The old man begins to move and just the movement of the man sends Curt into a blind rage provoking Curt to attack the man without mercy by kicking and stomping at anypart of the body that Curt can get to first.

Curt Evers: Don’t move you b1tch! I said don’t fuking move!

The man begins to go into convulsions as he continues to soak up more punishment from Evers.

Shakir has killed the blue heeler by now he pulls the pipe out of the dog’s eye, the red heeler manages to bust out of the cage and leap down from the truck, it charges Curt who is to caught up in his rage to know the dog is coming for him. Shakir begins yelling in Arabic at Curt as he jumps off the truck trying to warn Curt as he chases after the dog.


Curt suddenly feels a gnashing pain on his buttocks, he spins around swinging knocking the dog off but the dog is unrelenting on protecting his master and leaps at Curt taking him to the ground, Curt desperately tries fighting the dog off by throwing his forearm up into the dog’s mouth, luckily his arm is layered with enough clothing to protect it and to keep the dog from his neck, Evers yells out in desperation.

Curt Evers: Shakir!!! Shakir! Get this bottom feeding beast off of me!

Shakir is on the scene and swings the pipe down as hard as he can across the dog’s back breaking the dog’s back on impact the dog falls limp and Shakir kicks the dog off Evers and begins to work the dog over until it stops moving. Shakir’s sneaky, ever alert eyes lock onto the man going into convulsions he helps Curt up and the two make a run for the truck where Curt jumps in the passenger seat, and Shakir in the drivers seat the two speed off down the road.


Curt Evers: I hate this damned place!

Shakir: This truck only has half a tank of gas we will need to fill up at the nearest petro station.

Curt Evers: Does this things radio even work?

Curt flips the power button on the radio but nothing happens, Curt throws his hands up

Curt Evers: Figures, just like everything else here it’s a piece of sh1t.

Curt flips the ac on and nothing happens he rolls his eyes

Curt Evers: Great no radio and no ac, I hate this bullsh1t. I hate being here, I wished I had never came, I would rather be in a cheap roach patrol motel in America then here.

Shakir: Look on the bright side friend, we don’t have to make the trip on foot, and we can let the wind blow in on us as we drive, sure it’s not cold air from the ac but its better then nothing.

Curt Evers: Man I wish I had a drink, It would be nice aye?

Shakir: I do not drink alcohol is that’s what you are referring to.

Curt Evers: What? Why?


Shakir: Because it is worldly, it’s a sin to do Curt.


Curt Evers: Well one day you might just change your mind, nothing wrong with taking a drink here and there.

Shakir: I prefer cold fresh water…. In my country such a thing is rare and is a luxury, I miss my home but I know I cannot return to it unless Allah wills it so.


Curt Evers: Well if God’s meetings with the president go well we might just get that chance to go see your home.

Shakir: I would be indebted to Allah if that were so.

Curt begins to dig under the seat and begins pulling out trash, various little tools, and an old stained crumbled up map of Australia, he unfolds the map and begins plotting the course to Havoc.

Curt Evers: I think we can take a few short cuts to get there but I’m not entirely to sure, do you think we should?

Shakir: Friend I think we should stick to the main roads, you never know what we could run upon here and what we could take advantage of.

Curt Evers: I tell you Shakir come Havoc I want to take revenge upon Fallen and Draconis, I want them to pay so fuking badly I can taste it! When we stop at a petro station we need to get some supplies to make a bomb and blow those two to hell!

Shakir’s eyes dart around as a sly smile comes across his face having already formulated a plan in his mind to strike back at the two infidels that struck at last Havoc. Evers vents and fumes for an hour as Shakir is lost within his own mind in his own little world, from time to time he swerves off the road and then jerks back over to the road from Curt yelling and screaming in terror of wrecking at a high speed.

Curt Evers: Will you pay attention your going to get us fuking killed out here! Stop fantasizing about the fat American women!

Shakir: Friend I think we knocked something loose in the truck I hear it rattling in the engine.

Curt Evers looks at Shakir in disbelief

Curt Evers: WE knocked something loose? NO you knocked something loose because you aren’t paying attention to the road! Here pull over and let me drive, I don’t want to die out here and become dingo food.

Shakir pulls over and the two swap sides and as soon as Curt puts it in gear to drive the truck doesn’t move, he puts his foot down hard on the gas and the engine cries out in agony but still the truck doesn’t budge.

Curt Evers: I can’t believe this!

Curt begins to bash the steering wheel in a frenzied rage and then begins punching the dash board, Shakir tries to calm Curt.

Shakir: Try putting it in reverse and see if we can go that way.

Curt Evers: If it isn’t going to go in drive it’s not going to go in reverse are you fuking retarded, what the hell is wrong with you?

Shakir’s eyes narrow as his heart begins to harden

Shakir: Well it’s better then beating what life is left out of this truck, if you have a better idea then you come up with something.

Shakir crosses his arms and looks out the passenger side as Curt continues hitting the gas and bashing the dash board with his fist, after an hour Curt finally decides to put it in reverse and to his surprise the truck goes in reverse, he wheels the truck around and continues on their way driving the truck in reverse.

Shakir says nothing aloud but in his mind he laughs at his friend’s uncontrollable rage and how it will be his undoing someday.

Curt and Shakir finally make it to a petro station where they get out covered in sweat, Shakir walks into the petro station while Curt fills the truck up with gas. Shakir is casually going down the isles grabbing what he needs, he walks out and throws it in the back of the truck and then walks back in loading up for a second trip, as he steps out of the door and heads towards the truck a car pulls up and a rather large women gets out, fat dripping off of her, Shakir instantly freezes and drops everything on the ground as his member stands straight at attention. The fat woman sees him and comes up, she eyes him up and down liking what she sees.

Fat Woman: Hey sexy, you want to try a good piece of outback steak?

She rubs her big belly slowly and inches her hands down between her swollen fat legs, Curt looks over seeing whats transpiring and to tired and hot to care just shakes his head. After Curt feels the truck up he goes over and begins picking up the supplies that Shakir dropped and throws them in the truck, and then heads back into the store himself as Shakir and the fat woman begin to feel up on one another.

The clerk behind the register who is a young man has already got the police on the phone and is whispering to them.


Young Man: Yeah I think those two wanted men have came here, and they are stealing everything they can from the store! I need help!

Police: Sorry they have been cleared of all their charges and they are untouchable it seems they have someone high in the government looking out for them.

Young Man: You don’t understand! THEY ARE RAIDING ME CLEAN OVER HERE!!!


Police: Even if we did dispatch they would be long gone before we got there, sorry nothing we can do to help you.

Young Man: Mate I am going to be sick the Arabic man is having sex with some fat lady right by the gas pumps!

Police: Again sorry there’s nothing we can do.

The police hangs up leaving the young man dumb funded at the sight he is seeing his jaw hanging open in complete shock, Shakir meanwhile is hitting the woman from behind cum is running down the inside of her legs as the Arabic thrust furiously as deep as he can within her. Curt has already made several trips back to the truck to unload stuff he has taken from the store and simply pays no mind to his crazy Arabic friend, who is shouting at the top of his voice in Arabic as he continues to hammer the woman. After the truck is loaded up, Curt gets back in the driver side and waits for his friend to finish the dirty deed. Once Shakir finishes he grabs his clothes and jumps in the truck naked and off the two go down the road in reverse.

Curt Evers: We will show the world that failure only fuels us further to rise to the top! Start wiring together our gift for Havoc, brother.

Shakir: FOR ALLAH!!!!

Black smoke rolls out heavy from the truck as they chug along