“Read me the summary on this one, Hammy,” said Dexter Young
as he cocked his magnum while sitting in the passenger side of the van. He
tucked the weapon in his pants and pulled a pair of black ski masks out of the
glove box, one for him, one for Hammond O’Hara a.k.a. Hammy.
Hammond
sat in the driver’s seat flipping through various pages in his binder until he
found what he was looking for. “Toni J. Mathews. Age 39. Recently divorced from
her husband of five years after citing irreconcilable differences. Part of the
settlement deal with her husband was that she was to receive a topaz ring worth
fifty thousand dollars, maybe more on the black market. According to my
research…”
“Ha! You did research…” chuckled Dexter as he winked at his
partner.
Hammond
got a good laugh out of it too. “Anyways, from what I’ve seen, she keeps the
topaz ring in a safe in her bedroom. As far as I can tell, she has no security
systems other than that safe and the only occupant living with Miss Mathews is
a parrot named Mirko.”
Dexter blew out some air, shook his head, and said, “I asked
you to canvas possible threats in the neighborhood and all you could come up
with was a fucking bird? No cameras, no alarms, just a fucking bird? You know
what? Maybe we won’t have to stop by KFC after work. I just hope the bitch has
a working stove in her kitchen. I don’t see why not. She is a woman, after all;
that’s kind of her thing.”
Hammond
shook his jowly head and chuckled, “You’re awful, Dexter. You’re just plain
awful.”
Dexter slapped Hammond
upside the head and warned him, “Remember, no using real names. You’re Hammy
and I’m D. Got that? I don’t want you forming bad habits when we’ve got the
biggest score of our lives just waiting in there for us.”
“Sorry, man. My bad,” said Hammond as he tucked his ski mask in his
jacket pocket. Both burglars dressed in dark clothing that blended in perfectly
with the night air. They exited the van and sneaked across the street like
ghosts, not prompting one porch light to flare up.
Once they reached the front porch, they pulled their ski
masks over their heads and pulled out their magnums. “Ready to roll?” Dexter
whispered.
“Ready as I’ll ever be…D!” whispered Hammond as he pulled out his lock picks and
worked his magic on the doorknob. Slowly, carefully, and silently, The chubby
burglar unlatched the bolt and even held the door open for his partner like a
true gentleman. “After you, Dex, I mean, D!”
“I’m warning you, dip shit, if you blow our cover, you’re a
dead motherfucker!” snapped Dexter. The two burglars crossed the threshold and Hammond gently pulled the
door closed behind him. The entire house was as dark and silent as the streets
themselves. Still, Dexter and Hammond weren’t going to take chances and tiptoed
across the hardwood floor like ninjas.
They nearly jumped out of their skin when the light came on
in the bedroom and a weary female voice asked, “Hello?” Dexter caught his
partner drooling through his ski mask when the two of them saw Toni Mathews
wearing little more than a sports bra and tiny shorts in the lit doorway. Not
bad for a thirty-nine year old, thought Dexter. She had her blond hair up in a
ponytail, which Dexter knew was an advantage for a horny partner like his.
Toni rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes and turned on
more lights in the house until she found herself in the living room with Dexter
and Hammond. She wanted to snap awake and let out a shriek of doom, but the two
burglars wrestled her to the ground with Dexter keeping his gloved hand over
Toni’s mouth. The divorcee struggled and writhed while her stifled screams
vibrated off of Dexter’s hand, but Hammond was already playing his role to
perfection when he was wrapping duct tape around her ankles and knees.
Binding her hands and mouth became a much easier task when
Dexter pressed the barrel of his gun against Toni’s nose and angrily whispered,
“Shut up, bitch! Shut the fuck up! You make one more sound and I’ll blow that
pretty head of yours off your shoulders!” Shaky and teary, Toni had no choice
but to lay still while Hammond
wrapped tape around her wrists and gagged her as well.
The two burglars dragged her bound body against the couch
and sat her upright against the cushions. Dexter kept his gun pointed against
Toni’s forehead and silently, but tensely said, “Listen good, lady: we’re not
going to be staying a while. We just want one thing and then we’ll be out of
here. If you try to resist us or call the police, you’re going to have
splattered brains all over that pretty sofa of yours. You understand?”
“Wah! Call the crow cop! Call the crow cop! Wah!” squawked
an avian voice from out of nowhere.
“That must be the goddamn bird,” said Hammond with a look of concern behind his
mask.
“Thanks, Captain Obvious. Go find the fucking thing and shut
it up!” ordered Dexter. Hammond’s
heavy and clunky movements towards the back of the house prompted Dexter to
snap, “Can you make a little more noise please?! I’d love to have the cops on
my ass!”
“Wah! Make some more noise! Make some more noise! Wah!”
squawked Mirko again. A subsequent yelp of pain from Hammond followed by the sound of wings
flapping caused Dexter’s adrenaline to pulsate throughout his body. The heavy
burglar came back into view holding his now bloody nose. “What the fuck
happened?”
“That little bastard bit me! I don’t care if I get the
chair, I’m killing that bird!” said Hammond.
“Wah! You’re gonna get the chair! You’re gonna get the
chair! Wah!” squawked Mirko.
“Shut up, you little piece of shit!” shouted Hammond before firing a
round into the dark and prompting Dexter to wrestle him to the ground.
“Are you out of your fucking mind, Hammy?!” snapped Dexter
as he held his hand over his partner’s mouth. “You can’t be doing shit like
that, you fat fuck! One more outburst from you and I’m putting one between your
eyes! You and queen bitch over here can let the bird sing melodies to you for
all eternity!”
Hammond
removed his partner’s hand from his mouth and said, “Wait, wait! What if we
take the tape off of the bitch’s mouth and make her call the little fucker over
to us? Are we really going to be outgunned by a goddamn parrot?”
Toni sobbed through her gag and shook her head no at the
burglars’ plans. Dexter creepily crawled up to his victim and said, “Oh, yes,
yes, yes. You are going to call that little bastard over to us and it’ll be
winner, winner, chicken dinner. And just so there’s no confusion, we’re under
no obligation to keep you alive during this heist. We’re only doing it out of
courtesy. Well, that’s not really true. We do have to keep you alive. After
all, the last time I checked…Hammy and I weren’t into necrophilia!”
The two burglars chuckled at the rape joke while Toni’s sobs
grew progressively louder even with tape on her mouth. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” snapped
Dexter. The third hey was said with enough force to get Toni to stop making
noises. “The only noises you should be making are the kind that bring the
future KFC meal over to us. I’m going to rip the tape off of your mouth and I
swear to god if you scream for help, you’re going to join your birdie friend on
the dark side.”
Dexter ripped the tape off while Toni stifled a painful
scream, too frightened not to take the threat seriously. “Now that I’ve
restored your first amendment rights,” said Dexter. “You know what you need to
use them for. Call out your monster.” Toni could do nothing but sob
hysterically until Dexter’s “Now!” scream gave her extra motivation.
Trying to keep her lips steady, Toni whistled and said,
“Here, Mirko! Come on over to mommy!” The unstoppable sobbing weakened her
voice to where she couldn’t pull off a full whistle.”
“Oh, what the fuck was that?” condescended Dexter. “Put some
gusto into it, you crazy bitch!”
“Wah! Put some gusto into it! Put some gusto into it! I’m a
crow cop! Wah!”
Dexter and Hammond pointed their gun in the voice’s
direction while Hammond
shouted, “Where are you, you little shit?!”
Dexter felt a hard double kick in the back of his knee,
causing him to drop on his ass and accidentally fire a bullet into Hammond’s ass. Dexter’s
eyes bulged out of his skull as he watched his partner trying to suppress a
shriek of pain while holding his bloody anus. He could see Hammond’s chubby lips quivering like a boat
motor. “Hammy…” the burglar said softly. “It’ll be okay. Just lay down and…”
Toni repeatedly kicked Dexter in the face with her bare
soles as if her life depended on it. The burglar felt his nose snap in two and
a few of his teeth fall out of his mouth. Meanwhile, Mirko flew threw the
shadows and nibbled on Hammond’s
nose some more, tearing flesh and dining on blood. Both burglar’s screams were
as obvious as fire truck sirens and the whole neighborhood’s lights started to
flare up.
Dexter could hear the sounds of doors opening and slamming
shut in between face distorting kicks to the face. Neighbors with shotguns and
handguns burst through the front door and rushed to the scene of the crime,
pulling tape off of Toni’s body and asking if she was alright.
By the time Mirko flew back into the shadows, Dexter and
Hammond were lying on the floor with gashing faces and rearranged features. Once
Toni was free and steady, she removed both of their masks to reveal their
ugliest features, to which the armed neighbors made gagging noises of disgust.
“All this crazy shit over a topaz, huh, Dex, I mean, D,”
slurred Hammond.
“Sorry, sweetheart. There’s no topaz here. We just like to
encourage intruders, that’s all,” said Toni with a sickeningly benign smile.
Dexter opened his swollen eyes as wide as he was allowed and
asked, “What the fuck are you talking about, lady?”
“You think you’re the first ones to try to pick apart this
neighborhood?” asked Toni rhetorically. “This place used to be a popular gang
neighborhood. And then we cleaned it up and lured more scumbags like you to
come and join us. We’re making this city a better place one dead motherfucker
at a time.”
“But I did research,” whined Hammond while spitting out blood. “I did
fucking research!”
“Wah! You did research! You did research! I’m a crow cop!
Wah!”
“Shut up, you stupid fucking bird!” shouted Dexter as he
reached for his magnum and instead was showered with a hailstorm of bullets
from the neighborhood crime watch. Hammond
didn’t stand much of a chance either as his body instantly became a pool of
blood and organs on the hardwood floor.
The last thing to go through Dexter Young’s mind, aside from
the bullets, was a little child’s voice asking, “Can I pet your birdie, Miss
Mathews?”
