Chapter 15: Bulldog was finally regaining consciousness. He had an itch on his nose, but when he tried to move his hand to reach it, he was met with sharp resistance. His hands were tied to a chair. He was blindfolded. He could hear voices in the distance, but he couldn’t quite identify the speakers. One was proposing Bulldog be tossed down a mine shaft, the other arguing for a dip in the river with some heavy footwear. Bulldog tried to stand up. His feet were also bound tightly to the chair. How did this happen? Think, Bulldog. Think…sunny day…a stroll in the park…loose change on the ground…no harm in making a bit of money…see a penny, pick it up…aerosolized chemical agent…excruciating pain…blackout... Even with these vague memories, Bulldog had a strong suspicion as to who was behind this. He heard a creaky door open, and heavy footsteps approach. “Well, well, well, Bulldog. Predictable as ever. Still can’t resist a bit of loose change on the ground, can you?”...
Chapter 4: Bulldog interrupted brusquely, “Arrr…that be all?! Thought you’d have more!” “Silence!” shrieked the Captain pompously. He continued, “Therefore, by the power of the Queen of England, I sentence you to walk the plank.” The Captain rolled up the scroll and placed it back in his vest quipping, “Any last words before I carry out the sentence?” “Yeah,” growled Bad Eye, “Do you need a special booster seat to reach the helm of the ship, Little Guy?” The whole crew snickered at this remark. The Captain whipped his head around to silence his subordinates, then turned back to Bulldog and declared, “We shall see how funny you are when the sharks have you for dinner.” With that, the Captain slowly opened his overcoat to reveal a shiny pistol. Maintaining uninterrupted eye contact with Bad Eye, he leisurely removed the gun from his waistband, pointed it at Bulldog and said evenl...
Chapter 13 The door said Jaclynn Cherry CPA. There was a storm brewing outside the office as well as inside. Jaclynn was standing behind the desk sweating and the lightning outside illuminated her face. She was furiously shoving papers into her bag and burning the rest in a waste paper basket. Jaclynn had many famous clients, but the one client that was making her do all this was Bulldog White. She had been Bulldog’s accountant for years. And all those years she had been taking just a little off the top; not much, just enough so Bulldog wouldn’t notice. And he hadn’t noticed…until now!! Somehow Bulldog had found out about her bookkeeping, and the only thing Bulldog hated more than too much buttermilk in his cornbread was a crooked accountant. When Jaclynn was nervous she changed her pants. She was on her fifth pair now. Another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder sounded behind her. She turned toward...
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