[9-10] Cabana Boys (Hiro and Deadpool)

[Hiro Protagonist]

Hiro paused to grab his two treasures, tucking the rusty machete into one of his tanto holsters and splitting the leather. The locked, black briefcase he carried with his other hand, and the prime started down the road to the lighthouse with Karl Jak. 

His head was still a bit druggy from the morphine, and now that there was no immediate danger, his mind wandered to the last couple hours. Barry. Hiro had seen people die in front of him before, friends even. He was no stranger to death. But Barry Sanderson had been innocent of this. He had only come because it was his job. And now, all Hiro could do was try to survive. Or at least, keep the bartender's memory alive, somehow. Visit his family, or something like that.

He raised a question to Karl Jak, the producer consulting his nap and muttering to himself. "So, uh, Mr. Jak....how'd you know where I was? Or where to find the car?" Karl raised his head from the paper and looked back. "Honestly, Mr. Protagonist? I was running from Mr. Voorhees. It was a happy accident you happened to be at the camp when you were. The car was similarly fortuitous. I found it in the camp's shed."

His question answered, Hiro returned to his contemplation as the two approached the base of the monolithic lighthouse. Karl pointed to the side and gestured to Hiro. "Search on the other side...it will look like a storm door, most likely cleverly concealed."

"Ah ha hah! A hunt for clues, my good doctor! Indubitably! That's just what this story needs now."

Hiro jumped a good two feet straight in the air as a voice sounded from behind him. A strange man, dressed in a black and red spandex bodysuit had appeared out of nowhere behind the hacker and Karl. Wearing a fabcy captain's hat, the spandex covered stranger began strutting around the base of the lighthouse, poking at long grass.

"Ah, Deadpool. Excellent that you've managed to survive this long. Now I have -two- strapping swordsmen to travel with."

Hiro just stared at Karl, then back to this Deadpool, rubbing his eyes. "Well, it's not the drugs....Deadpool, huh?" He squinted. The guy looked kinda familiar. "What are you...some kinda ninja Spiderman?" The hacker froze, feeling a blade on his throat suddenly as Deadpool posed dramatically in front of him.

"What are YOU, some kinda throwaway Akira reject crossed with Donald Glover? Oh, and you're welcome for the save." Deadpool pulled the sword away to reveal two perfectly bisected halves of some horrid, long legged mosquito type thing falling off of his sword. "Tsete fly! Those things can carry allll sorts of nasty diseases! Saw a special on the discovery channel."

Karl watched this with an amused smirk on his face, and shrugged, poking through more weeds with the toe of his camp sandals. Deadpool looked at the oddly dressed producer and held up a hand to count on his fingers, only to see that the hand he raised was a stump. "D'oh! Forgot I pulled a Luke Skywalker. Well, anyways. Hi, Lrak! Or Biz-Karl-o! Or Karl Two! Or Karl Beta! Or-" 

Hiro cut him off before the assassin could really get up to speed. "I'm Hiro Protagonist, Deadpool. And right now, I'm a little fucked up. So, let's say we find this secret tunnel so we can get to Karl's bunker and save Neo Toky- I mean, get the hell off this damn island, yeah?"