Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Jungle

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Jungle

A Chapter by Simon Welsh
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A draft.

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It was a glorious afternoon in the Port of Miami as several ships took their daily route in and out of the harbour. The smallest of these boats remained stationary however; a tall man with a bad moustache lingered by the driver; his eyes hidden behind $5 sunglasses. He spoke in strong Spanish tones and, acting as though he understood him, the driver stood suddenly and handed over a large suitcase.

The driver himself was seven foot; yet his own eyes darted nervously which belied his intimidating exterior.
An unnatural stillness fell over the harbour as the bad moustache man handed over an identical suitcase and nodded once. He said something under his breath that sounded vaguely like ‘unmarked’ before stepping away.


Another man had stepped into the harbour bypassing all the other boats. Unlike the two other men, he was well toned and imposing; he walked with confidence and purpose. A leather jacket was stretched over a ‘Slammers’ t-shirt and a large belt with the buckle of the state of North Carolina. The two men eyed him suspiciously but neither clocked who he was till all Hell broke loose. Jack Blake had joined the party.


“Hi fellas!” He called out with a smile on his face. Pausing as they began to realise who he was, he withdraw a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. “Anyone know where I can find some Chiva?”. In a flash, they withdrew uzi’s of foreign import, as Jack pulled the Desert Eagle MK VII from his holster. He shot repeatedly, before diving to the side as he escaped the hail of uzi fire. The moustache man’s chest disappeared in a large, black wound which engulfed his body in a cascade of blood. The driver tried hitting the gas on his boat, but a bullet from Jack’s gun clearly had a desire to penetrate his skull as he slumped forwards without a sound.


“Desert Eagle 2, Bad Guys 0. Try again next time, a******s” Jack said, still smoking his cigarette.


But, before he could enjoy his cigarette, a number of Hawaiian shirt-clad men burst onto the scene in a storm of gunfire.

“S**t certainly does stick together” He said frowning slightly. But he began to step back and began to pick them off, one by one. Ducking behind a canister as he was almost overwhelmed, he spied the locals who were baying for his blood. ‘Sixteen a******s’ he spat, exchanging the clip in his Desert Eagle. ‘Looks like it’s hunting season’.


They spoke in strong Spanish tones but one thing was clear from their babble ‘Kill Jack Blake’.

“Sorry to disappoint” he smirked, as he shot one brave bad guy. Another dodged and almost fell in the sea. They were coming at him down the narrow pier now and there was nowhere to go.


Something caught Jack’s eye however. A large crate labelled ‘Acme’ hung open precariously and it was filled with grains of familiar substance. Gun powder.


Jack flicked his near smoked cigarette into the open crate and dove forward. He hid his head under both of his muscular arms as the explosion rang all around him. The boat was tossed into the air in a plume of great fire which expanded in the great Miami heat. All the bad guys were thrown some feet away and all did not rise again. However three managed to avoid the blast and in the ruckus, managed to steal both suitcases (miraculously unscathed) and jumped into a fancy sports car (that can’t be bought on an ordinary salary) before screeching away into a mist of burnt rubber.


“They say cockroaches would survive a nuclear winter. Time to stamp those fuckers out!” He called defiantly, as he raced to his own 4x4. He dove in through the window; his leather boots almost scraping the car door. As he burned after them, he did not look back at the carnage in his wake that was once Miami Port.


Both cars slalomed into the light traffic, as frightened civilians spun out of the way, thankfully unharmed. The bad guys began to open fire which hit everything but anyone living. Jack, however, was fumbling with his cassettes. He parted the KISS and Megadeth tapes to retrieve an Accept album which he dutifully placed in the player. Balls To The Wall emanated loudly from his car’s speaker system into the din of the traffic. And, with a second thought, Jack leaned out of his window and returned fire from the fleeing vehicle. He caught the rear tire, causing the sports car to skid through a lemonade stand which shattered in a hail of splinters. The bad guys increased fire, causing a large truck to hit the brakes hard. However, it flipped sending the carriage hurtling towards Jack who leaned further left whilst holding onto the steering wheel. It sent his car onto two wheels which bypassed the truck by mere inches.

“I always saw myself as ‘left of centre’” smirked Jack.


The bad guys took a sharp left into a neighbourhood. Jack followed vigilantly, frowning. He replaced the Accept tape with Led Zeppelin and thundered on.


Luckily, no child chose this moment to chase a red ball into the road. It was eerily clear other than the frozen homeowners who watched the chase transfixed. The bad guys seemed to have an endless supply of bullets which felt a certain attraction to the spaces that Jack did not occupy.

As Good Times, Bad Times shook his 4x4, Jack hit the gas and rammed into the back of their sports car. He shunted them out at the next exit onto a freeway and then onto a large flatbed. As the car flipped, Jack made three perfect shots into the car’s engine. In a near flawless swan dive, the car then exploded sending flames a mile high in all directions as Jack sat back triumphantly. He didn’t even look back at the destruction which caused traffic to halt.


He was more concerned with what his Lieutenant would make of his latest adventure.    



© 2013 Simon Welsh


Author's Note

Simon Welsh
Just a draft of something I've managed to write... because novels are my weak point. It's modeled after my favourite 80's/early 90's Action films. Last Action Hero, Die Hard, Lethal Weapon etc. hence the use of clichés and whatnot. It was enjoyable to write. Hard Rock, cigarettes, whisky, guns, foreign bad guys and a wise cracking dude with a Desert Eagle. Critics hate it and the fans love it.

Sorry for the bad puns from the character. It was a necessity.

Soundtrack:

Big Gun by AC/DC
I'm Me (I Am) by Twisted Sister
Balls To The Wall by Accept
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses
Good Times, Bad Times by Led Zeppelin

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This is a really good draft. I thought the opening line was really good. I really like the bad puns. Keep up the good work. If you have time, please review both of my stories, "Neil's Journey" and "Ana's Journey." I would appreciate it.

Christina Yan


Posted 11 Years Ago


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Over all..I didn't like it.

JUST kidding! Who doesn't like a good action novel. Love the title and the puns and the clever little pieces of comedic humor add here and there especially whether it was something Jack said. I also enjoyed how fast paced it was. And your use of detail was vivid. Everything almost played it like a movie!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a really good draft. I thought the opening line was really good. I really like the bad puns. Keep up the good work. If you have time, please review both of my stories, "Neil's Journey" and "Ana's Journey." I would appreciate it.

Christina Yan


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow this is really good considering that you said that novels are your weak point. Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I LIKE IT! can't wait to read more.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simon Welsh

11 Years Ago

Thank you hon :) that means a lot.
This is pretty amazing! I love action films, but I've never read anything in this genre. Apparently, action - books - are as awesome as movies, or maybe you just have a knack for writing those. Loved all the details that created the scene with suspense. Definitely loved Jack's wit! It's awesome that you're bringing back the 80's action films in this form. Love it, can't wait to read more!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simon Welsh

11 Years Ago

Thank you sweetie :) I've never known there to be any novels like this so I thought 'why not?' xD I'.. read more
“They say cockroaches would survive a nuclear winter. Time to stamp those fuckers out!”
Oh Elliott, I think I nearly died at that line. Good, I haven't heard that said in an incredibly long time!
Its action packed, and Jack Blake sounds like one hell of a guy, and defiantly someone who I don't want to piss off. :P
You've kept the text detailed, and its one of those stories that grips the reader, and doesnt want to make them part until the end.
For being based off all your favourite '80s classic action films, this most certainly did not lack in orginality, which made it even more brilliant.
Well done, I applaud you. Not bad for being written whilst drunk either ;)
Lol, bravo, bravo
Now, whens the film coming out?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simon Welsh

11 Years Ago

I was sober writing this xD I only wrote it an hour ago. But thank you for your kind review :) alway.. read more
Infinity Blues

11 Years Ago

You only wrote this an hour ago...Bloody Hell! Me thinks you have the novels is your weak spot wrong.. read more

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