Pheonix
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I was hoping you would be writing again!
So There I Was Again...Tales from the Road
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P95Carry
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Damn, damn and ..... treble damn! Ya can't keep a good writer down ..... oh my!
NC ... you're on a roll again ... and it's immense fun ... love it. I think you and Spillane must be genetically linked .... keep it up fella .... you got the audience.
<mutter> How does this guy do it ... ? Great stuff</mutter>
NC ... you're on a roll again ... and it's immense fun ... love it. I think you and Spillane must be genetically linked .... keep it up fella .... you got the audience.
<mutter> How does this guy do it ... ? Great stuff</mutter>
I was surfing along and cameacross this thread. 
Now you got me hooked and I had to go back and read your first series and am now waiting impatiently for your next chapter Nightcrawler.Now it will take me about 6 hours to drive up there to the UP to find you and talk some sense into you about not leaving things hanging...
Great work, I appreciate the time it takes to put these stories together. thanks
Esky
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More, MORE... and SOON!
Esky
who reads a lot more than he writes
Esky
who reads a lot more than he writes
Samurai Penguin
Member
AAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!! Dammit, I am NOT reading this! I am NOT going to get sucked into another Nightcrawler serial!! I have a LIFE, dammit! I'm going on vacation next week! I'm not going...
...to....
...Resistance is futile. I will wait patiently for the next installment. Nightcrawler is God.
You rock, NC....and you too, BB--the "announcer" bits are way hysterical!
...to....
...Resistance is futile. I will wait patiently for the next installment. Nightcrawler is God.
You rock, NC....and you too, BB--the "announcer" bits are way hysterical!
Nightcrawler
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I'm back.
Did a firing party for a funeral yesterday (and didn't screw it up this time, like I did the last time, though that wasn't at a funeral), and it rained all weekend. I got up at 0530 and I'm running on about four hours of sleep. So, no update tonight, though probably tomorrow.
You guys are the best.
Did a firing party for a funeral yesterday (and didn't screw it up this time, like I did the last time, though that wasn't at a funeral), and it rained all weekend. I got up at 0530 and I'm running on about four hours of sleep. So, no update tonight, though probably tomorrow.
You guys are the best.
Nightcrawler
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Locke
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Thanks for the link, NC. Do you know if you could be called up to go to Iraq, by any chance?
Ryan
Ryan
Nightcrawler
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Sure I could. Some 40% of the National Guard has been activated. However, it depends on your unit. My unit probably isn't getting deployed soon, and in any case not before I get out in a month.
Now, once you get out, you can be recalled for a conflict, but since I'll be working overseas for a defense contractor, I'm not worried about that.
It's always a possibility, though, but really, it's what they pay us for.
Locke
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Nightcrawler said:
Ahem, I assume you'll still be able to write and post on the internet while over there....?
If not.... I don't know what will happen, but probably about half of THR will die of withdrawl... Ryan
Red_SC
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BBBBBBBBBTTTBBTBTTTTTTTTBTBBTTTTTTT
(All right already, I'm getting the shakes!)
(All right already, I'm getting the shakes!)
itgoesboom
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Ok, come on, we have been waiting patiently.
Update soon?
I.G.B.
PS. nice work as always NC.
Update soon?
I.G.B.
PS. nice work as always NC.
Red_SC
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Anybody know where Nightcrawler lives? So we can go threaten him or something? 
trooper
Member
That could turn out to be a less-than-smart idea... the accounts of his "adventures" might not be so fictional after all...
Trooper
Indy7373
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btt
Nightcrawler
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Threaten me?
Bring it. See what you get.
Sorry for the lack of updates. A LOT of stuff unexpectedly happened this week, Qatar stuff, and I've been too distracted to concentrate.
For example, I just found out that a big check I've been waiting on, a check that will allow me to purchase things I need for the desert and have the cash on hand that I need, isn't going to be mailed out until July 15th. I'm supposed to leave on June 30th.
Fun stuff like that. :banghead:
So, I'll get on it when I get on it. Sorry guys.
Bring it. See what you get.
Sorry for the lack of updates. A LOT of stuff unexpectedly happened this week, Qatar stuff, and I've been too distracted to concentrate.
For example, I just found out that a big check I've been waiting on, a check that will allow me to purchase things I need for the desert and have the cash on hand that I need, isn't going to be mailed out until July 15th. I'm supposed to leave on June 30th.
Fun stuff like that. :banghead:
So, I'll get on it when I get on it. Sorry guys.
Indy7373
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Man, I was hoping you had the most recent installation.
*German Accent* If you know vat is goot for you, you vill write a new story soon. Ve have vays of making you write*German accent off*
Its not nice to make grown men beg.
*German Accent* If you know vat is goot for you, you vill write a new story soon. Ve have vays of making you write*German accent off*
Its not nice to make grown men beg.
BluesBear
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Coming Soon to a Monitor near YOU!
Part THREE in the exciting, nailbiting, thrilling serial...
HULLABALOO On US 2
Starring Mr Night Crawler
and featuring the most Bodacious Bevy of Beautiful Babes since the Bond Girls.
A High Road Serial
©2004 NC Productions
Part THREE in the exciting, nailbiting, thrilling serial...
HULLABALOO On US 2
Starring Mr Night Crawler
and featuring the most Bodacious Bevy of Beautiful Babes since the Bond Girls.
A High Road Serial
©2004 NC Productions
Dionysusigma
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Well then... guess it's our duty to *ahem* bump keep you reminded of your... ah... "obligation" to those whom have acquired a new... addiction to your work.So, I'll get on it when I get on it. Sorry guys.
Moparmike
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I find your lack of updates disturbing...
Nightcrawler
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The rest of the trip to Minot went off without incident. I was relieved to find that yes, I could make a two hour drive without anyone trying to kill me. I had begun to worry for awhile there.
I checked in to the Minot Super 8, made a couple phone calls (both business and personal) and racked out for awhile. Two attempts on my life in two days fatigued me somehow, and I took a good long nap.
I had woken up and was watching Death Wish 4 on the televisor when I heard a knock on the door. Now, I hadn't been expecting company, so I grabbed my Gov't Model from the nightstand and went to answer the door. I was hoping like hell it was just somebody at the wrong room or something; a gunfight in a crowded motel in the middle of town couldn't end well for me.
Holding the pistol behind my back in my left hand, I approached the door and looked through the peep hole.
Smiling, I stuffed the pistol into the waistband of my jeans (behind my back) and opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I thought I'd suprise you," Mary said.
"I'm here on business. You shouldn't have come."
"Can I come in or do I have to stand in the hall while you try to tell me where I can and can't go?" I laughed, and moved away from the door.
"You always answer the door with a gun in your hand?" she asked, looking at my .45.
"Yeah, there's a funny story behind that. Hey, you hungry?"
"Yeah. Where do you wanna go?"
"How 'bout we go to that truck stop on the highway? They have good food there." Mary agreed, and to the truck stop we went. They were open 24 hours, which was good, as it was almost midnight when we walked in. We sat in a booth and I talked about my trip.
I had known Mary for a long time. I hadn't wanted her to know about the illicit business I was is, originally. I mean, at first, it started off so easily. I could've made a lot more money than I did, I guess, but I was a lot more choosy in my clientel than most people in my trade. (Believe it or not, a lot of black market gun runners are pretty unscrupulous. I swear, you can't trust anybody!) But, one thing led to another. I made friends and I made money. It came to be that the bulk of my sales were to private citizens, military, and police. I became sort of an unofficial Title II dealer. My friends at the FBI kept my enemies at the BATF off of my back, so long as I behaved myself.
I quickly found out how dangerous my new trade was. The first attempt on my life came from a group of wannabe gang-bangers that were ticked that I wouldn't sell to them. When all was said and done, three of them were dead, I had a .380 bullet in my shoulder, and I had learned the importance of a quick draw.
I confessed everything to Mary after that. I mean, there are some people in life you just don't hide things from. I promised her I'd get out of the business before it got me killed, and I intended to. She reminded me of this after I told her about my run in with Henry Hyde.
"How many times are you going to have to go through this?" she asked me. "You can't stop pissing people off, can you? First it was that gang. Then it was the KKK. Then the Russian mafia. Then that Mexican cartel. Then that Chinese triad. Who did you piss off this time?"
"I have no idea!" I said, in my own defense. "Things have been quiet since winter. I don't know what it is this time."
"I can't believe you actually shot a man at a rest stop."
"He shot me too! I was just smart enough to wear armor."
"I know...but doesn't it bother you?"
"You damn right it bothers me. You know that's the fifteenth time I've been shot? But what can I do? He was a professional hitman. So was the woman."
"Why didn't you shoot her?"
"Didn't have to. Really, really didn't want to, either."
"That's sexist."
"Yep."
"But won't she come after you?"
"Maybe, maybe not. She's lost the advantage of suprise, though. I'm more worried about the assassin that I don't recognize."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Well, right now, I'm going to eat this big omlet. Then, I'm going to get a good night's sleep. Tomrrow, I'm going to meet my guy and see about that crate of unmarked Glock clones that some high speed, low drag friends of mine are interested in. Then, in a couple days, I'm going to drive home." She rolled her eyes at my very literal answer.
"Oh whatever. You're going to get yourself killed, you know."
"So far so good," I said, grinning, and shoveling hashed browns into my mouth.
"WHATEVER!"
"Look. I've had plenty of guys come after me, and I've buried 'em all. I'll get through this."
"Sooner or later your luck is going to run out."
I checked in to the Minot Super 8, made a couple phone calls (both business and personal) and racked out for awhile. Two attempts on my life in two days fatigued me somehow, and I took a good long nap.
I had woken up and was watching Death Wish 4 on the televisor when I heard a knock on the door. Now, I hadn't been expecting company, so I grabbed my Gov't Model from the nightstand and went to answer the door. I was hoping like hell it was just somebody at the wrong room or something; a gunfight in a crowded motel in the middle of town couldn't end well for me.
Holding the pistol behind my back in my left hand, I approached the door and looked through the peep hole.
Smiling, I stuffed the pistol into the waistband of my jeans (behind my back) and opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I thought I'd suprise you," Mary said.
"I'm here on business. You shouldn't have come."
"Can I come in or do I have to stand in the hall while you try to tell me where I can and can't go?" I laughed, and moved away from the door.
"You always answer the door with a gun in your hand?" she asked, looking at my .45.
"Yeah, there's a funny story behind that. Hey, you hungry?"
"Yeah. Where do you wanna go?"
"How 'bout we go to that truck stop on the highway? They have good food there." Mary agreed, and to the truck stop we went. They were open 24 hours, which was good, as it was almost midnight when we walked in. We sat in a booth and I talked about my trip.
I had known Mary for a long time. I hadn't wanted her to know about the illicit business I was is, originally. I mean, at first, it started off so easily. I could've made a lot more money than I did, I guess, but I was a lot more choosy in my clientel than most people in my trade. (Believe it or not, a lot of black market gun runners are pretty unscrupulous. I swear, you can't trust anybody!) But, one thing led to another. I made friends and I made money. It came to be that the bulk of my sales were to private citizens, military, and police. I became sort of an unofficial Title II dealer. My friends at the FBI kept my enemies at the BATF off of my back, so long as I behaved myself.
I quickly found out how dangerous my new trade was. The first attempt on my life came from a group of wannabe gang-bangers that were ticked that I wouldn't sell to them. When all was said and done, three of them were dead, I had a .380 bullet in my shoulder, and I had learned the importance of a quick draw.
I confessed everything to Mary after that. I mean, there are some people in life you just don't hide things from. I promised her I'd get out of the business before it got me killed, and I intended to. She reminded me of this after I told her about my run in with Henry Hyde.
"How many times are you going to have to go through this?" she asked me. "You can't stop pissing people off, can you? First it was that gang. Then it was the KKK. Then the Russian mafia. Then that Mexican cartel. Then that Chinese triad. Who did you piss off this time?"
"I have no idea!" I said, in my own defense. "Things have been quiet since winter. I don't know what it is this time."
"I can't believe you actually shot a man at a rest stop."
"He shot me too! I was just smart enough to wear armor."
"I know...but doesn't it bother you?"
"You damn right it bothers me. You know that's the fifteenth time I've been shot? But what can I do? He was a professional hitman. So was the woman."
"Why didn't you shoot her?"
"Didn't have to. Really, really didn't want to, either."
"That's sexist."
"Yep."
"But won't she come after you?"
"Maybe, maybe not. She's lost the advantage of suprise, though. I'm more worried about the assassin that I don't recognize."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Well, right now, I'm going to eat this big omlet. Then, I'm going to get a good night's sleep. Tomrrow, I'm going to meet my guy and see about that crate of unmarked Glock clones that some high speed, low drag friends of mine are interested in. Then, in a couple days, I'm going to drive home." She rolled her eyes at my very literal answer.
"Oh whatever. You're going to get yourself killed, you know."
"So far so good," I said, grinning, and shoveling hashed browns into my mouth.
"WHATEVER!"
"Look. I've had plenty of guys come after me, and I've buried 'em all. I'll get through this."
"Sooner or later your luck is going to run out."
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BluesBear
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[voice=WilliamConrad]
What will happen next to our Dynamic Diehard?
Will he, in fact, die hard?
Will he make it just through dessert or will he get his just desserts?
Don't miss our next exciting episode...
Marry Mary Quite Contrary?
OR
Rock Around the Glock!
[/voice]
What will happen next to our Dynamic Diehard?
Will he, in fact, die hard?
Will he make it just through dessert or will he get his just desserts?
Don't miss our next exciting episode...
Marry Mary Quite Contrary?
OR
Rock Around the Glock!
[/voice]
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Nightcrawler
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My much-more-adventurous-than-I online alter-ego does share the same handgun preferances as I do. Though, he is a lot more skilled with his than I am with mine.
Most of the time, he prefers a S&W 625 Mountain Gun in .45 Colt. (A newer one with the endurance package, that can handle warm handloads.) Other times, he'll carry a Colt NRM Gov't Model (sometimes suppressed). A CZ-97B has served as his car gun, and he's been known to pack a .357 Magnum, 3" SP101 and a MAC-10 .45 SMG on occasion. His preferred "all-around" rifle is a FAL he built himself, and he has a couple custom-made tranquilizer guns for less-lethal applications.
He also has a CZ-85B 9mm that might get some use for a future excursion to Canada. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When in Canada or Europe, (or most of the rest of the world, actually) 9mm is all the rage...
Note that my doppelganger has a much bigger gun collection than I do. It's really not fair.
I mean, hell, I (the physical Nightcrawler) don't even OWN a Strela-2!I try to diversify the guns in my stories, and I try to pick guns that fit the characters. The beautiful seniorita carried a nickeled Browning BDA .380; a Glock 27 would've probably been a more practical choice, but but it just doesn't FIT. Henry Hyde carried a SAA because...well, what else is a Johnny Cash-esqe guy going to carry? A Kimber? A Springfield XD?
In my previous story, the Triad guys usually carried Beretta 92s. This is because the Beretta 92 has been in nearly every Hong Kong blood opera, and it just worked for the role.
Oh, and for those seeing similarities to the film Desperado and its sequels...I just saw Desperado for the first time tonight, and haven't seen the others. Any similarities are purely coincidental, though I'll freely admit that for these stories I borrow heavily from all kinds of sources. (You get bonus points if you can guess who originally said the "I've buried 'em all" line.)
Oddly enough, the other day I caught part of an old Charles Bronson western called Once Upon a Time in the West, or something to that effect, that featured a harmonica-playing, SAA packing gunslinger. Eerie...
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