3 Guns Grace

By Joseph Bowers

3 Guns Grace is a story of where vampires lycan and what not exist in a somewhat civilized society. Due to years of bad representation the vampire populace is trying to fit in via the fetus pill. The fetus pill is the vampire hope for fertilization as well as a means for the lycan to advance their social status with the help of witches, wiccans, and wizards.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503533622

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Copyright © 2015 by joseph bowers.

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Contents

Summary

Prologue

Chapter 1   Hello Grace

Chapter 2   The Tasmanian Tail Wax

Chapter 3   Everybody Lovejugs, but Nobody Likes Johnny

Chapter 4   Please Add Air Freshener to the Lovedome

Chapter 5   Spaced Home Invaders

Chapter 6   The Witching Hour

Chapter 7   Too Much Dirty Dancing

Chapter 8   Desolation of the Police Station

Chapter 9   Gossamer is a 3-syllable word

Chapter 10 Business Picks Up

Chapter 11 Without Thunder, There Will Still Be Rain

Chapter 12 The Setup

Chapter 13 Rock Me Like a Hurricane

Chapter 14 The Fall-out

Summary

3 Guns Grace is a story of vampires, lycans, and other supernatural creatures that exist in a somewhat-civilized society. Due to years of bad representation, the vampire populace is trying to fit in via the fetus pill. The fetus pill is the vampire hope for fertilization, as well as a means for the lycans to advance their social status with the help of witches, wiccans, and wizards.

The Van-Dean Corporation is helping the vampires in their cause with its research on the vampire fetus pill. Charles Dean, who is the President and CEO of Van-Dean Corporation, is also the brother to Celeste Dean, who was a female vampire in love with a lycan named Arthur Van. The couple came out into the open to avoid persecution at the request of their friends, Migina Blue and Grace Chatman. The day of Celeste and Arthur’s wedding, a punk came out of the crowd and slaughtered the young couple. Grace and Migina swore revenge. Grace dropped out of school to become a bounty hunter, and Migina became a lawyer. Migina’s cousin, Wilson Boone, joined them after the brutal slaughter of his and Migina’s grandfather, Stands with Thunder. The young punk Josiah, who murdered Celeste and Arthur, became North America’s first terrorist to reside within the continental boundaries. Josiah’s plan is to assassinate the president’s wife, therefore causing a civil war unlike anyone has ever seen.

Prologue

It is a new world with the revelation that there are actually things that go bump in the night. The legalization or naturalization of vampires, werewolves, shifters, witches, warlocks, and wiccans has created increased opportunity for capitalism to advance monetary gain – both legal and illegal. There has been a formation of a new government that is still a democracy with a President, Congress, and Senate, but this government no longer has the Republican and Democratic parties. Instead, there is the Vampire Council, the Lycan Coven, the American Shifters Advancement Party (A.S.A.P.), the Homosapien Conservative, which is divided by the Old Republican Democrat Differentials, the Native American Indians, who has come out of hiding and banded together to form the Tribal Nations, and the Witches, Warlocks, and Wiccans Consulate.

The Vampire Council is ruled by 5 of the first 10 vampires ever created. Due to the vampire’s ability to hypnotize people, they are represented by certain individuals. For those with political aspirations, these vampires are able to go as far as Senator or Congressman. They try and prosecute their own kind, but as far as policing them that falls to anyone who wants to be an officer of the law.

One king governs the lycans, but the king’s will is represented through a coven that is a group of the oldest werewolves alive. These werewolves spread the news to all the pack leaders throughout the country. They choose to allow the law to govern the pack, but they carry out the sentences on their own kind.

The witches and warlocks have joined forces with the wiccans to form a conservative alliance that is very political, as the leader of the witches and warlocks often clash with the wiccans. They govern themselves, but when it comes to breaking the law, they have certain mistrust and would prefer it handled by a duly appointed member from their legal department.

The A.S.A.P. group tries to remain hidden. By pursuing their own individual agendas, they are able to escape a lot of the more harsh principals of the judicial system.

The Native American Indian tribes, however, have seen the writing on the wall for years and commenced to form one big union where a million voices can be heard as one. Their Hiawatha and several council elders in Congress legally represent them.

All are learning to get along with each other in a fragile relationship that could break at any moment. For the time being though, all species are working on growth. For instance, the lycans have discovered they can combine mid-transformation between man and wolf to form into a changling, and the vampires have found an alternative to drinking human blood. Those that are not vampire, witch, or werewolf – a la the norms or homosapiens – just want peace and protection as cohabitants on this planet.

Johnson County, Kansas is one of the top five richest counties per capita in the United States. This county has somehow managed a rather peaceful transition into this strange new world the citizens find themselves in. Yet, the judicial system has been put to the test recently with councils, covens, consulates, and tribes formed to represent the various entities. This makes it hard to be an honest individual. However, there is crime, and it is prosecuted – which means that there are bail jumpers. And with bail jumpers come bounty hunters. There is no bounty hunter better then Abigale Grace Chatman, and her friend, Migina Blue, who is a changeling or shifter. Migina took her vows as a Native American Indian that she would only change into the totem Shawnee animals. She made this vow with her cousin, Wilson Ellison Boone, who is the challenger of the United Tribal Challenge. Boone wants to protect interest and property of all Native Americans from Alaskan natives to Seminoles. Boone is an all-around good guy, and probably the next Hiawatha.

Grace was on the trail of Josiah, a criminal mastermind and underworld gang leader who was connected with the assassination of a prominent vampire Congressman. To find Josiah, Grace and company, with the help of the local law enforcement, would have to work from the ground up. As bounty hunters, Grace and Migina are privatized citizens who actively engaged in law enforcement. It is the consensus that they do the chase down and the grunt work while the police department and sheriff stations get all the credit.

Chapter 1

Hello Grace

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At 11:01 p.m. on Highway 435 in East Kansas City, Kansas, a group of eight bikers were heading towards the local saloon called Nukahead on this tranquil dark night in the middle of June. The nefarious Ruffian Davis owns the Nukahead Saloon. Davis is a captain of America’s #1 terrorist Josiah. The populace does not know of Davis’s affiliation with Josiah. The bikers were in Kansas City to engage in some festivities, which may or may not be legal. They were also there to pick up a shipment of drugs.

The eight bikers belonged to the notorious Kansas City faction, Storm Riders 34. They are a ruthless gang, notorious for having members of affiliation with those with the extra genome that go bump in the night. However, these prospects are small cuts looking for trouble led by a lycanthropic threesome. These three had 5 other bikers with them on this night.

This threesome included Skinny Will, the biggest in the group who was a rather large man who wore a pirate eye-patch. Skinny Will was at least six-foot-four inches tall, tipping the scales at a whopping four hundred pounds. He was the muscle of this patrol. Wanted for grand larceny as well as assault on a castrated billy goat, Skinny Will was a seriously screwed-up individual.

Specks Ta’me was the comedy relief of the three as he steered from the sidecar of his motorcycle. On the steering column of the bike are remains of his dead uncle, which were turned into a drinking mug. Specks was slender in frame, and he was always seen wearing flight goggles, either on his eyes or hanging on his forehead. On this night, he was also wearing a satin pink skullcap made from the briefs of his recent girlfriend Big Shirley, Skinny Will’s sister.

Then there was Ringo. This was his first week as the small pack leader of the seven misfits. The gang already had at least one hundred fifty warrants out for their incarceration. Ringo was a bold fellow who is quick to temper and always looking for a fight. He stood at five-foot-nine inches tall, with an average build that sometimes got him into a bit of trouble. Ringo has brown hair and slight stubble on his face. Wearing a skullcap and bandana duster to keep the sun and dirt out of his face and teeth, he rode his custom 72 Harley Davidson motorcycle as if he stole it, which he probably did.

Grace, using her persuasive powers of manipulation (meaning she beat the piss out of some folks to get the answers that she wanted), had set up a trap at the Nukahead Saloon for the eight scurvy devils. She had brokered a deal with the local sheriff to pick them up when she made the arrest. While she was hoping for Josiah to be at Nukahead, she would settle for Mad Dog McGee. What she got was Ringo, Skinny Will, Specks and five other bikers.

It was a busy night at the bar as the Storm Riders 34 gang pulled up to Nukaheads. The parking lot was full of motorcycle – about 100 in count, including the Dirty Devils and the Apocalypse 12, who were both there for a party. There were also some automobile club members, like the Kansas City Mustangs. They worked with old and new Ford Mustangs, both legal and stolen. This gang was here for business and pleasure. Ringo had been chosen to pick up a special shipment of the krokodile drug from the Russian mafia by order of his captain, Mad Dog McGee, since Davis was going to be away on other matters.

Inside the bar was hopping. A honky-tonk band, the banshee duo of Tammy Gaye and Marvin Terrell, was playing their Golden Oldies retro songs. A quartet of lycan bouncers stood at the door for I.D. and illicit drug checks. As the gang entered the front door, there was an area to shoot pool on the right. The few at the four pool tables were gambling, playing games like Knockout and 8-Ball. On the left, the women, who weren’t dancing in cages or on poles, were playing in the pool fountain while others mingled drunkenly, going from table to table.

Then there was an area for poker players and other gamblers alike. A bar separated the dance floor where several people were conversing. A wiccan head bartender and two shifter bar backs served a variety of drinks, including the Toxic Tonic. Next to the bar before the restrooms was the jukebox, which nobody really paid attention to. Behind the jukebox was the entrance to a tunnel that led to a processing room for distributors. Before that, they had an entrance into the Vapor Lounge where nonsmokers and hydro pods could go to enjoy their electronic air vaporizing cigarettes. All of these activities were viewed from the upstairs Roadhouse Room where bar management or Ruffian Davis himself when he was in town would observe. Most of the servers were vampires who had been in their first or second year since being turned. They worked here as favors for their makers. Davis tried to keep his bar a complete mixture of people, and he invited all kinds of customers to make his business look legit.

The bar was contacted earlier about Grace’s sting operation, and the management was made aware that things may get messy if Mr. Davis decided to bail out of town on this very night. With only 250 people in the building though, the manager thought that his staff could handle it. However, they were not prepared for what was about to go down.

Skinny Will, Ringo, and Specks Ta’me dismounted from their bikes. Specks rose from the sidecar of his motorcycle. They headed inside to engage in the business of pleasure. The remaining five bikers waited outside as insurance and security, in case something went wrong. After entering the Nukahead Saloon, the threesome looked around and headed towards the jukebox in the corner of the bar.

Ringo was in a feisty mood and liked to pick on Specks. He viewed him as a soft person and was always trying to toughen him up. He looked over to the thin-framed man and said, Specks, no spirit fingers on the air guitar or Skinny Will’s going to cut your hands off and use them as shit paper.

Skinny Will was not in a good mood. He was hungry from the long, rattling ride on his chopper, and he was horny, but he didn’t have the funds for prostitutes. He was also irritated because his sister had been riding his case about Ringo picking on Specks. Skinny Will responded, Ain’t no blue river country cause that shit gives me the runs.

Specks Ta`me hadn’t been a member of the gang for very long. The need to belong had made his skin rather thick when it came to insults. He had never been a man of many words, but when he did speak, it was usually straight to the point. His all-knowing answer was almost always yeah, yeah, yeah.

Halfway to the jukebox, Skinny Will caught an alluring smell from the bar. He turned to see a lovely young lady sitting at the bar by herself, and he gave a nudge to the other two. Then, in a very confident tone, Will said, Dibs because chicks dig eye patches.

Ringo scoffed, Your eye-patch gimmick is stupid, but I feel like Mexican tonight so introduce us already!! Ringo then nudged the big man forward to initiate conversation with the young, beautiful woman. He had seen the big man score several times with women of a lesser degree, and he was eager to see if he could conquer this challenge as well.

Specks was just along for the ride, so to speak. He had a funny feeling in his gut that was telling him that this may or may not end well. Reluctantly, he was ever the conversationalist, with the ability of a verbiage maestro or savant genius, he said, Yeah.

Skinny Will walked up besides the lady and gave her butt a bump with his hip, which caused her to spill her drink. She was around five-foot-five with tanned skin, and long, black hair with white streaks in it. She was wearing a long, curvy, red dress with yellow trim and wore a silk yellow scarf as well. She was calmly sitting at the bar, gazing at the screen, trying to enjoy her beverage when she was rudely interrupted.

Skinny Will said, Pardon me, ma’am. Allow me to get that for you. He tried to lean close and lap up the spilled drink. He fumbled with a handful of napkins, trying to dabble the drink off her clothes while also copping a cheap feel.

A little too close, he received a quick shove. Migina Blue replied, Not tonight. Thanks. I’m good. She smacked his hands off and took the napkins from the large man and continued to wipe the spilled drink off her soiled dress.

Skinny Will was one who did not take a hint. This stemmed all the way back to his days in grade school when his third-grade teacher told him to stop putting kids upside-down in the trashcan. He would then put the teacher there as well. This situation was no different as he responded, We will get you another drink, and then take your fine ass for a ride.

Migina Blue, with a bit of arrogance, said, Not on your life. Then she turned her nose up to the rotund would-be suitor and motioned to the bartender for another drink.

Specks Ta`me came out, with a very clever reply that no one outside his little clique could ever hope to comprehend, saying Yeah followed by a sinister laugh, Hahahahaha!

Migina Blue said, Thanks, but no thanks. I have a friend waiting for me at the table. Then she pointed over at a bunch of tables in the corner where a small crowd had gathered around.

Skinny Will looked around as if he were looking for a gentleman, who would have the gall to escort Migina, his latest target for affection. Skinny Will saw no one when he replied, Well, tell the dude to get lost!

Migina Blue, still uninterested said, The dude is a dame, and she is sitting at the table behind you. The bartender put a pair of drinks down in front of her. She laid some cash on the counter and turned.

Ringo, with a rationalization that she must not be into men which gives him delight, said to Migina Blue, Carpet-munching lesbians, huh? Well, we’re only in for one, but I got some friends outside so we can make it two as a devious smirk came across his face.

Migina pie-faced Ringo and said, No thanks, not interested. Now, I’m going to go join my friend. Feel free to leave the building and fall into a sinkhole. She started to walk away from a losing situation. She took a couple of steps when…

Skinny Will stepped to the side of Migina and smacked her on the buttocks. Then with a cheese- eating grin, he said, Oh no you don’t! My friend wanted Mexican tonight, and Taco Bell is closed. Then, to her disbelief, he stood in front of her, blocking the path to the table where her friend was sitting.

Specks was getting an adrenaline rush from the situation. He knew it was going to be trouble, and he thought he was ready. Ta`me, using his traditional verbal use of the word that signified high actions in his vocabulary, said, Yeayuh.

Ringo had been in trouble with the law over women in the past with some domestic and several implications of rape, but his legal team always found loopholes to get him out. He was a spoiled rich kid gone bad, using daddy’s oil money for whatever purposes suited him. It had been a couple of days since his last encounter with a female, and he was itching for some action. He looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, and then he proceeded to lean over her shoulder and said, So what can we get you to drink?

Migina knew the facade was drawing to a close. She had let the cat out of the bag when she said, You can buy me a drink, if you can tell me about this Josiah guy everybody is talking about on TV. (She pointed to the large plasma screen hanging on the wall.)

Speck’s knot in his stomach dropped like a large bowel movement. Shocked and surprised, he tried to macho it up when he meant to say, What? but all that came out was Huh?

Skinny Will knew what happened to rats in his gang, as he had carried out several lessons or worse in the past. He crossed his arms, and says, Dunno, never heard of him.

Ringo, with a bit of sarcastic defiance, replied, Ahh, that shit stain? Aaaah, I ah never heard of him either. He wasn’t having any part of that conversation so he tried to deflect and redirect the conversation elsewhere.

Migina knew she had hit a soft spot. She then drew it out a bit, looked calmly at Ringo, and said, What about Mad Dog then?

Skinny Will had a look of anger in his eyes when he grabbed Migina by the arm and said, "How do you know who Mad Dog is?

Ringo then grabbed Migina by the face. He put his hands around her chin, clinching her face with his first two fingers and thumb. Then he stepped closely and said, Don’t sour the mood, Taco. There were two ways this could have gone, and clearly this was the wrong way.

Grace, who was sitting in the corner wearing skintight white bell-bottom jeans, a blue and white checkerboard vest, and a long, black trench coat with black combat boots, observed the scene going down with her friend and decided to intrude. Clearing her throat, she said, Haruuummm. These ass-lickers wearing pork skin giving you trouble, Migina?

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Ringo turned to Grace and said, What the hell you say? He started to move towards the sound of her voice until Migina grabbed him by the arm. The three nefarious bikers surrounded her. Migina leaned to the side, and she said, No thanks. I’m good.

Skinny Will was not one to mess with. The eye-patch he wore was one he had taken off a guy who splashed water on his motorcycle. The homeless person was showering down at the Plaza at the horse statue fountain when Skinny Will drove by and got a few drops his way. He stopped traffic, and Will went and ripped out the homeless guy’s good eye. Then he punched him in the face and took his eye patch. When he heard the arrogance in Grace’s voice, it struck a chord in him. He then pointed at Grace and said, Who’s da’ bitch?

Ringo walked towards the table of the young lady and pulled out a knife. It was a typical survival knife with an eight-inch blade. Ringo said, I think she will leave soon.

Grace then kicked her feet up on the table, got comfortable and drew back her jacket. She replied in a calm, cool demeanor, I’m Grace. These are my escorts for the evening, Thing One as she pulled out a solid black glock with a pearl handle. This is Thing Two. She pulled out a silver- plated glock with a pearl handle and set it on the table. She removed her feet off the table and sat up straight and said, Now, if I were you flea-infested limp noodles, I would walk away from this scrap, but you’re here, which is good, because my drink is gone, and I forgot my bubble gum. My friend and I are bounty hunters. Care to answer a few questions before we take you in?

Skinny Will, with a look of believability, smiled slyly with all his pearly white teeth, and looked at Specks and said, This bitch thinks she is bad because she got heat.

Specks, with a nod of assurance, replied, Yeah.

Grace said confidently, You are the shits that brought toothpicks to a gunfight. I don’t need the heat to beat the flea-shit out of you. We are looking for your friend because he skipped bail.

Specks, having no clue as to what was about to transpire, looked one way, then the other and said, Huh?

Migina looked at Grace and said, Don’t butt in. I’m getting answers. They are about to tell me about Josiah and Mad Dog.

Ringo, with his hands on his hips, said in an angry tone, Listen bitch! You ain’t gettin’ shit out of us, and your friend owes us an apology.

Grace then put Thing One and Thing Two away. She walked towards her friend and said, Migina, your conversation is going nowhere fast.

Ringo then walked to a standing Grace and poked her in the chest, which may have been a mistake. Many people have put their hands near Grace in the past, but none with the audacity of Ringo. He squinted, then leaned over her and said, Just as I thought. You ain’t nothing but a poser.

Grace was easy to anger, and her temper quickly flared with fire in her eyes and anger in her hands. She shoved Ringo’s hand aside and then head-butted him in the face, breaking his nose.

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Ringo, who was in a bit pain with a bloody nose, said, Moder bitch pucker! You bay hab broden by dose! Then his eyes began to glow a bright yellow.

Grace put her hands on her hips and mimicked Ringo saying, Oh boohoohoo! Crying like a little baby… now get up before I stab your punk ass in the face with this cup. Then she waved him away as she brought a cup of sarsaparilla to her lips.

Skinny Will, the prognosticator, then grabbed the cup Grace was drinking out of. He turned it upside-down and poured the drink onto the table, saying, Batter up, bitch!

Grace looked at Skinny Will, looked at her drink, and then back at Skinny Will. She clinched her teeth. A devil-may-care look came across her face. Her muscles started to tense as her friend knew what was about to happen. Migina said in a soft voice, while shaking her head, Oh hell!

Grace quickly grabbed the cup like a quick-draw gunman from the Old West. She shoved it into Skinny Will’s face with immense force. Within the same action, she ripped Will’s lower jawbone out of his skin. Then she set it on the table as if it were a trophy.

In horror, shock, disbelief and excruciating agony, Will clawed at the spot where his lower jaw used to be. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The only sound heard was the gurgling sound of Will choking on his own blood that was squirting from his mouth.

Grace, on the other hand, leaned on the table. She turned to look at Ringo, who was still nursing his bloody nose. In defiance of his treatment earlier, she crossed her arms and said, Fuck you!!!

With all the commotion, the bar began to clear out. People stepped over people while rushing out the door. The vampire hosts were very gracious in the assistance of their services. They worked well with the lycan security crew to help empty the place. The two shifter bar backs changed into rats and got out of the building.

Ringo and Specks turned to look at each other as if to say what the hell just happened. Skinny Will was a big dude who had been in bunches of fights. How the hell could one woman do so much damage in such a short amount of time? Their eyes glowed a bright yellow as they approached Grace. Specks then shoved Migina into her seat.

Ringo, still with a bloody broken nose, said, You don’t doh who you are bessin wid.

Specks, with a sly grin on his face, lowered his goggles and used his special English language taught by the Merriam, Ks., educational system – Yeah – and then started to bark and howl like a wolf at the moon.

The lycanthropic transformation had begun as both men fell to their knees in pain transforming into a werewolf, the mid-shift between wolf and man. Skin shredded and burned as claws and fangs started to appear as well as fur.

The head bartender, after seeing the rotund man crash to the ground and the two werewolves in transformation, issued a loud, Last call for food and alcohol! The remaining crowd made haste, and exited the building assisted by security. Once outside, the bartender called the local sheriff’s department.

Suddenly on the jukebox, the closing song came on, which got a chuckle out of Grace, but not Migina. She was hoping to find answers and get a peaceful bounty from the ordeal, and here she was elbow and asshole deep in werewolf shit. Migina was a Native American of the Shawnee tribe, as well as a shifter, who had given an oath to only transform into Shawnee totem animals like an eagle, hawk, wolf, bear, puma and such. Without warning, Migina turned into a large Kodiak grizzly bear. As usual, the transformations were painful, and Migina made sure to take her clothes off first, leaving her nude for the transformation into the large creature. Suddenly, Migina let out a grizzly bear roar.

Ringo, who had also transformed into a werewolf, ferociously snapped at Grace with his mouth wide open and claws to the hilt. Ringo tried to bite Grace, but missed with a vicious hack and slash.

What followed next was truly a battle for the ages, complete with very colorful language from Grace, as she was accustomed to in her line of work, dealing with the extra human genomes’ many malicious ways of attacking. Yet, she was quite offended by this one.

Grace said, in an angry voice, Motha-fucking werewolves! She stood up, grabbing what had been Skinny Will’s lower jawbone, which was sitting on the table in front of her. Flea-infested, huckleberry carcass! She made haste in a very violent fashion. She headed towards the oncoming werewolf, leaping over the table, and shouted, The thing that pisses me off, while she turned the jawbone vertical and shoved it into Ringo’s mouth so he could not bite down. It’s that the limp-noodle lycans think that they run this place! She said this as she rolled into Ringo, placed him into an arm bar, only to dislocate his elbow to the point where the ulna protruded from the skin. Grace grabbed the exposed ulna, ripped it from the flesh, and finally impaled Ringo with his own forearm bone into his abdomen.

Ringo screamed in agony! Never had he faced such a ferocious opponent.

Grace then said, You dumb shit! You just brought a butter knife to a bazooka fight! She clasped her hands together into a giant fist and smashed Ringo in the face shattering the jawbone that had been in place, causing pieces of it to poke through the upper and lower jaw of the wolf. This sent Ringo crashing to the floor like a very tall tree cut from the ground. Grace then said, Punch you in the face! while she stood over her benevolent opponent.

Meanwhile, Migina, who was in the form of a grizzly bear, rose up to her two hindquarters to fight. Specks Ta’me, still in werewolf form, leapt to attack her. Migina caught and received her attacker. Then she did a barrel roll, right into a standing bear paw straight slap. She followed that with an overhand bear paw slap, sending Specks flying into Ringo.

Grace, while a bit startled and somewhat surprised by her friend’s quiet ferocity, looked towards the grizzly. She had a surprised look on her face and said, Daaang, if you were Japanese, that would have been a bear Jap slap!

Migina Blue then turned back into a nude five-foot-five version of herself. With an assuring smirk on her face and a bit of confidence in her step, Migina said, You should have been born a redhead with that fiery temper of yours.

Grace, thinking of the hypocrisy of the moment, said, I’m sure that sometime in my life, I may have been one.

Then, the two female bounty hunters approached what were once two very cocky, very assured alpha male bikers. Ringo and Specks Ta’me laid on the floor, stumbling to get up. As they were stepping over the still-choking Skinny Will carcass, the ladies made sure not to slip on the mess Will was making as he was bleeding out like a newfound oil tap. Migina took a jacket that was lying on the ground left by one of the bystanders and covered herself so the ladies could finish off their foes and begin interrogating them.

Ringo was in bad shape as his ulna was deep into his stomach. He had some pieces of Skinny Will’s jawbone in his nose and mouth that felt like shrapnel. Specks was the better of the lycanthropic trio, as his goggles were half on and half off his face. He kept shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, which caused the straps of his beloved goggles to be crooked on one side and drooped across his nose and around the bottom of his ear. Grace grabbed two hands full of flesh from Specks’ chest. She then slammed him into the wall with a thud!

Specks, who usually had to pay for such treatment from females, was startled by the strength in Grace’s grip. While he was a cauldron of soliloquy, he could only muster a few words, Aaaaah! Yeayuh! You’re killin’ me!

Grace said in a calm voice, For the record, my friend is Shawnee, not Latina. If you want to keep your flesh intact, you will tell us why you and your friends are here. Where can we find your boss? Now be a good pup, and tell us where he is! Her patience was being tested to the limit. Grace leaned so closely to Specks that she could see sweat beads formed on his brow. A demure smile came across his face.

All of a sudden, the walls and windows began to shake. A howling could be heard from outside. Migina, ever the worry wart, looked at Grace and said, Uhh, hey Grace! We are about to have company.

Grace, still with her forearm around Specks’ throat, said, In a minute, we will talk, Grace said, as she looked over at Migina, Tie them down. It looks like they came with friends.

Ringo had managed to stumble to the door and alert his five allies. They were still waiting on the outside of the bar, in case of any impending troubles. Ringo turned to Grace and Migina and said in a whiny southern California voice, Oww, shid fuckin bidges! while spewing blood and saliva. He bellowed, You’re all gonna pay now!

Glass shattered from all around. Grace stood her ground. A howl here and a growl there, the two ladies were surrounded!

Ringo, who was still spewing blood, said, We are doing to bake a bucking dasty bess ob dis place and you, you blonde-headed bitch!

Grace, unfazed by the harsh words or the clatter, drew her pistol Thing One and shot Ringo in the kneecap!

Ringo, screaming like a little girl, then said, Dammit ban you bucking shot by dee! Then he fell to his buttocks, clutching his knee in agony!

The first of the five attacked, coming through the front door, which caught Migina by surprise. She looked over at her friend and said, Graaaace… You could hear an unwavering skepticism in her voice. She hadn’t tied Specks down yet, and he was trying to break free.

Grace then pulled Thing Two and blasted Specks in the family jewels. With one shot, she had crippled his manhood!

Specks started to whimper, whine, and cry. He was writhing in agony, rolling on the floor.

Grace said, Oh shut up! They should grow back.

Migina, feeling a little astounded and possibly a little sorrow for Specks, said, He just lost his jellybeans!

Grace then turned with Thing One and Thing Two pointed squarely at the oncoming lycans. She looked up and shot a chandelier, which fell and impaled the oncoming man beast, pinning him to the ground. Through the window, two more appeared. Grace fired off ten tracking shots. Then she quickly grabbed two more cartridges. She cleared the guns and then reloaded. Grace fired off another seven shots and hit one of the lycans in the window several times. She mangled the werewolf’s foot with a couple of silver-tipped bullets. With a couple more clicks of the trigger, she shot off his hand. She then jumped onto the other werewolf in the window and dropkicked him. She used the momentum of crashing into the horrific monstrosity to slide across the room. In the same instant, she fired off seven more shots, killing the biker lycan.

Migina, on the other hand, had no guns. She just had what she inherited, and that was quite enough. She morphed into a prairie dog. Then she ran between the legs of one wolf attackers, only to turn back into a grizzly. She knocked the lycan to the ground. She then changed one more time into a diamondback rattler. She did that to give her attacker the rattler’s deadly kiss of death. Migina did that about twenty times in the face, and her friend Grace put him out of his misery with two more shots from Thing One and Two.

The final two biker werewolves used the high-low ground approach. One came crashing through the roof, and the other busted up from the flooring. Grace and Migina retreated behind the bar counter.

Grace said to her lifelong friend, How you doing, Migina? She was curious if shifting so much would put a strain on Migina system like it had in the past. One time, Migina had blacked out after shifting forms over five times.

Migina was a little pale from her previous transformation. She told Grace, I have a headache.

Grace replied, Are you sure it’s not a tumor?

It’s not a tumor, it’s just a headache! Migina said, as the two lady bounty hunters looked one another in the eye and laughed for a brief moment during the chaos.

Migina then said, At last count, we have two able-bodied lycans to go. They stink like ass mold. Can we please finish the booking and process already?

The biker lycan from the roof jumped up to the bar. He looked around, ready to pounce on his prey at a single moment’s notice. Grace quickly hit him, which caused him to fall on his face.

Grace then said, Open up, and say ahhh motherfucker! She put Thing One in his mouth. She proceeded to fire off three shots that went through his skull and into the remaining lycans on the floor.

Migina jumped the counter and broke a chair for its legs. She evaded two claw swipes and hit the wolf in the knees. She then impaled its hands to the floor. Grace finished the lycan off with two final shots to the head.

In the distance, sirens were heard as the local sheriff of Johnson County, the honorable Mr. James T. Pusser, and a couple of his deputies arrived. Specks Ta`me was still writhing in pain, and Skinny Will had passed out due to blood loss.

Ringo, however, had managed to make it to his bike. He had a slow-starting 72 Harley. The motorcycle had an old-school crank start, which on his third try, finally started. Grace and Migina followed the trail of Ringo’s blood out through the front entrance door.

Ringo said, Buck you all! I’ll be back with bore priends! He revved the engine, and then he started to pull out of the driveway to the bar.

Grace calmly holstered Thing One and Thing Two. She then pulled out a very large hand cannon about two and a half foot long. It had a barrel the size of a baby’s small head. She liked to call it Sugar Daddy. She carried it in a fancy sword holster that she had converted into a gun holster. Grace slowly took aim, calming her breath. When her breathing slowed, she took a deep breath as she pulled the trigger. With a big boom, she fired a single shot from Sugar Daddy, and fire came from the barrel of the miniature cannon. The kickback caused Grace to take three stutter steps back. However, the shot was on target. The blast from the gun incinerated the bike Ringo was driving. The impact sent him flying onto the oncoming sheriff’s car. He came to a halting crash, headfirst through the windshield!

When that happened, the shocked Deputy Junior Pusser turned to the sheriff and said, Daddy, it’s raining dinosauruses. Then he slammed on the brakes to the squad car, bringing the vehicle to a halt. The momentum from the sudden stop caused the body of Ringo to go airborne, flying into a ditch.

Sherriff James T. Pusser looked at his imbecilic son in disbelief at what he had just said. He put his hand on his son’s shoulder and then replied, What the hell! That ain’t no dinosaur, you idjet! That’s a wolf!

Due to Junior’s slamming on the brakes, there was a large hole in the front glass of the squad car. The momentum of the stopping vehicle had caused Ringo to go back through the windshield, leaving pieces of his flesh and blood on the glass. It was pretty clear that Ringo was not having a great evening as he went flying into a nearby ditch. His body lay impaled on the bottom of an old fence post. The following squad car had to swerve out of the way in order to not get hit by the body.

Grace and Migina walked