Here�s a teaser for all you bullet-monkey lovers out there.

I must warn you... this is wierd.

But then, we did get Gungan Wing a little while ago.

Tell me if you think this is worth expanding.

*****

As Yosho backed through the smoke, he slashed out at any shapes that loomed.

He did a lot of slashing, as there was a lot of smoke and things tend to loom in a warehouse.

His blade clanged off a pipe, and he realised he was far too near to a wall.

Then the pipe grabbed his knife and crushed it in what was obviously a mechanical hand.

Yosho looked up slightly, and looked into a single glowing eyeslit in a chrome-and-ceramic face.

"GOING SOMEWHERE?" Grated Steampunk Mickey, as he raised a cavernous snout to head height.

*****

"So, what do we have?"

"We got twenty dead Yaks, and a warehouse full of guns and E�s, ready for distribution."

"Apart from the scale of the operation, why�d you call me?"

"Well, Captain Rhodes, it�s another Steampunk Mickey job."

Captain Rhodes put his head in his hands�

*****

"Sir� This is some of the footage from the warehouse camera last night.  These two we have heard of." Captain Rhodes turned on the video and played slightly grainy footage  Two masked girls stood almost back-to back. The redhead blazed away wildly with a pair of MAC-10s, and the other one calmly took potshots with what seemed to be a revolver.

"We�ve heard of them. She�s Reich�s Fury- the redhead- and the other one is the Cold Killer. No, we don�t have their real names- but we do know that three major Yakuza outfits have gone under in this city in the past month."

*****

The man stumbled out of the warehouse at the back, hoping like hell that he�d got away.

But there was a short figure walking towards him.

"Hey, Kid� wanna earn some money?"

"No."

And the short blonde kid with glasses filled his hands from nowhere with two Glocks and ventilated him.

*****

"A guy who got out the back was done by Floppy Dick. Again, we don�t know his real name, but we have heard that he wears glasses. And that he�s faster than any man has a right to be, both with his guns and a computer."

*****

One man scrambled down a narrow passageway that looked and smelled suspiciously like a sewer. He was practically running.

A roar from the guy following him echoed down the tunnel.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SMUG-ASS FUNTWIPE AND DIE LIKE A MAN!"

*****

Captain Rocky Rhodes was not looking forward to this next bit. "You must admit, Sir, these are Primo gunsharks.  The only really bad thing is the fact that none of them seems to be older than fifteen, and they�ve never killed a bystander."

*****

The man glowered down through his glasses at the boy, the pump-action in his hands almost looking like an oversized toy.

"I hate to say it, but I want to comission you and your team of killer-"

"Freelance Termination Specialists, father."

"Team of Freelance Termination Specialists, then-" The words were absurd on his tongue, and he nearly started laughing- "For a special job."

*****

"What about that? They MUST have a record."

"No, sir, They don�t. However�"

Captain Rhodes was really, really not looking forward to this.

"However what?"

"We managed to get a mugshot of one of them- the last one, known as The Gangsta Poet."

"Gangsta Poet? Why has he been called that?"

*****

The boy pumped shell after shell at the group of thugs in front of him, watching as the blood sprayed over the ripped skirt of their victim.

"I�M A DEAD-EYED HEAT-PACKING LEAD-THROWING BULLET-MONKEY FROM THE DEPTHS OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL HELLS WITH A SENSE OF HONOUR AND RIGHT THAT IS SADLY LACKING IN YOUR LIVES- MAY YOUR NEXT ONES BE SHORT AND HARD BUT BETTER!"

*****

They�re the last people you�d expect to become involved in this business�

*****

Captain Rhodes looked highly embarrassed.

"He Whacks Lyrical."

*****

They�re barely teenagers�

*****

"However, to ensure the job is done properly- I�m sending one of my own specialists."

A door slid open, revealing a man with a ponytail slowly smoking a cigarette.

*****

They�re the best Team of Gunsharks in the world�

*****

"Okay then, let�s see the picture."

As he clapped eyes on the still, he choked and gasped.

"Not HIM!"

*****

The Whack Pack

*****

She saw they were going out again, the bulges under their coats showing that it was a job.

"Got enough money for ammunition, Kids?" Asked Misato.

*****

An NGE oddity (Possibly) coming at some point in the future�


*****

What am I doing here
half asleep
and the rest of me
still in bed
making coffee
with tea bags...?

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