RE DOING, BUT GET THE F*CK OUT! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING BEFORE I MURDER YOU WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER!" he hollered.
"Fire!" Damien ordered. He fired bullets into the chest of the convict, bringing him down.
"Jeez," the tiny abused child commented. Frederic, wanting to be a worthy FBI agent, quickly shot him in the head.
"Frederic. That was an innocent bystander," Damien said emotionlessly.
"B-But! He could've been an accomplice!" Frederic protested.
"Mission accomplished. Back to the office," Damien announced.