Alan Rack: The Help Of A Foe

Black “Death” Jack

The Morekano Casino, Monaco. 12.00 am. 28.04.2010

Ace went in to The Morekano Casino, he sat down at a table and started a round of Black Jack. He was lucky and won 189 euros. He sat down and had a Piña Colada, his favorite drink, and took a Lucky Strike. Then he came in. 6 bodyguards protected him, he was Luke Lots Cash, the son of Ka-Ching Doe Cash. He grabbed a martini, stirred not shaken. Then he went out and sat down at a black table with a dealer. Ace went to him and sat down beside him. Luke looked at him, but he didn’t say a word. He bet 10 euros. Ace looked at him and said “Not more? Come on! 1000 EUROS I BET!!!” Luke nodded silently. It ended with a very close score, but Ace won. They stared at each other a long time. Both jumped up from their chairs and both of them drew up a gun. Ace had a colt, but Luke used his trusty Sig Sauer. Ace smiled, Luke’s bodyguards were taken down by Alan Rack, Baldur Lock Slant and their Chinese friend, Yin Han Coy Wang. Yin was a small man with black hair, dark brown eyes, he dident reach more than 3.5 feet above the ground. He was a very smart gadget designer, who always was loyal to Alan and Baldur. Baldur jumped Luke and grabbed his gun. Before Luke could react, Baldur threw Luke's gun to the ground and crushed it with his foot. Luke laughed and said “You can't kill me Ace, you are sick! You killed my father, but you will not kill my now” They heard a helicopter coming down from the sky as Ace answered Luke “No, I won’t.” He smiled and shot him in his crutch. Luke fell down in pain. “Now we can’t have more of you” Ace said, this time emotionless. He, Alan, Baldur and Yin went in the Heli, and flew away.

Kurmalk Hospital, Monaco 12.55 28.04.2010

Luke lay in a hospital bed with his pain, his strong pain. “He well die, that piece of #%¤”, I shall kill him!!” And then the pain fell over him again.

Alan Rack: The Help Of A Foe

Another Accusation

An unknown palace, Monaco 10.00 pm 27.4.2010

Count Miral Sharam was a tall, dark man who lisped. He got the title after his uncle tragically died in a car crash. With the title came enormous wealth and power. Today he sat in his chair looking out over the sea. He lent back and shut his eyes. “It has been a very busy week”, Miral whispered to himself. “Sir, sir. There is someone here wanting to meet you, he calls himself….” He heard a very weak poof, and it was silent. Miral opened his eyes wide open and turned his chair. A man came storming up to him. He lifted up his fist and struck a lethal hit to his head, then it was all black.

Secret CIA base, ???. 10.00 am 28.4.2010

“Don Ace has killed Miral?” Ra-Ma was shocked, he lifted his hand and hit hard in the table. The man who had come with the news went silently out of the room. “Now it's enough, I am going to get him” Ra-Ma said to himself. He put on his coat and went down the hallway. Someone tried to stop him, but Ra-Ma pushed him hard into the wall. He rushed out, slammed the door behind him, got his car and drove away. They didn’t see him again.

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Alan Rack: The Help Of A Foe

Friend or Foe?

Secret CIA base, ??. 22.00 o’clock 2010

“We can’t take this anymore!” shouted Ra-Ma Ka-Du Eu-Au. He was a short, bald man from Egypt, wearing very ugly clothes. And the world's meanest person. He was the leader of the operation “Knife through the Ace”. The operation was all about catching Ace. “We have no proof that he is the murderer of Ka-Ching Doe Cash” said Alan Rack. Silently beside him sat Baldur Lock Slant. Alan Rack was a skinny blond man, dark blue eyes, and he for some reason always used jeans, denim jeans. He wore a brown coat. Baldur however was a big, tall man, very strong. He used a black suit (like always) and he had brown hair. “Well who did it then, professor Rack!” Ra-Ma shouted ironically. “He is just a wicked poker player with no friends, yes he is a %&¤#@, but he is not an evil murderer just because of that” said Alan. Ra-Ma rolled his eyes, and then he started shouting “WELL HE IS ALWAYS RUNNING AWAY FROM US!!!!!! AND YES HE IS A &%¤#*#¤ &#%¤§!!!!” Now Alan boiled with anger “WELL MAYBYE IT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE ALWAYS TRYING TO HURT AND CATCH HIM!!!!!!” Ra-Ma looked deeply into his eyes and said slowly and with a low voice: “Ok Alan, now let’s see what we can do with this, hmmmm, YOU’R OFF THIS CASE IF YOU DON’T STOP… NOW!!!!!” He shouted louder than ever, the others around the table were shocked. Alan nodded slowly then got up and walked out of the room. “So anyone else?” Ra-Ma said. A little while later Baldur stood up, went out of the room and said “Wait up Alan!” He ran down the hallway. Alan turned around and said: “So you will help me? I know that Ace is innocent and I am going to prove it!” He looked at Baldur for a long while, it felt like minutes for Baldur, though it was only 10 seconds. “I will help you Alan, I trust you!” Baldur said. “Good! Come on let's prove the poker playing ¤#%&* innocent. Even though I hate him”, said Alan. “Follow me”, Baldur said as he went out a door and Alan followed. He went to the roof, took a helicopter and they flew away.

“So you want to prove my innocence? Alan Rack helping…. Don Ace.” He turned his chair 180 degrees. “Well thank you, maybe somebody at last wants to help me. Someone I can trust.” He was sipping a Piña Colada. “I still hate you, but I don’t want an innocent man to die”, Alan said. Ace laughed an ice cold laugh.

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Alan Rack: The Help Of A Foe

The New Year

The Golden Ace Casino, Las Vegas. 23.50 the 31st of December 1999

The servants where giving away martinis. The guests were playing poker. But no one noticed the man sitting at the bar, sipping a martini. He was waiting for the fireworks, but he was getting restless. “Soon now”, he whispered to himself. Now it was only 1 minute left. A servant asked if he would care for another martini. “No, the fireworks are soon on, I got to get out.“ He got up and almost ran out the door. He could hear the servant behind him say “alright then.” He did not notice him. Now he counted down with the others. 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. And then a big boom. Oh, the fireworks blasted up in the air. It was a color explosion. It lasted a good while. And then, a golden Ace, and it went quiet. He loved it. Everyone were screaming and clapping. He looked out on the big open yard; it was a big beautiful garden. Both the garden and The Golden Ace belonged to the Hotel, Vängörd Beto, a 6 star hotel, the best of the best. The man had short, styled hair. He had beautiful light blue eyes. And he had a black Gant suit jacket, a blue Ralph Lauren shirt, and Boss pants. The shoes where newly polished with an exclusive shoe polish. He was the owner of the hotel. He was Ace, Don Ace. He took up a cell phone and dialed a number, “I am ready.” He put the cell phone down, took a Piña Colada, and then a helicopter landed on the open yard. People pointed and whispered. Ace went in front of the chopper and said “Good bye, my friends.” He climbed into the chopper as a man came out running saying “Wait, stop! CIA!!!” Ace looked out on the man, Alan Rack, and said “Monaco here I come.”

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