Zachary Plotter - Live and Live Again

Lance Fott

Zachary and Richard found Lance Fott in his run-down hut. The room had no lighting, but the TV was bright enough to replace the need for bulbs. The fat slob sat on his bean-bag stuffing himself with endless popcorn, however spilling more of it down him than what he actually consumed. As a fugitive he has to leave his flat in London to go and live in his shack on a remote field in Hook. There was hardly any room to stand in when Plotter and Keep arrived; most of the room was being taken up by the Fott and his TV. They had to almost scream to make themselves heard.

"Mr Lance Fott!" Plotter called. No reply from Fott came, "FOTT!" Zachary took out his gun and jabbed it into the back of Lance's neck. This bought him some attention.
"Ah, Mister Plotter" Lance said, frozen upright but still staring at the television. He picked up the remote to turn down the screaming cowboys when Zachary knocked it out of his hand.
"Don't move Lance. The painting's in the bag that my pal's holding. Tell us where the money is and it's yours. Mislead us and you'll get it!" He forced the gun more in to Lance's neck.
"Ok Plotter, your money's hidden behind the television." Lance replied.
"Get it Richard" Zachary ordered. He kept the gun exactly where it was, and therefore Lance too, while he watched Keep rummage behind the glaring television and come back with £2 million in wads of notes.
"Well there you are gentlemen, leave the painting here and you can be on your way." said Lance.

Plotter and Keep proceeded out of the shack with their payment, while Fott turned up his television again.
"He was keen for us to leave weren't he?" Richard pointed out. Just then, Zachary stopped in his tracks and stared at the money. "What's up?"
"This money is fake. If that idiot thinks he can get away with this, then he's better off in prison!" Zachary stormed back to the shack and burst in Lance admiring the portrait.

"Hold it right there, Fott!" Zachary shouted, aiming the gun straight at him.
"You could of knocked!" Lance replied, holding both arms in the air.
"Shut it!" Zachary boomed, "This is not money! Where's our pay?"
"I will get you the proper money in a moment." Lance was keeping a steady head about the situation. He got up and turned towards his secret stash of items behind his television. Richard followed Zachary inside the shack, just as Fott pulled up a large machine gun from behind the screen.
"This, gentlemen, is your pay. I want you out of here before I take another breath." he said, "You really think that a fugitive like me, with only a tiny little tin house to live in and a couple of television characters for company is going to have £2 million to hand out to some stranger?! You're out of you're minds!" Lance fired the gun.

Bullets went flying all over the place as Richard ducked and Zachary jumped forward. He grabbed Fott's legs, toppling him over. His fire, before releasing the trigger when falling, almost hit Richard as it dropped. Zachary got up and grabbed the painting. He whacked Lance with it several times until it was a broken and useless piles of shreds. As he looked around for the gun he'd dropped, or another tool to defend himself with, he turned his back to the standing Lance, who grabbed him by the neck and threw him at the television. Zachary landed on it, causing it to half fold in on itself. Sparks, cables and chunks of screen flew everywhere as it collapsed to nothing. Lance walked forward to pick Zachary up and continue to fight him, but Plotter managed to recover and throw a two-litre bottle of fizzy drink at him. Fott fell backwards slightly, and then Zachary stood up. The two faced each other, however, Richard grabbed Fott's leg as a prop to help himself up. Lance tumbled almost tumbled, but instead he grabbed Keep by the ears and dragged him up.

"Oh no you don't!" he muttered. He then shoved Richard into Zachary, and then they both collapsed on top of the mess of cables and rubble that once formed a T.V. in the corner. Lance approached and cornered them, enjoying his seeming victory.
"Well gentlemen, it's time to pay me for the damage you've caused," Fott grinned fiendishly "You're going to pay me, with your lives!" Zachary was not intimidated at all. He may be trapped, but he always had a way out. One of the thick cables was still sparking with electricity. While Lance had been speaking he'd found the other end. At the speed of light, Zachary shoved the two cables at each of Fott's knees. Lance shook rapidly as the electricity sped through his body. Zachary and Richard made an escape round the side, but they weren't done yet. The electrification was only a decoy, and Zachary took hold of a lighter on his way out. He set fire to the red curtain which made up his door way, and the flames soon spread throughout the shack.