Aim and Fire

Ignacius was thinking to ask Simon does he remembers the story someone jailed them for double homicide but he relaxed into sofa seat and he was thinking long before today.

They arrived to location before their Captain Mage and had to run area checks to learn about local surroundings.

It was a hot and sunny summer's afternoon they went out to a local pub drinking and met two beautiful Dutch women sitting near the river with maxi dresses revealing their legs closer to torso.

"What are you doing in such heat in the sun?"

"I can see you are laughing and having great time."

"Well, we are relaxing." The girls laughed when Simon opened the conversation.

The two friends took time off and show their girls the good time. But when the night came they woke up in their beds naked and the lovers for the night went missing

They left in a morning for a full lunch meniu and noticed outside their cafe a police presence and lots of local people standing close.

Ignacius said to Simon he believes it is old plastic washed a shore and local community gather to clean it up but Simon asked Ignacius to stop joking and he walked towards the crowd.

When he realized the crime scene victims, he froze in fear, his heart stopped.

Ignacius walked closer to him and rested his arm on Simon's shoulder to see closer. "OMG, I cannot believe it is two loose Dutch women we had great orgy last night!"

"We better walk away." But when Simon finished his sentence, the thoughts his DNA found in their dead bodies will make him a criminal for life, made him desperate to wish he runs but he knew they need the real culprit.

"I think we have a serial killer on the loose."

"I am feeling sick in my heart knowing how much pleasure we had they gave us and now seeing these rotten corpses fished out the water."

Our heroes did little, they knew the reasoning behind two murders they felt victims for. They walked away and left hotel room early, taking their bedsheets with them.

"I think we are going camping tonight."

"I hate those bugs around us when it gets dark."

"They are better than prison food I guarantee you."

When they found a local forest near motorway with an old barn left behind without use, they felt it would be great shelter to set their tents in and to set fire burning for their hotel bedding and boil hot soup.

The soup was boiling, Ignacius threw in couple potatoes to let flames steam off from inside.

"When I find those pricks, I give them some metal."

"How do you know it is them and they are males?"

"I am sure it is sick bastards who killed our good night focks." Simon pushed around fire wood with his stick to let it burn even.

"I am sure they would give me a double blow job by the fire if they would be still breathing."

"You are sick, Ignacius. Do you know that?"

"I just love life and good living."

The very next morning the headlines in local Sinbury papers wrote about two men wanted for a rape and murder of two female victims.

Simon and Ignacius tried to flee the city, but they apprehended them when one driver reported two hitchhikers looking similar to the suspects from the image of hotel CCTV pictures.

They did not resist making arrest nor declined their saliva swab test to match found in victims' bodies.

While in the holding cell, Simon was thinking long and hard about who could have made them fall for the crimes they did not commit. But when the note passed under his door saying they must run to learn the truth today.

Simon made a knock on a door and asked he could use toilet before he can have more tea.

When the police station officer turned the key and pulled the door open, Simon hit his head on the door, throwing him backwards.

He stepped out and hit officer's head with his boot.

"I am sorry mate but it will hurt me more than you."

He took his keys and opened Ignacius cell door, letting him out and passing police issue rifle.

"What took you so long?"

"I wonder what took Mage so long to post us a letter?"

"I cannot answer the question but we have a positive ID of the killer and we are taking police transport."

The little did the serial killer knew he will meet tonight machine versus machine.

They parked police car two streets down the killer's house and booted doors open killing serial rapist in a single headshot from the picture they found inside envelope our Detective Simpleton handed them in a local park.

His brains and blood particles splattered all over his family on their dinner table.

The moment they showed up, they left their crime scene, leaving no traces behind them.

When all was done Ignacius got drunk on home made whisky and he felt he cannot handle the night any further. Police arrested them driving around river in stolen jet sky wearing blue suits and neck ties over their heads screaming at local water-way police. "Banzai!"

The next day our heroes were trying on their prison uniforms their Captain was on right altitude and speed flying to private airport. He mixed in with world's most famous rock band to work as equipment assistant.

In the night our Simon was in his prison cell and he was thinking to himself. "She felt so good on him riding reverse cowgirl saying Sliht to him." Ignacius in opposite cell thought to himself they will have to tattoo tear drops on their cheeks.

The very next morning Ignacius told Simon they assigned him D911 number and Simon told him he was A113 prisoner.

They had a week before the final court trial and had good lessons about prison life.

It felt a little odd in gothic built prison barracks separated with narrow corridors as they walked, all inmates looking at them as they did something wrong. Knowing they were in for a rape and murder trial since they had no proof left. They felt guilty.

The morning Ignacius was having his morning shower in steam packed showeroom with four facets near toilet seat off the entrance. He sprays water on inmate taking his clothes off.

He took a moment to brush water off his eyes to look at Ignacius and then he told his friends to stand watch at the door. He took his top off and from his sleeve a small razer in between his fingertips.

"Now you are focked mate."

The other guys captured D911 by his armpits, taking him naked to the walls while hot shower sprayed.

He kicked his feet away but the strength of the grip over his shoulders were too strong. He shouted but one inmate closed his mouth with his palm of his hand.

Simon walked to have his morning shower with his new friends to learn the door are held closed.

"What is the plug, ladies?"

He kicked doors open enough to see they are attempting to cut his friend.

With little thinking he run in and his group of friends too.

They grabbed the men attempting to block the doors by their shoulders and did wrestle them down below the waist to smack their skulls to the walls.

Simon rushed forward and kicked the guy in his back from off his way who held a prison weapon.

Men lost their concentration allowing Ignacius set his right arm free to punch guy on his left on stomach while he was not letting go off his arm.

Ignacius used his left arm to twist around the arm was holding him and with light hip twist he broke it to pieces.

He pushed them together and kicked both aside as they slipped on soap covered floor knocking their breath out off their lungs creating a feeling they cannot breathe in.

"Are you ok?"

"This one is a nasty piece of shat!"

"Guys, hold the doors till I place him where he belongs!" Then Simon picked him off the floor by his neck and pulled him to the toilet seat.

"I was only teaching our rookie a lesson."

Simon took no time listening to him beg for mercy and flipped him overhead, drowning his head in the toilet feces.

"I think your foul mouth belongs here." Simon was thinking while he was gasping for air in the dirt.

***

When Ignacius finished telling his prison story it amazed Mage about their prison school.

"It sounds a little like a life Ignacius."

"I would not call it but it was like no other experience I felt."

"You guys try easy next time and no slapping random asses while in a mission no matter how much honey you think you will find inside."

"Yes, the sex was great but who could tell it was a serial psychopath who did kill them after the girls left our bedroom before their morning flight."

"You should keep your battle ship mast to yourself. We focus on mission we could go home and then maybe I let you have some because you and Simon are like sex addicts."

Simon walks with a smile. "We are maybe addicts but who loves a good possy they can find."

Their conversation stops when our Detective Simpleton is reporting good news.