Dirty Larry spoke,”I am sorry Johnny, that I had to hide you in a trash bin, but I had to make sure that I could safely get you out. I will not allow our world and Olympic champion to be killed.”

Johnny spoke from the black seat,”Why am I so special?”

Larry spoke,”Because, I know how it is to see your family get killed, like mere animals.”

Johnny spoke,”Mother fucking bastard! What do you know about my pain?”

Larry spoke,”I am going to drive for a few hours in no sense of directions, before we go to the safe house. You want something to eat?”

Johnny spoke,”Is there a fatty castle nearby?”

Larry spoke,”Yeah, buddy there is. It will take about fifteen minutes to get there.

Johnny spoke,”Well, jolly good!”

Larry couldn’t help but let out a smile on his harden face.

#

The duo arrived at the fatty castle drive thru.

Larry spoke,”Sneak a peek at the menu through a nearby window and tell me what you want.”

Johnny was looking out the window, as if he was a little kid looking into a candy store window.

“I want a fatty crate of one hundred double bacon ghost pepper cheese burgers, thirty extra large chilli cheese fries, twelve cherry vanilla cola extra large size, eight various flavored milkshakes, and a five pound bucket of jalapeno poppers. What are you gonna get?”

Larry did a spit take and told the food staff Johnny’s order, then his normal sized order.

They had to wait for over thirty minutes, while the large order was being made.

The captain spoke,”I know that I can put this on the police force account, but hot damn you almost broke me until I can get reimbursed.”

Johnny spoke,”You don’t eat like this all the time?”

Larry spoke,”I never eat like that.”

They got the huge order, so they returned to riding on the road.

Johnny had eaten the entire order in less than thirty minutes.

Larry spoke,”You ate your feast before I could get my meal down.”

Johnny spoke,”I was starved as a kid, so I make sure to get all I can get now. I was starving after the battle...”

Larry spoke,”Let me tell you to how I know about what you were going through.”

#

The man was only eight years old when he last was with his parents.

His father was named Harry and his mother was named Mary. It was one of the rare days off as a captain.

It was a peaceful day, among all the stormy days working on a corrupt Dirty City police force.

He refused to sell out his values out for some more money. He knew that nearly all of the medium sized city ether directly work for the mafia, lived in mafia owned properties, or were on the mafia payroll. It was a battle day in and day out to just function in such a city. The cop was unable to eat out, without the constant threat of being poisoned or being in another kind of assassination attempt.

Larry was mad at first, because he couldn’t go to the park like the other kids his own age. He was bullied at school, without any help from the school staff. The lad was being punished for who his father was and for what that he stood for. Larry had to learn to defend himself and was taught how to defend himself from his old man. Eventually Larry was the toughest kid on the elementary school playground, despite being only in the third grade. Harry wouldn’t raise no sissy boy and told his son to whatever he need to do to protect himself. Larry would back up his son for it no matter what.

The home of Harry and his family had to be reinforced, as if it was a mini prison. All sorts of

graffiti, filled with all sorts of curse words and racial slurs. It hurt the family, especially Larry at first.

The boy spoke,”Mom, why do they call us whores, bastards,  and other bad names?”

Mary got on her knees and held her son in arms.

“It is because were are good people that will not fit in what the mafia is doing. Dad, will not have it. He is such a good man that got to captain, despite all the reprisals from the police force. He should be the chief by now. Doing good in an evil world isn’t easy baby.”

A group of high schoolers in dirty city high jackets drove by throwing eggs at the two.

Harry raced out of his front door and blew out both of the right convertible tires. The car crashed into a nearby ditch, while Harry had his trusty magnum in his hands. The wife and son ran into the house to clean up, after locking the front door.

The father spoke,”You cocksuckers have the nerve to attack I have shoot two of my six rounds.

There are four for each one of you fuckers. I don’t care about what you do for me, but don’t screw around with my family!”

The driver spoke,”My dad is the mayor!”

Harry used the shotgun off his back to blow up the sports car’s engine.

He spoke,”Don’t fuck with a fucker! I will you all today and make it look like you all killed yourselves.’

The front passenger pulled out a handgun to fire at the captain, when Harry blew the boy’s hands off. He was bleeding to death.”

Harry spoke,”Any others want to try me or you all want to call an ambulance for your friend. He needs a hand.”

The Driver was crying as he spoke,”You’re fucking mad!

He pulled a rifle from his feet, but was shot in the head by the captain

The shards of brains and skulls splashed all over the back two passengers. The teenage boys

both snapped. They jumped out of the car with switch blades pulled out, racing towards the cop.

Harry shot them both in the chest with the two remaining magnum bullets.

#

The captain was in the police chief’s office.

“Harry, you lost it! I can’t believe that you killed four teenagers, and one of them was the mayor’s kid! You know what that means?”

Harry spoke,”Yes, I know what it means! They attack my family, I stopped them, they resisted arrest, and attempt to assault a cop!”

The chief spoke,”You are suspended without pay without further notice! Give me your gun and service revolver.”

Harry grabbed the chief over the desk and into his hands.

“You listen here fucker! I will kill whoever attacks my family! We have a right to protect our own and our property! I know that your fat fucking ass has been under the payroll of the mob your entire career. Take my badge and this piece of shit gun! I never use it anyway. My magnum is so much better anyway. “

The captain put the chief back in his chair gently, put his cigar back in his moth and lit it. He pulled the chief’s whiskey from his desk drawer and poured him a glass. Harry left the station without any further incident.