Madlep’s 11 Part 1
Author’s notes: Be glad I didn’t put both parts in one article. Also, I am aware I have been neglecting my other projects. I’ll get to them eventually, I’m sorry the stories have been left hanging.
The Plan
“Gentlemen, we have been assembled here today for a job. A job that requires all of our skills.” Madlep uttered in a Australian accent.
“Let me introduce you to your colleagues, since you most likely have never met them before.
Clubtheseals: He had worked as a bouncer at the Russian Mafia’s club here, that is, until a nasty accident related to one of the club’s many seals.
Crab Guy: He was a shrewd business man in the seafood industry, and has made a tidy profit.
Dracula Guy: A man of few words, but a man of many actions. He can get in and out of places easily.
Himmelstoss: Our demolitions expert. He lost an eye in an accident, but that doesn’t matter. Just don’t let him get too drunk.
General Balls: He will be our tech support center. He currently has over 9000 Internets under his belt.
Nalfang: He’s the weapons master for this mission. If you need it, he’s got it.”
Some one whispered quietly, “More like the team fur fag”
Nalfang immediately turned around, holding a pistol, in a blind rage saying “NO I’M NOT.”
“Nal, it was just a joke, calm down for a second.” Madlep said calmingly.
Nalfang, visibly displeased, muttering unintelligible curses, sat back down.
“Continuing on,
Phoenix: Our in-the-field techie. Once stole millions of dollars from the U.S government, and replaced the numbers with Kirby animations.
Secret Agent Clank: He’s our detection unit. He can instantly detect when something’s amiss, no matter where.
SirMax: He’s our intelligence core. He’ll pull up building schematics and information on guard rounds.
The Scoot: The fastest bugger I’ve ever seen. He’s our runner.”
After introducing the members of the team, Madlep proceeded to explain the job.
“We are to infiltrate this building’s management and every day operation. We will plant Phoenix and Crab Guy into the business, with Crab Guy seeking a partnership with the management. Phoenix will come on as a techie, and will plant bugs in the camera systems and alarms. General Balls will monitor guard movements, and send the notes to SirMax to be compiled into one coherent map.”
Every one muttered signs of agreement.
“After this has been accomplished, we will send in our strike team which will consist of Nalfang, Himmelstoss, Dracula Guy, and Clubtheseals. They will penetrate security, reach the vault, gain entrance, steal the loot, and hand it off to The Scoot at an exit. Secret Agent Clank will hang around the building, watching security to warn the strike team if something’s up.The Scoot, now carrying the loot, will run it out to extraction. Any questions?”
“Yeah, how much are we getting paid?” said SirMax.
“We are getting paid…” Madlep said with rising intonation.
Everyone leaned in saying, “Yes?”
“…600 pounds…”
Everyone came in closer saying more loudly then the last time “Yes?”
“…of golden…”
By this time, everyone was in a crowd around Madlep, yelling “YES?!”
“…toast!” Madlep smiled while saying this.
“YAAAAY!” everyone exclaimed, except for Nalfang.
“Eh, golden toast ain’t that bad, at least I can sell it.” said Nalfang with an air of being slightly pleased.
“Now that everyone’s clear with the plan, I say we get to work!” shouted Madlep.
As everyone walked out of the room, Madlep asked General Balls, “Nalfang does know I mean golden-brown, right?”
“Nope”
“Bloody idiot.” Madlep said under his breath.


















