THE CHRONICLES OF COPPER BOOM:PARTY OVERKILLby Tara O'Donnell Cover Art by Stephanie O'Donnell Smashwords Edition 2012This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
KINGSTONFirst thing you gotta know is this: I never meant to be at that party in the first place. Anyone who knows me for longer than a minute will swear on a stack of Bibles, or whatever they believe in, that a kid's birthday party, especially one that's all pretty in pink, would never be on my daily agenda. My plan that morning was to get up, grab some grub and maybe a decent cup of coffee before packing up my guns and heading out to meet those guys at the taxi stand where we'd go over our routine for robbing that jewelry store at noon.One of the dumb questions I tend to get is "Hey, why do you need guns or any kind of weapons when you have a set of four other arms there ,huh?" Well ,for one thing, they're more like limbs than arms, since they don't have any hands, and just because a guy is mutated by a supposedly secret government experiment and turns into a giant snake man, that doesn't mean he gets a bunch of extra super powers in the bargain there.
Sure, I'm stronger than the average bunch of pro wrestlers on TV(on and off of steroids)and having a couple of stretchy tentacles is a nice advantage in a fight, but nothing beats a good AK for clearing the room when you need to get the hell away from Johnny Law. Nothing personal when it comes to the cops there, I used to be a soldier after all. But, hey, I'm on the other side of that barb wired fence now so you can't be a sweetheart when the choice is between you or me when it comes to getting out of DodgeAs to the job itself that day, I got only three words to say about that: Craigslist, never again! Freelance may sound like a great deal but trust me on this one,sometimes you're a lot better off dealing with professionals.
Especially ones who know that checking out the layout of your target building means walking around the actual place or at least taking a look at the fricking blueprints ,not just taking the word of your cousin's brother's buddy who used to sell T shirts at a stand in the mall nearby about where all the good exits in the joint are.Anyway,as that whole heist went straight to hell in a handbasket,my main priority was me but since one of the other geniuses that I was with brought a portable flame thrower with him to rob a diamond expo(moron is too good of a word for that jackass, glad he got twenty to life from the judge), my overcoat was fried like a cheap piece of bacon which made my getaway that much harder.