M5 "Why Can't We All Get Along?"

    
      The Cowboy was visiting some Jewish friends he had met on the ship on his last mission. They were now residing in the Holy Land. The Cowboy had hidden his cougar and weapons in an oasis, miles away. He planned to drink Kosher wine and pass out late at night.  The Cowboy thought that the worst thing that could happen was what happened in the Hangover Pt. 2, (his favorite movie). Boy was he wrong...
      The Crusaders came in the night (the Crusaders were an army sent by the Christian nations to conquer holy lands such as Jerusalem). They wore chain mail, and were heard from far away; But even with this advantage, the villagers had no chance. The Cowboy's friends were terrified of what tortures the Crusaders would use. They might stretch them or boil them alive. The possibilities were endless. 
     The villager's militia force was two-hundred strong at best. And that was with nobody ill but twenty three people were ill, and the ones left to fight were untrained. The Cowboy cursed himself for not having his weapons, but he was trying to not be violent for at least a week. Too bad, so sad.

     The Cowboy slipped away into the chaos to go get his weapons. He found it hard to maneuver through the crowds. People shoved and kicked and punched and yelled. He yelled back, but didn't attack. He didn't feel like acting out against his friends. He made it about half way through the village before the first explosion knocked him unconscious. 
     It virtually vaporized anybody within a twenty yard radius, and inflicted great pain on everybody else. 
The Cowboy was thrown thirty feet and landed on his back. As he he lay, the hordes of screaming villagers trampled him. They broke bones, tore skin, and put him into a coma. His beeper from TTI kept beeping and beeping, but he couldn't answer...  

M4 "If Slavery is not Wrong, Nothing is Wrong"

     The Cowboy had received orders from the top to leave Europe and go to the Arabian Peninsula, so that is where the Cowboy is. He was spat into the bowels of a ship, gently rocking in the smooth waters of the Arabian Sea. He immediately made his cougar hide in the stock room (made it promise not to eat anything) and left in search of better fitting clothes.
     The Cowboy, now dressed in miscellaneous garb that made him (taken from an unfortunate sleeping sailor) look more like a crewman, he made his way topside. The nice moist breeze cooled him down immediately. He looked around. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he walked up to what appeared to be the captain, said "Deckhand, reporting for duty!" What the captain heard was quite different (an all language translator, courtesy from Arson Jagaba). ""وظيفة مساعد قبطان، وتقديم التقارير عن العمل!" was what he heard. The captain replied "See to the slaves down in the galley. They haven't been fed in two days. See to it they get some scraps" ."Aye sir" replied the Cowboy. 
     The Cowboy stalked down into the galley furiously. He had no idea that slavery (this was a great ingredient to making the Cowboy's 'Rage Soup') was apparent here. He made his way through a series of rooms, all they way to the back of the ship. There the sight was worse than the plague in Europe. Bodies were strewn about the room, some moving, some not. They all cringed at the sight of him, as if he was going to beat them. He turned and made his way back to the storeroom. His cougar was clawing open its third package of meat. The Cowboy snatched it up. He returned the the horrendous room and made sure that everyone alive got a handful. Satisfied, he made his way back to the cougar, who had all of his weapons.
     The Cowboy, having retrieved his weapons, made his way topside. He spoke with a deckhand to see what they were planning to do with the poor slaves in the galley. He informed the Cowboy that it was the captain's and a few others enterprise, and they were going to share the profits. It wasn't what the merchants had requested, and wasn't required. He then pointed out all the members of the little ring of slaving. The Cowboy thanked him, and made his way to the captain. He informed the captain that the slaves were fed, and that the cook wanted him to come taste the soup he was making(the latter was a lie). The captain said that he would be down in a few. The Cowboy made his way down the stairs and waited. When the captain made his way down, the Cowboy shot him in the back. The shot rang out loud, calling a great deal of attention to the Cowboy.
     He went to the slave room and shot off all their chains. He told them all to retake the ship with the help of the riotous crewmen, and to slaughter the rest. Then the Cowboy made his way back the storage room for his cougar. It was in the middle of what looked to be its third pig. He scolded it for being such a glutton, and rode back to today. He was definitely getting used to this.