Chapter 2 - Baker's Dozen
By mgangel1124
Notes on Hikki's accent:
"ee" = "weird"
"z" = "s" or "th"
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Hikki nearly dropped the pan of scones he was taking out of the oven.
"Wake up! Don't drop ze baked goodz!" the customer shook him out of his thoughts.
"Zorry, Meeszter Argeno, eet won't happen ageen," Hikki apologized.
(In case it wasn't obvious, they're French.)
"Make zure that eet doezn't. Eet'z a god theeng you're pretty." Argeno left in a grumpy mood, mumbling something about candy.
Raef's been keednapped? Ze azzazzeen haz been caught? We must geet ze word out to ze ozers! Hikki thought.
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The resistantce movement had a secret way of communicating. An unknown member would insert a paper with the meeting information into copies of the magazine Ray=Out, which would be delivered to the resistance members. Also, they all wore sequined cloaks and feathered Mardi Gras masks so they couldn't identify each other. Plus, even if somebody did go to the cops, who'd believe a bunch of people dressed like that would be planning a revolution and not an orgy or something?
Anyway, the meeting was set for midnight at Trunks' Pub and Dance Dance Revolution Hut, a popular tavern/video game dance hangout on the outskirts of Orly. The pub had been closed down for fire hazard violations several times, but he always reopened it. Trunks was usually passed out by 10:30 at night after a long day of barkeeping and defending his title of ultimate DDR master, so he didn't really care if his patrons planned an illegal rebellion after hours as long as they paid for their drinks and didn't threaten his high score.
"Zalright, we have two dayz to rezcue our captured comrade. And we must alzo feend out where Raef eez be-eeng held and--" Hikki was suddenly interrupted.
"Hey, hold on a minute! How come the foreigner gets to be in charge! He might be an enemy!" some stupid new guy yelled out.
"Oh for the love of Spam!" one woman snapped back. "Because he's French, and we all know that those guys really know how to have a revolution."
There was a general murmur of agreement; the French were pretty good at that.
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Twenty minutes later, half of them were drunk and passed out and not paying attention to the few people who were making the real plans. Those alcoholics were just going to end up being useless scapegoats and red herrings should something go wrong. There was a small group of them huddled around a table.
"Zanks for ze zupport, Zpeece." (Hikki couldn't pronounce the name Spice right with the accent.)
Spice waved her hand. "No problem. I've been wanting to get back at Ozzal ever since she shut down my Spam factory."
"We've all got our own reasons for wanting this to happen, you know," Angel said. She was relatively new compared to the others.
"So what's your reason, kiddo?" Gottel jeered.
"None of your business," she snapped. "But at least it's better than yours. You're just angry because her guards mutilated your ass during a riot a couple years ago."
"And you're pissed because your boyfriend dumped you to go work for Ozzal," Spice said.
Angel glared at her. "You forgot to mention that Matrix also killed my father, then stole his invention blueprints and butchered them to fit in with his perverted ideas. I think I have a right to be a little ticked off."
"Aarg! I don't know me real name!" In truth, nobody else knew this guy's real name either. He was one of the original members of the Blacken Syndicate before they were sold out by one of its members. He was caught and tortured for information and lost his mind in the process. Now he thought he was a pirate captain from the country of Yemen, which is why everyone called him Captain Yemman. Also, he coudln't spell, so his name was spelled wrong.
"And what's in it for you, Mr. Hikki?" Angel asked him.
"Me? Nuzzing really. Ee'm French. We juzt leek to ztart revoluteeonz."
Spice cleared her throat. "All right then, so how are we supposed to rescue this guy?" It was amazing that she was the one to get the conversation back on track. Usually she would shanghai a conversation and go on and on about her spam.
"We have an eenformant heed-den among Ozzal's zecureetee team. He waz azzeegned zere aftar ze faeeled attack. He eez known as Deeno." (Once again, Hikki's thick accent didn't let him say the name Dino right.)
"Arrg! And this parrot knows where the treasure be buried?"
"Yes, Captain Yemman, we'll find the buried treasure," Gottel said wearily.
"We'll need a dee-ver-zeeon. Zo Ee'm bake-eng a beeg cake for ze ozer guardz to celebrate ze capture and exzecuteeon of ze cree-mee-nal. Now, one of you ladeez weell need to jump out az a ztree-per to make sure we 'ave zheer attenteeon."
Angel stood up. "I'll do it as long as I can get my revenge later."
"Yeah, yeah, we know." Spice rolled her eyes. "Now what about the rest of us?"
"Aftar we get Deeno's eenformateeon, we'll meet up weez anuzzer brance of ze zen-dee-cate. Zome of uz weell rezcue ze preezoner, and ze ozers weell look for ze boy Raef."
"And when are we leaving?"
"Een two hours. Geet ready."
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Character/Name References:
Pirate guy = myname
Security guard Dino = Odin
Notes on Hikki's accent:
"ee" = "weird"
"z" = "s" or "th"
**********
Hikki nearly dropped the pan of scones he was taking out of the oven.
"Wake up! Don't drop ze baked goodz!" the customer shook him out of his thoughts.
"Zorry, Meeszter Argeno, eet won't happen ageen," Hikki apologized.
(In case it wasn't obvious, they're French.)
"Make zure that eet doezn't. Eet'z a god theeng you're pretty." Argeno left in a grumpy mood, mumbling something about candy.
Raef's been keednapped? Ze azzazzeen haz been caught? We must geet ze word out to ze ozers! Hikki thought.
**********
The resistantce movement had a secret way of communicating. An unknown member would insert a paper with the meeting information into copies of the magazine Ray=Out, which would be delivered to the resistance members. Also, they all wore sequined cloaks and feathered Mardi Gras masks so they couldn't identify each other. Plus, even if somebody did go to the cops, who'd believe a bunch of people dressed like that would be planning a revolution and not an orgy or something?
Anyway, the meeting was set for midnight at Trunks' Pub and Dance Dance Revolution Hut, a popular tavern/video game dance hangout on the outskirts of Orly. The pub had been closed down for fire hazard violations several times, but he always reopened it. Trunks was usually passed out by 10:30 at night after a long day of barkeeping and defending his title of ultimate DDR master, so he didn't really care if his patrons planned an illegal rebellion after hours as long as they paid for their drinks and didn't threaten his high score.
"Zalright, we have two dayz to rezcue our captured comrade. And we must alzo feend out where Raef eez be-eeng held and--" Hikki was suddenly interrupted.
"Hey, hold on a minute! How come the foreigner gets to be in charge! He might be an enemy!" some stupid new guy yelled out.
"Oh for the love of Spam!" one woman snapped back. "Because he's French, and we all know that those guys really know how to have a revolution."
There was a general murmur of agreement; the French were pretty good at that.
**********
Twenty minutes later, half of them were drunk and passed out and not paying attention to the few people who were making the real plans. Those alcoholics were just going to end up being useless scapegoats and red herrings should something go wrong. There was a small group of them huddled around a table.
"Zanks for ze zupport, Zpeece." (Hikki couldn't pronounce the name Spice right with the accent.)
Spice waved her hand. "No problem. I've been wanting to get back at Ozzal ever since she shut down my Spam factory."
"We've all got our own reasons for wanting this to happen, you know," Angel said. She was relatively new compared to the others.
"So what's your reason, kiddo?" Gottel jeered.
"None of your business," she snapped. "But at least it's better than yours. You're just angry because her guards mutilated your ass during a riot a couple years ago."
"And you're pissed because your boyfriend dumped you to go work for Ozzal," Spice said.
Angel glared at her. "You forgot to mention that Matrix also killed my father, then stole his invention blueprints and butchered them to fit in with his perverted ideas. I think I have a right to be a little ticked off."
"Aarg! I don't know me real name!" In truth, nobody else knew this guy's real name either. He was one of the original members of the Blacken Syndicate before they were sold out by one of its members. He was caught and tortured for information and lost his mind in the process. Now he thought he was a pirate captain from the country of Yemen, which is why everyone called him Captain Yemman. Also, he coudln't spell, so his name was spelled wrong.
"And what's in it for you, Mr. Hikki?" Angel asked him.
"Me? Nuzzing really. Ee'm French. We juzt leek to ztart revoluteeonz."
Spice cleared her throat. "All right then, so how are we supposed to rescue this guy?" It was amazing that she was the one to get the conversation back on track. Usually she would shanghai a conversation and go on and on about her spam.
"We have an eenformant heed-den among Ozzal's zecureetee team. He waz azzeegned zere aftar ze faeeled attack. He eez known as Deeno." (Once again, Hikki's thick accent didn't let him say the name Dino right.)
"Arrg! And this parrot knows where the treasure be buried?"
"Yes, Captain Yemman, we'll find the buried treasure," Gottel said wearily.
"We'll need a dee-ver-zeeon. Zo Ee'm bake-eng a beeg cake for ze ozer guardz to celebrate ze capture and exzecuteeon of ze cree-mee-nal. Now, one of you ladeez weell need to jump out az a ztree-per to make sure we 'ave zheer attenteeon."
Angel stood up. "I'll do it as long as I can get my revenge later."
"Yeah, yeah, we know." Spice rolled her eyes. "Now what about the rest of us?"
"Aftar we get Deeno's eenformateeon, we'll meet up weez anuzzer brance of ze zen-dee-cate. Zome of uz weell rezcue ze preezoner, and ze ozers weell look for ze boy Raef."
"And when are we leaving?"
"Een two hours. Geet ready."
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Character/Name References:
Pirate guy = myname
Security guard Dino = Odin