The Kingsville Wars - Rise

"Bzzzzt Kingsville College radio here! Playing all your favorite hits of the 90s because those are all the rights we can afford! Heres Shaggy.. ablughbleblegheeeer awazzaphrrr..."
The radio comes to silence just as a blond haired figure pushes the radio switch off. That old beat up corolla had seen some shit, but not like tonight, not like this one. It'd been years since that corolla was near that building, near that man; that man was looking down from his window, but the blonde guy in the corolla was well positioned. After all there was never good lighting.
A walkie talkie is sitting there, waiting for something. And then it starts.. "Cronus? Cronus you there?"
"Yeah."
"The fatness has been captured. This was a terrible idea."
"Where are you?"
"Inside some office, I can hear him complaining a bit muffled or something."
"Shit, ok I'm coming in."
"Sounds good cronus"
"Are we speaking with code names?"
"I just didn't want to give our names away but since Checo IS captured, then yet. I'll see you inside Carlos."
"OK Fredo."
Carlos ran towards the building, the engineering building dashing through the night. As he ran top speed towards the building he noticed figures congregating around the javelina by the staris. He reached to his side to grab what was a weapon, but he had none. Just his keys and and old ass ipod shuffle. You know? The ones that looked like a USB stick, very convenient with that little strap around the neck. Those were cool. Anyways Carlos grabbed it by the cord like a makeshift whip.
Inside it was like time had stopped for the engineering building, same pamphlets on the wall, smelled the same, the lights hadn't been changed. But once inside it all changed.
"The heck?!" Carlos said.
There were close to 40 people, all wearing khakis, black shoes and terrible plaid longs sleeves. Carlos stayed stunned and weirded out at the sight. He grabbed the walkie talkie and spoke:
"Where people in when you came in?"
"No."
"Theres a crapload of people here and they're just staying at the wall....WHAT THE FUK GET OFF.....!!!" The radio screeched.
It was on.
The army of plaid turned around, and boy was it weird. the all looked like Chongo Leongo. The amount of WTF-kery was beyond scary. Carlos started throwing punches at the first few that came at him.
Right foot forward, left hook coming and Carlos was knocking Leongo Clones hand in fist. The Leongos circled around him but he was managing to dispatch them with his ipod shuffle whip and fists. But the forty turned to fifty, then sixty.
"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Fredo yelled as he came out of the elevator throwing charged capacitors from a box.
The battle was raging with the Leongos. The army grew bigger and bigger. All those balding idiots giggling and atatcking.
"Theres too many!" Fredo said.
"OF COULSE! PFFFT!"
The battle stalled, and there he was. Leongo in all his magnificent shiny gigantic forehead moment.
"Checo!" Carlos said.
Checo was bound and gagged, slowly being pushed over the railing.
"YOU RITTLE SHITS GOT ME FIRED! I'VE WAITED TOO RONG FOR THIS! MY RIFE WAS RUINED! AND TO START OFF CHECO IS GOING TO RALL DOWN DOWN THE RABBIT WHORE!"
 Just before Checo was pushed over the edge a song came over the speakers of the building.
"Welcome Home" - Fredo & Carlos said.
The crescendo rose and in a split second, one square kick to the bottom of Leongos legs from one badass. The another badass clocked him in the neck bringing him down.
"Grab him!"
The Regalados.
We bailed from the building punching and kicking our way out. The Leongos were multiplying. Checo knew what was happening, but he was pretty beat up and needed rest. The night was ending and the Leongos were receeding. But there was another threat. The daylight leongos that Checo mentioned before he passed out.
The corolla was compromised.
The old apartment building was far.
Cesar Chavez avenue was far.
One beat up friend, two exhausted friends.
Being chased by more Leongos.
But we had the Regalados, and 6 miles to a safe spot.
We needed to regroup, the rise of the Leongos had started.

- Play this song after you read this and get psyched! The Venetia Fair -  Death is the Poor Mans Doctor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1gg6OoyPGU