《Checkpoint》Crime spree part 1
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Mal was hunched over a box inside of a alley, dressed in their disguise. As they worked they sung a classical song to themselves.
gypsy, oh tell me,
does she want to marry me?
mal duck taped two aerosol cans together, both ready to burst at any moment. Then Placed them on top of a pile of shredded paper and dry leaves for kindling
gypsy, oh tell me,
when will the wedding be
a can of turpentine placed next to the aerosol cans, was getting charcoal lighter fluid poured on it
she cried,
she cried,
mal took a bucket of paint thinner and began spreading it around
listen to what the Gypsy said,
oh, no no no no no no no
they got up, splashing the flammable liquid onto the nearby building,
Listen to what the gypsy said,
oh no no no no no no no
mal climbed through the broken window of the building and opened a bottle of nail polish remover
Gypsy! Say it ain’t true
mal began pouring it onto the carpet
watch out, oooh she doesn’t love you
watch out, ooh she doesn’t love you
Tossing the empty bottle aside, mal took a bottle of bleach from underneath the sink, and splashed it on the cabinets
Gypsy! Say it ain’t true!
they continued to sing to themself as they did a spin, spraying a can of hairspray as they did
watch out, ooh she doesn’t love you!
they stopped spraying, did a bow, then climbed out the window. They finished up by, going back with the fire box, placing the box in the room, and leaving out the window again.
Taking a couple steps back, mal took a look at their work and deemed it suitable. Taking even more steps back until they were about 10 feet away from the building (About 3.02 meters), mal pulled a bottle of ‘damn Daniel’s white vodka’ (I was trying to think of an alternative to jack Daniels, and my brain did this) with a soaked rag stuffed in the top, with a ‘dic’ lighter in the other hand, (someone stop me) they lit the rag and threw the Molotov at the house, lighting it in flames.
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the house belonged to Mal’s aunt Betty, who testified against them in court, (wow petty) and they took a few seconds to enjoy the display, before running away. Even as they ran, the contents of the ‘fire box’ could be heard combusting and exploding in the distance. On to the next target.
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with a ‘click’, Mal had finished rigging a bomb to the door of a storefront. Stepping out the back door before blocking it shut, mal moved on to the next building.
with the materials from shops, bomb making was much easier, which is why mal was currently planting door bombs in near by buildings, (okay, i’ll let y’all have a hint about Mal’s past) luckily for mal, an old coworker had taught them how to rig explosives to detonate upon the opening of a door. (What the fuck was your job mal?)
mal wonder what their old company was up to, they haven’t met in person in twenty years, and had lost contact 15 years ago. Mal made a note to take a visit to one of their warehouses after they were done with this stuff, it should have lots of useful items for them.
Mal took a look at the sky, the smoke from aunt Betty’s house could be seen even from the storefront, a mile away, nice. “Oh well, time to get back to work” mal announced as they strolled to the next store.
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