The Heist: Beat Down, #2

By Michael S. Hunter

Russell T. Goode's prized vegetables have been stolen, and all the evidence points to Kurt Sniveller. Picking up a signal on the mysterious chicken radio, Russell and his friends must travel to Scotland to face off against Sniveller and his henchmen. But what will they find beneath the waters of Loch Guess? And who is the stranger on Russell's tail?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AMMFA Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524232542

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The Heist

The Heist

Beat Down Episode 2

Michael S Hunter

AMMFA Publishing

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Beat Down—Episode 2: The Heist

Copyright © Michael S. Hunter 2012

Published by AMMFA Publishing

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The right of Michael S. Hunter to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the Author.

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This story is a work of fiction and is a product of the Author’s imagination. All resemblances to actual locations or to persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

Also by Michael S. Hunter

The Beat Down! novella series

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Beat Down 1—Clones

Beat Down 2—The Heist

Beat Down 3—Badassaur!

Beat Down 4—The Sneevla

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Michael S. Hunter was born at the dawn of time and now resides somewhere south of midnight in a quaint little town known as Valhalla. He is a former professional wrestler and a fulltime badass who spends his time breaking rocks with his bare hands and snapping trees over his knees. He believes that morality and virtues are important regardless of your political or religious beliefs and that no home is complete without at least one cat.

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The Heist

Russell T. Goode had just finished winning the Inter-Regional Championship for an unprecedented twelfth time when his manager, Rip T. Chest, beckoned him over to the corner of the ring.

‘Russell, quickly! We’ve just had some bad news!’

‘Can’t I just milk the crowd for a few minutes first?’

‘No!’

Russell turned back to where his opponent, Vince The Volcano Voltaire, lay writhing in pretend pain having been destroyed by a pre-arranged Bumstone, one of Russell’s two signature moves, the other being, of course, the infamous Sludgehammer. Russell used the latter sparingly these days after the trouble it had caused with his old rival, Kurt Sniveller.

‘Good match, Vince,’ Russell said, giving his opponent a wink. ‘You fight well for a chump.’ Vince gave a quick grin only Russell could see, then got back to groaning in fake pain as he crawled in defeat towards the edge of the ring.

Russell raised his arms to the crowd and gave them a bicep flex in appreciation. Dozens of hot chicks screamed their adoration at him and he lapped it up like a starving dog drinking curdled milk.

‘Russell! Today!’

Russell ambled over to the corner. Marny, his blonde-haired, teenage intern assistant, immediately began mopping the sweat off Russell’s impressive body and squeezing it out into bottles. The sweat, diluted and sold on the merchandise stands after Russell’s fights had gone up in price after what had happened on the small island off the British coast. With its bizarre, over-sized flora and fauna, Russell Island (as it had been lovingly renamed) had become a tourist attraction to rival Euro Disney, all thanks to Russell’s genetics.

‘Big problem, Russ,’ Rip said. ‘You’re not going to believe it.’

‘Oh, I will, since you pretty much never lie.’

‘The old biddy who lives next door to you reported to the police that someone broke into your garden. Apparently your greenhouse has been cleaned out. All your vegetables have been stolen.’

Russell almost fainted with shock. ‘Please tell me you’re joking?’

Rip glared at him. ‘Russell, I don’t joke. I make sarcastic remarks, but that’s not the same thing.’

‘You should, particularly about this. You do know that those aren’t just regular vegetables?’

‘Of course I do. I helped you plant half of them because you were too cheap to pay Marny overtime. We’d better get back there and try to find out what happened.’

Russell, Rip and Marny took the bus up to the hilly suburb where Russell lived. Now that there was almost no oil left in the world there were no private cars, of course, only public transport that ran on bio-fuel. Russell was a champion for the environment, and having spotted a TV camera crew also riding the bus, had given up his seat to three different old women in order to attract their attention and get another TV commercial contract. When they seemed uninterested, he had tried giving up his seat to Rip and Marny in turn, but to no avail. Only when they all got off at the same stop did they suddenly take an interest.

‘Russell T. Goode? We’re from Wrestling TV Nation. We received an anonymous tip off about a burglary. Can you tell us what was stolen?’

Russell, posing and preening like a rooster, hadn’t been paying attention. ‘What?’ he said. ‘Oh, yeah. Well, let me go and see.’

Trailed by the TV crew, Russell, Rip and Marny went around to the back of Russell’s surprisingly modest house. While below ground there were three floors of awesomeness, including a home cinema, a swimming pool (complete with slides and a wave generator) and an extensive weights room, Russell had, of course, been considerate of his neighbours and the beauty of the view when building his abode, so that above ground there was just a simple single-story bungalow, complete with a rooftop garden designed to reflect the sun’s heat.

Around the back was a large greenhouse. The lock on the front door had been broken off