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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 29, 2008 14:51:31 GMT -5
"Son of a b****!" He paused for a moment, quelling the urge to shoot something--or someone--in anger, and instead said: "Evaan, watch her!" He jumped on his bike and started it, taking off after Crow.
Catching up to him at the base, he grabbed Crow by the shoulder, spinning him around so they were face to face. "Now you listen here, goddammit! That was not a part of our agreement! The deal was to get the buggy back into your possession. No term was made about the condition it was in. Now you owe me half of what's in that trailer, and I aim on gettin' it, you bastard!"
He was breathing heavily, nostrils flaring. There was nothing Cipher hated more than getting screwed on a deal.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 15:21:49 GMT -5
"bah, fine....probobly nothing that great anyway....." He said, walking into the trailer. A sofa, a few boxes, a fridge full of food, and a crapload of boxes. Crow plopped onto the sofa, apparently about to make a smart-ass comment before he jumped off of it yelping in pain, "Son of a b****! Somthing stuck me!" He kicked the thing in anger and it rattled. "Hey, hand me that knife of yours....I think this shipment got a whole lot more interesting." When He cut open the sofa there was a weapons cashe inside it as well as a few of the guns pointed up in a perfect position to get someone in a bad mood. He pulled up a very nice looking sniper rifle and looked it over. "Fifty fifty or eighty twenty.....we both just scored.....I say we pick out what we want before we sell this sh**, weapons are hard to get a hold of nowadays...."
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Post by Rosy on Jan 29, 2008 16:17:32 GMT -5
Gail scooted out of the damaged buggy, pulling the radio/cd player with her. She tucked it under one arm and carefully placed it on the front seat of her truck.
"Evaan! Let's ditch this place. I'm willing to bet those two aren't coming back. Besides," she turned towards the girl, "I think it'd be fun to chase this hoe with a truck."
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 19:33:27 GMT -5
Er....let's take the easy way out.....We'll delete the screwed up posts and we can try this again......
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Post by Roara on Jan 29, 2008 23:53:47 GMT -5
back to the RP.
"Alright, you heard him, nobody moves until he gets back." Evaan barked, looking from person to person every couple of seconds, his gun raised, daring anyone to make a break for it.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 30, 2008 3:30:26 GMT -5
Cipher rubbed his hands together, smiling in spite of himself. He stepped into the trailer, using his Kabar to slice the packaging tape off of various boxes, and finding caches of weapons and ammo in all of them. He stashed several boxes of 12 gauge magnum slugs in his cargo and back pockets. In one box, he came across a Jericho 941 pistol. "Check this sh** out," he said holding the gun up so Crow could see it. He then stashed several clips and boxes of bullets for the gun in his remaining pocket space. There were several automatics and assault rifles in the trailer, but those never were Cipher's style. He stuck to more precise semi-automatic weapons.
"Well, you wanna split it up before we cash it in or after?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 30, 2008 5:48:13 GMT -5
*me figures this is something along the lines of Mad Max, given what's gone on so far, so might as well run with it ;D*
Sasha let out a deep sigh, finally taking her hands off the buggy and sitting down, ignoring the girl's idle comments. Her legs were giving her fits, and if she stood up without moving any longer, she'd probably fall over anyways. She stretched her feet out lazily, yawning as she laid her head back against the buggy. Now, if only the little heathen would come a bit closer to Sasha, she'd get a taste of what's coming to her...
However, she soon sat up, a distant roar catching in her finely-tuned ears. It was the sound of an engine, but not just one; the sound made even her twitch in fear, something she rarely did. Gangs was the first thing that came to her mind, and she didn't like the idea of it, not one bit. Sasha could tolerate thieves, raiders, and pirates, because they killed and stole out of necessity; gangs raped, pillaged, and took everything in sight, merely for their own enjoyment.
More than likely, the whole fascade of capturing her and shooting a lot made it a lot easier to find them. 'Go figure' she mumbled to herself, annoyed by her rotten, horrible luck today. Even if it got her shot, she wasn't about to stick around to become Bubba's little b****; better to die by a bullet to the back or head than to be stripped of all honor and sanctity, then probably split open and dragged around for a good long while for the perverse entertainment of sick minds...
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Post by Roara on Jan 30, 2008 9:39:46 GMT -5
"Ahh sh**." Evaan said, and put the key back into the ignition of his ATV. "I dont know about you, but I am not going to get hoarded today." He growled, but his mind was contradicting itself, fallow orders or get into a fire fight.
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 12:09:41 GMT -5
"Hey...you hear that? aw sh**! start running this stuff inside! we got a gang coming!" He shouted grabbing a large box and running inside shouting curses to the ten or so others who ran out and started helping him because of the "favors" he'd done for them. Eventually they were all inside with the boxes stored in Cypher's side room. Inside Crow was starting to shout orders, "Get those window plates in place! Lock everuthing but the front door, and for christ's sake! get your f**king vehicles locked down!" He said, making his own buggy inoperable untill they passed away. Tower or not, the thing had survived countless sanddstorms over fifty years(some say even longer than that) and was still in good shape. It was also said that the place could stand up to gunshots. "Everyone to the bottom floor! We still got Evaan and Gail out there! Shoot anything that isn't one of ours!" He started climbing the stairs to the snipers post. When he got there he tryed to spot the large dust cloud that they would normally leave. Stashed with more ammo than someone usually in the military he almost felt sorry for them.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 30, 2008 15:56:38 GMT -5
Cipher set the last of the boxes down inside the tower and looked around at all the scared faces in the bottom of the tower. "Well, don't just sit there, goddammit!" He ran up the stairs and tossed Crow a short burst radio. "Whatcha got?" He asked, scanning the horizon for signs of the gang. He wasn't worried so much about the safety of the camp, but he had a lot of money sitting downstairs in those guns, and he'd be d**ned if he let some gang get their grubby hands on it.
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 16:07:25 GMT -5
There were a lot of them.....They were in trucks, dirtbikes and buggys. "Quite a few of them. Looks like they outnumber us three to one...." Several gunshots rang out from upstairs, "Make that two and a half to one...." He watched some of them take cover as a small part of their force fell with gaping holes in their heads "On a side note, I love this gun....."
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Post by Roara on Jan 30, 2008 16:39:38 GMT -5
Evaan Grabbed Gail and put her on the back of his ATV, and sped off to the Tower. He wasn't going to die for some prisoner they had just picked up. Back at the base, he dropped her off right inside the front door, and went into his room, which was in the basement of the building. Clawing open a rusty iron cabinet, he picked up his favorite weapon: The handheld mini gun.
Setting the hefty weapon onto his bead, which sunk at least a foot toward the ground, he picked up two large white cylinders, both looking to be large paint cans. He flipped open a little latch on one of them, stuck one large finger in, and pulled out the end to a chain of bullets. Clipping it into the feeder, he slid the rest of the container into place by the small engine he latched onto it.
Evaan waddled over to where Cipher was, having to walk weird because of the weight of the weapon.
"I am ready." He said setting it carefully on a nearby table, so he had a chance to sling his AK-47 over his shoulder, and put on a bullet proof vest.
"Oh, and do you need ear plugs?" He asked, holding out a freshly washed pair, and sticking his own into his ears.
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 16:44:57 GMT -5
More gunshots were heard upstairs along with a cheerfull shout from Crow. The radio came to life with a burst of static before crow's voice came in, "Hey, are evaan and gail back? They see the tower and are headed this way, ETA ten minuites, repeat, ten minuites. I'll get as many of them as I can before they get here, but there's going to be more than enough of them to-" Somthing ricocheting in the room inturrupted him momentarily, "son of a b****!" Crow fired again, "sorry about that, one of them fired off a shot that would have knocked a hat off of my head....."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 30, 2008 18:49:32 GMT -5
(trying to play a bit of catch-up here >.<)
Sasha wasn't about to become mincemeat either; they were still a good distance off, but closing fast. The truck was her only option as they closed the gap quickly; flipping her shotgun neatly into her hands and stashing it into her belt, she jumped into the truck, popping the ignition switch out with a screwdriver left in the truck and hotwired the thing as fast as she could. Once the truck turned over, she peeled out, treading sand everywhere as she tried desperately to get away.
The gang was nearly upon her when she started gaining speed, which was difficult given the bulkiness of the vehicle. Busting the window out, she trained the freshly-loaded shotgun out the side, aiming for the leaking wreck as she pulled both triggers at once... A rather lucky piece of shot sparked against the gas tank, the explosion of which tore the surprisingly rickety vehicle in three, sending shrapnel into several adjacent vehicles and spreading wreckage all around as another vehicle blew up. However, several had already passed her, and shots rang out from all directions; both in front of her, and behind her... and she was stuck right in the middle of it all, right where she didn't want to be.
Several shots pitted the side of the truck, one of them hitting the radiator. Steam blew up in front of her, but Sasha kept driving. As she reloaded the shotgun, she slipped one of the few Dragon's Breath rounds that she carried into the breach, and a buckshot into the other as she snapped it shut, a gang-driven buggy coming up alongside her. As the driver tried to aim at Sasha, she pushed the business end of the shotgun out the window, blowing the driver clean out of his seat; she needed the buggy, as the truck was too slow. Pushing a box of ammo onto the gas, Sasha made a risky move and climbed out the window, jumping for the slowing, driverless buggy. Tearing through the canvas top, she gunned the gas, opening the shotgun and replacing her spent round with a fresh one as several gang members surrounded the truck.
Snapping the shotgun shut, she scooted as close as she could manage to the other side, aiming the gun at the truck. Sorry lady, but this is business... she told herself, firing the left barrel; the Dragon's Breath roared a ten-foot flame right at the truck, flames spewing out for three seconds before it dissipated. The whole front end of the truck on fire, Sasha sped away, looking out the rear-view just as it exploded in a bright-orange ball of flames, killing whoever was on or near it.
She could see a fair-sized tower not fifteen miles away from her, and almost didn't notice the guy coming up on her flank until a massive shot rang out and his head exploded like a ripe melon. The vehicle drifting towards her, and she responded by bumping it away, towards another group that were being mercilessly slaughtered by oncoming fire. She knew they didn't care about her own life, but she didn't much care for theirs either... still, the tower was her only chance, as she figured she'd be surrounded before getting to the city. A shot ricocheted near her head, and she instinctively ducked for a second. It seemed that no matter how many she knocked off, more were coming up from behind. Abruptly, her eyes locked onto a fairly terrifying sight; by what she could make out, some psycho stood at the front gates with a rather large piece of metal in his hands, shouting something... A Dillon?? Who are these people?!
Tearing the rest of the roof down, she looked back as she tied a piece of it to her shotgun; the rest of the gang were about fifty yards behind her, a good distance but not much to work with. If she wanted to stay alive, she'd have to get inside one way or another. Moving out from the direct path of the minigun, she pushed the shotgun through the roof, having made a temporary white flag. She hoped they'd let her in instead of leaving her out here to die; even if they didn't, she wasn't going down without a fight... Sasha looked at the gas gauge, and her hopes sunk fast; still a mile away, and the gauge read 'Empty'. She'd have to bumrush the rest of the way, if the maniacs didn't shoot her first...
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 19:04:17 GMT -5
The radio crackled to life again, "my god....white flag or not, Gail is either going to kill that b**** or give her a hug for doing that......" He said, firing on some of the others. He changed his voice to mimic the pitch of one of those cheesy sales men, "Buggys bikes and trucks! Get one while you can! They sell like lightning! all for the price of a few spent bullet shells! buy now!" Over the radio several gunshots rang out while he said that, "Ah...I love scavenging....."
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