Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 17

"Here are your choices: a knife or a gun."

Next day, back at the factory, Huey, Riley, and Granddad tiredly watched as Uncle Ruckus, Stinkmeaner, and The Hateocracy weigh their options on a weapon inside Ed Wuncler II's suitcase.

"No offense, Mr. Wuncler Jr., but I would like to use a cold, hard whip! So I can make these niggas feel at home once they sense that sweet torture," Uncle Ruckus explained.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. "If you want." "Nigga, I don't need none of this bullshit! Once I got my cane, niggas be flying to their grave!" Stinkmeaner gloated. "You're just wasting your time. Once we start killing, we kill our way," Crabmiser told him. "Yeaaaahhh, we don't need no fancy lil' gadget to kill someone. We got a gadget of our own," Pistofferson stated. "Yeah and it's called Gizmo-Real Nigga Shit Ass-Whooping: old edition!" Stinkmeaner said as The Hateocracy laughed.

"Where you get those weapons from, anyway?" Huey spoke up. Eddie thought for a moment before saying, "From a friend."

"All right, you three. I bailed you out of prison for a reason. Fuck this shit up and that'll be the end. You people will not get out of jail anymore," Mr. Wuncler reminded The Hateocracy. "I don't understand. If you bailed out these old people, how did you get Stinkmeaner back from the dead?" Granddad asked.

"Nigga, I ain't the real motherfucker! I'm his clone that you were fighting with few years ago," Stinkmeaner prompted. "I just made a deal he couldn't refuse," Mr. Wuncler added. "And you don't need to bribe Ruckus. He just willingly wants to be involved," Huey predicted, glaring at the racist man.

"You got that right, little nigga! I can't stand to see the sight of your face any longer. You're gonna be out of Woodcrest even if I have to take you out myself!" Uncle Ruckus stated.

Just as that was happening, Arturo came in the room, clearly aggravated. "Art-Walk, my nigga," Eddie greeted. "Fuck you, Wuncler. If these so called scientists of yours fuck up my merchandise with their wack ass liquids, I'm coming after you," Arturo told him.

Eddie put his hands up. "Take it easy, buddy. Everything is going according to plan. We got the drugs, the M.U., the subjects, and the Freemans right in our hands. Ain't nothing gonna mess up this plan."

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As sunset appears, the gang were getting ready to leave the Freemans' home and start their mission. Fae exhaled, knowing the time has come.

"Well, everyone. This is it. We're going to show those Wunclers that they should not underestimate us. We've come too far to back down and for that, we're going to get justice, peace, and integrity, not only for the Freemans, but for the rest of the people that are about to use their product. Since we didn't get no transportation from an adult..." Saying this, Fae glared at her sister.

"Ay, in my defense, I thought my plan would work," The younger Walker insisted. "We have no other choice but to get one of us to drive. Let's just hope we don't die before we actually make it to our destination."

That's when Caesar and Hiro came in and went to gather along with the group. "Caes and I put the tank in the back of the van, Fae," Hiro informed, "If I may ask, what's inside there?" "It's Huey's bomb. He said he's been preparing it for quite some time, so we're bringing it with us just in case if things get a little too disorderly," Fae explained.

The older Walker turned to Caesar. "Now I'm asking you one more time...are you sure you can drive us to the factory?" she questioned. The New Yorker laughed. "Chill, Princess. I know how to drive. I got my permit, so a couple of miles ain't gon' hurt me," he reassured.