The Adventures of Red Gun

It was a dull morning in Seattle. Grey mist hung lightly in the air. Jackie Robinson strolled along the small paved streets of the Ballard neighborhood.

He reached his destination: a red brick building with stained windows and old wooden doors. It was square_shaped and only rose 19 metres into the air.

Jackie walked in. The hall inside the building was fifteen metres wide and was empty; Jackie could hear all sounds: a man excreting in a toilet nearby; a worker moping the stairs; and a secretary typing on a desktop computer on the reception desk.

She spotted him.

"Mr Robinson,you finally arrived. The boss was getting worried." She said the words with a blank smile and strained look.

Jackie swallowed back his fear.

"I was caught up by the COVID_19 health officials." He managed to say.

She smiled." Well, you're here now." The secretary stood up." This way."

she led him to a green set of doors at the end of a hall at the top of the building. A small sign at the door said; Please do enjoy these last moment, red gun is ahead.☠️☠️☠️

The door opened, a man with a blank expression walked past them.

"Enter." The secretary said.

Jackie stepped in.

The secretary walked away.

The room was like every other criminal boss's headquarters: no contact with the outside world and a rich table with pictures of their families and a high class Persian rug on the ground. On the walls were newspaper articles of "Red Gun the Crime Master".

Sitting on the dear chair was a burly Indian typing on a desktop computer.

He looked up at Jackie.

"Oh,my favourite distant relative has arrived!"

"Yes." Jackie cracked.

"You finished the job?"

"Yes, north side bank is dry. I managed to get the 50,000,000 USD."

"You sent it to Crevice Crimes Commission's account?"

"All done,boss."

"Now,stop quaking with fear and sit down,you white boy!!!"

"I'm fine standing."

"Ok,as you wish."Red Gun sighed." I want to give you your chest_frisbee™, the sign of triple C." He pressed an extra button on his custom_made alien® desktop computer.

A black briefcase jutted out of the desk, literally. Red Gun used the mouse pad of his desktop computer to control the briefcase. The case opened itself. Inside it was a red disc that looked like a normal frisbee.

Except it wasn't.

This was a red triple C metallic disc. It could connect to your heart and make you have all these cool powers like indestructibility, super strength, aero navigability.

In short,it was cool.

The disc lifted from the briefcase and a couple of white lights beams turned on. The disc flew to Jackie's chest and plastered itself in.

The disc was almost weightless and feeling less; only the slight warm feeling of electrical iron spread over his chest.

"Well,it fits you. So I guess you're the next 'Red Gun.'"

"It fits everyone." Jackie muttered.

"What?" The previous Red Gun said.

"Nothing, Jonathan boss." Jackie wisely reacted.

"As you know, when an agent of triple C is given that disc, they have an ' initiation mission'. Well, yours is at a terrible period. With COVID_19 and all.

"Recently, the triple C has been threatened by the ' Viper gang '. This is a new cartel and it is growing,fast. It is led by E`l Ra`dos Pere`z, a.k.a ' the businessgun' a.k.a ' bullet' . He is developing a power suit to pulverise triple C. It is due to be completed by tomorrow. I want you to-"

That's when it happened.

Two rays of red fire blasted through the walls and sent bricks everywhere. Luckily for Jackie Robinson, he had the disc on his chest. It extended a thin layer of metal across his arms and legs; all around his body, basically. His head was covered by a super thin layer of iron sheet.(the sheet regulated it's size with his hair,it was comfy,by the way) His face was engulfed in titanium glass.

He was thrown back.

Out of the hole created in the wall came in a man in a black suit. He landed on the ground.

A sign appeared on his chest:

' The Businessgun'

CHAPTER TWO

Aaah, the businessgun.

When you hear that name, you imagine a huge monster_man with guns coming out of his hands and all.

Well,(spoiler alert!!) the man standing in front of Jackie was barely scary or terrifying.

He was scarcely five feet. He was a Cherokee, probably. His eyes were chocolatey,(somehow) that just added the anxed in Jackie. Bullet's face was horribly grazed with ghastly welts;his hair grey,only inches tall; with a head shaped like a sphere,his flat long chin coexisted well with his long black lips and his gigantic nose.

His power suit was shaded like black ebony: long black flexible metallic coating with luminous lights flashing from various sources. His face was left free but an astronaut's helmet covered his head.

Peep,peep. His machine beeped." Red Gun, I am Bullet, the leader of the Viper gang a.k.a the Vipers. I won't waste your valuable time,so let me get down to it: triple C is going down. The Vipers are planning on a new project, project ' Sting '...

"We will launch it on August 1st, the day of Sting-suit,as we call it. I want you to go to Venice,there you will find our international platform: Water Crime. There you'll meet up with my friend Malcolm Pesci. You will plan and complete a heist of meteorite xxx 090129ad. It's been held in Ricerca Designata Di Spazio Servizio. Bring it back by July 28th or else all of triple C'S crimes and base quarters are released to INTERPOL on the 29th. After that,you won't survive. And..." He lifted his palm to Jonathan boss," I'm taking the previous Red Gun and half of triple C'S funds with me for assurance." He blasted Jonathan with his suit: long endless white flames hit Jonathan,consumed him, and went back into Bullet's suit.

Bullet grinned maliciously.

He disappeared into white flames:then the flames were gone,too

Jackie was left there,on his own,scared,puzzled and hopeless...