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Milo Walters, Henchmen for Hire #2
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Milo Walters, Henchmen for Hire #2


"Don't call me Clucky!"


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The Warehouse district near the Parrodipolis waterfront.

A gentlemen is sitting in front of a Computer screen in a mostly darkened Warehouse. The Man is surfing the Mobster.Com's database. He is looking for prospective employees' for his boss. His boss is looking down on the man from his roost.

The search was becoming tedious. The Man was beginning to think there weren't any qualified people out there. The Man went on to the next résumé. As he read this one, his eyes got big. His boss could see this.

"What is it?" He cackled.

"I think I may of found your next henchmen." The Man said.

"Well?" His boss said agitated. "Go & get him for the interview."

The Man got up from his seat, saluted his boss & was off. As The Man walked off, his boss went about grooming himself.

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Parrodipolis, The Hell's Bathroom district.
One of the many run down tenement buildings, Apartment 4a.

"Crap" Milo said as he stood in the doorway on his home.

As he stood there, he knew two things. Number 1: His apartment was no longer flooded & some new dry wall was put up to cover the whole in his ceiling. Number 2: His stuff was now missing. His moldy, lumpy, uncomfortable mattress that he found on the side of the street: GONE! The lumpy comforter that he bought at a thrift store: GONE! The somewhat functioning TV he found by the side of the street that only really got two channels well & the rest of the channels either got good picture or good sound: GONE! They even took the rug, the one thing that tied the room together.

Milo sighed walked into the room & walked over to his closet. Upon opening the door, Milo expected the worse but his clothes were still there. That sort of depressed him a bit.

Then, came a knock at the door. He had left it open & in the doorway their stood a man. Milo didn't recognize him. He stood taller then Milo & was dressed a whole lot better, too.

"Yes?" Milo replied.

The Man walked over to Milo & asked "Are you Milo Walters?"

Milo nodded.

"I'm here because of your post to Mobster.Com." The Man said & pulled out a piece of paper from his suit jacket. He showed Milo the piece of paper, it was indeed a print out of his résumé.

"Ok." Milo said. Paused, turned around & asked "Do you want to give me a job?"

"No. My Employer does."

"Ok." Milo said. He was uneasy about this. There was just something to way The Man said things that made Milo feel like he shouldn't accept the offer, but Milo does need the money. This was a capitalistic society!

"Would you like to meet him?" The Man asked.

"Sure." Milo replied off handedly. But before Milo was finished talking, The Man had pulled out some device from his jacket.

The next thing Milo felt was a sharp pain in his neck & just before he past out, he could of swore that The Man was smiling.

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When Milo woke up, his head was spinning & when he has his wits about him: he realized that he tied to a chair. He & the chair were in the middle a room of some size, Milo couldn't tell. There was a bright white light coming down from the ceiling, it was so bright it obscured Milo view of anything beyond his whitened circle. The floor was covered with straw, the kind you find in barns & at county fairs.

"Hello, Mr. Walters." A voice from the dark said. Milo recognized the voice, it was that dude from his apartment.

"Where the heck am I?"

"You are now in the presents of the Poultry of Peril, the Bantam Boogeyman, the Wattled Wonder, the Cox combed Convict, the Fiendish Free Range Fomenter of Foul Play: The Crime Chicken!"

"Who?" Milo asked.

"Me! BA-CHAWK!" A Man said as he ran quickly towards Milo. When he clucked, it hurt Milo's ears.

The clucking man was dressed up in a very elaborate chicken costume. His costume had a least 8 different types of feathers in varying shades of Brown or White. The only thing missing from this man's suit was the Chicken mask. But, the man didn't need it. He had a distinctly Bird like look to him anyways, from the beady black eyes to the beak like nose. The hair on his balding head flipped up & blew in the wind which made it look like a Chicken's Comb.

"And... and... your.. your..." Milo stuttered.

"The Crime Chicken?" The costumed man finished the question.

Milo nodded.

"Yes." The Crime Chicken said quite proudly of himself. He walked around Milo a couple of times in a very chicken way. Every so often he'd preen his feathers.

"And I want you to my newest Chickadee." The Crime Chicken said.

"Your what?" Milo asked. He'd done a lot for former bosses but what Chickadee sounded like to Milo was totally out of what he was willing to do fro a pay check.

"Henchmen." The Man said. "He wants you to be his new Henchmen."

"oh." Milo said & sighed a bit.

"I like your work, Milo." The Crime Chicken said.

"You do?" Milo said. He was surprised that he even knew who he was.

"Yes."

Milo didn't like the way his possible new boss looked at him, it looked somewhat crazed. But what was Milo to expect from a man dressed up as a chicken?

"LIGHTS!" The Crime Chicken squawked. The lights came on & Milo could see where he was. It was the inside of a Warehouse that looked like it was a merging of a Chicken Coop & the same old hi-tech somewhat futuristic Villain's lair that he'd before.

Once the lights had come on, various people dressed up like eggs marched into the room & went about working at different work stations. The Man untied Milo.

"So, do we have a deal?" The Crime Chicken asked as he offered one of his wings.

"Sure." Milo said & shook the wing.

"Egg-cellent." The Crime Chicken said with a laugh. The Man also laughed. Milo gave a nervous laugh wondering what he was getting himself into.

The Crime Chicken turned his back to Milo & walked up to what looked to Milo as a merging of a Nest & a Throne.

"Now go with The Man & he'll get all your chickens in a row. You start tomorrow!" Milo new boss said, sat down & spun his chair around to attend to other things.

The Man put his arm around Milo & lead him off down an egg colored hallway (all bright whites & yellows).

"Isn't that the phrase 'Get all your ducks in a row'?" Milo asked.

"Yes. But, since he's the Crime Chicken he changed it to be chicken related." The Man said.

"oh." Milo said & then asked "Is your name really The Man?"

"No. But, it is how you will refer to me. We here at Crime Chicken Inc. all use code names, you will get one today. Remember it, embody it, live it." The Man said.

"ok." Milo said, paused & then asked "So, what's the deal with the Crime Chicken?"

"Mr. Marlon Saunders was a purveyor of all things poultry & use to run a fried chicken franchise off 6th and Main right here in Parrodipolis. During Thanksgiving, no one served a better bird then he did. But, during the late 1980's, He fell on hard times & had to sell the business. People were looking down on Poultry as being bad for you. No one wanted his finger licking poultry he served with his some what secret 27 step cooking process. So, he did what any self respecting man would do: He turned to crime & started to knock off banks in a chicken costume he bought with his last few dollars. After a few years of hard work, he became the mid-level Crime Lord you see today."

"wow."

"Yes. But, don't ever refer to him as Marlon, Mr. Saunders or Clucky. You may only refer to him by a Poultry themed alliteration or as the Crime Chicken."

"ok."

"Good. Now, on to costuming!"

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TO BE CONTINUED....


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Footnotes:

-The Crime Chicken is not a my creation, he was possibly a creation of Starseed. He since he was the one to have written CC first & only story appearance: Seen Here. I updated CC's look & created a back history.

-The Poultry Alliteration that were used here were all created by Killer Shrike.


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