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Cocaine Gun Smoke [open]; Rumble in the Jungle,
Topic Started: 20 Nov 2008, 12:27 PM (279 Views)
Wintermute	20 Nov 2008, 12:27 PM Post #1
Regular Posts: 381 Group: Members Member #1,183 Joined: 18 July 2008 Country: Australia	It was a rainy night in Colombia Fell in fat droplets and nothing was as water proof as it was supposed to be in this sort of rain. Kelly wore a charcoal coloured turtleneck, had a olive drab parka to protect from the rain and the hood was soaked through so he didn't bother to throw it over his head, an uncomfortable we feeling trickling down the back of his neck as he sucked down a lung full of Marlboro cancer through a drooping cigarette, everything was wet but there was work to be done and money to be made. He stood at the bow of an old torpedo boat, skeletal racks vacant and the motor sounded like a bucket of nails as it hammered through sultry darkness where trees drabed low over muddy banks and into a swollen river. They were headed toward a cluster of lights, dim and yellow, reflected in the fractured surface of the river ahead as the mechanical animal became ever more concious of the Kalashnikov slung over his shoulder. It was a dirty deal, five cases of land world war two vintage land mines for an undisclosed quantity of cocaine, no paperwork and no recipts but waging war wasn't free no matter what the cause and Kelly thought he might have understood. Behind him and under the knock-knock-knock of the old boat's motor, there was the sound of fuzzy voices over a radio, came from the boat's cabin where nameless foot soldiers sheltered from the weather and prepared to put on their war faces and look the part for the Colombian drug dealers who probably didn't give a shit how bad ass their new customers looked on a rainy night in the jungle. "We're five minutes out, sir." A voice came, young and attached to a head of sandy blonde hair, wore an army-surplus tunic with the Norweigan flag sewn onto the sleeve. "Very good, maintain course and tell me if you get anything over the radio." He was nervous, didn't bother to look and he heard boots scampering back into the cabin as the boat steered around the jagged specter of a sunken tree. A village on the Magdalena river 0100 hours local time Yumi stubbed out a cigarette, lit another one with a brushed chrome zippo and peered through a dirty glass window toward the river, saw nothing more than rain and the black serpent called Magdalena. The little house was hot, smelled of blood and gunpowder, one corpse in a rumpled suit, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood and another man was bound in the fetal position with nylon rope. They were nobody, low level cartel members, Lazarus was bigger than the cartels so it didn't matter anyway. "Alright, the job hasn't changed, they want us to take prisoners and anything else we can get a hold of." She spoke at the team rather than to them, lounging around a little house in Colombia, the worst part was nearly over and soon enough they'd meet their quarry. She was ready, tiger stripe cammies, SIG Sauer in a nylon shoulder rig and web gear that was all grenades and ammo. She carried an M4 carbine, Force Intel custom courtesy of one William Rhavain and a night-sight from the latest line of Akiyama military spec. It was slung across her shoulder, dragged on her cigarette and felt the knife-edge rush of adrenaline practically begging to fire through her veins at a mile a minute. "The plan hasn't either, take up positions around the ville and try to leave at least one of them alive enough to interrogate." She turned to the rest of the team in the room behind her, blew a smoke ring. "We've got the reputation that we have for a reason, we're good, hell we're the fucking best." Gung-ho, blood thirsty, ready for action. "Let's keep it that way." Maybe a little too bloodthirsty, They knew that though, the people who paid her. She suspected that her thirst for blood was the reason she kept getting paid. [open to all clans; use your imagination]



Atrum Daemon	20 Nov 2008, 10:05 PM Post #2
Veteran Posts: 1,398 Group: Members Member #395 Joined: 2 November 2007 Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark Country: United States of America Browser: Firefox 1.5 Gender: Male	He never thought he would ever have to come back. The smells had not changed. Neither had the sounds or sights. Hell, even the pair of bodies in the little house were all too familiar. Roy Teirnan was all too familiar with the sights, sounds, and smells of Colombia. He ran a hand along the length of one of the knife handles at his side. His dress made him seem slightly out of place in the area. The fatigues and jacket he wore had once been green camouflage colored and were now colored dark shades of gray instead. He tapped the toe of one of his boots against the wooden floor a few times as he gripped the handle of the Kimber Custom handgun modified to use .454 Casull rounds strapped to his right thigh. Roy had never been one to arm himself with a rifle or machine gun. In jungle areas such as Colombia, he knew how to move and operate without them. With a bit of luck, he might not even have to use the Kimber at all. But, he didn't get his hopes up.



Wintermute	23 Nov 2008, 11:43 AM Post #3
Regular Posts: 381 Group: Members Member #1,183 Joined: 18 July 2008 Country: Australia	The same river, same village. Not too much later. The town was too quiet, hauled up at a stout little jetty and it was barely a foot out of the water, didn't quite look right so it was obvious that the river was flooded and a car was half submerged in the brown water beside a flickering lamp post that stood at an odd angle and cast a pool of light on the spot where people were supposed to park their cars and the meeting was supposed to take place. Except it had been rained out. Instead there were a pair of white Land Rovers parked farther up the road, a slight incline that led to the village proper, beyond the long tin sheds that were all harsh white lights and shit and rubbish floating away because the river rose too quickly in the vicious onslaught of falling rain. The headlights were turned on, cast long shadows in deep tyre tracks, Kelly stepped off the boat first and a footsoldier behind him secured it to the jetty with a length of nylon rope. Kalvin was there, she was always there. He could feel her presence behind him as he flicked his cigarette into the swollen river and shouldered his Kalashnikov, careful steps in the direction of their new-ish meeting place but it was all wrong. There was a knot in his stomach that he thought was just nerves, he swept the buildings with the muzzle of his gun but he didn't see anything and that was why the knot went cold and he knew that something was wrong. "Something's wrong, they should be here." He said, peered hard through the rain and thought that something moved in a darkened window, it was probably his imagination or maybe it was his contact and he was just being paranoid. "Maybe they're just inside because of the rain." A voice came from behind, Kalvin moved closer like she knew that whoever had made the suggestion was wrong and Kelly couldn't help but agree. "Maybe." Kelly turned to the boat, his sister and the nameless faces that were along for the ride, maybe it was the other way around. "Alright, you two go around the left, you and you on the right." He made commanding gestures with one hand, clutched his rifle with the other, sucked a tooth as his boys scurried off into the raining dark and watched as a group of boys huddled around the crates of landmines. Mines for cocaine, they were pieces of shit and unstable as hell, didn't matter. Nothing did, they make the exchange and they get their blow, they sell it and somewhere along the line The Cadre gets a haul of big guns shipped over to sunny Somalia. Kelly could barely wait, wanted desperately to get his hands on the Lazarus machine but he was also aware that The Cadre had the means to conduct a respectable war and he, unforunately, did not. "Alright, you, take point and check out those cars up the hill there." He motioned toward the pair of 4x4's, their headlights glowing and cones of light merging into a pool of yellow on mud. "I don't like this, I think we might be getting ripped off, or worse." And not too far away... They were here, shadows in the distance, Yumi stared down the barrel of her gun through the Akiyama night sight and saw grainy shadows in black and green through sheets of driving water. The boat had arrived, rain falling so hard on the roof that she could barely hear the motor thumping until it was already tied up on the jetty, a slender knife shape on the river and she was glad that she didn't spot the shape of anything remotely machinegun looking. "They're here." She hissed at the team, following the group as they clambered over the side of the boat and made their way up to the village, they were supposed to meet down by the jetty but it was currently underwater. "Let's move into position now, keep it quiet and take out as many as you can before all hell breaks loose." She cocked her weapon, saw grainy shadows moving to surround the little village, Force Intel could deal with them. Her only real worry about what would otherwise be a walk in the park was a pair of rumors that she was sure were amongst the uniforms that climbed out of the torpedo boat and were making their way up toward the cluster of civillization. "By the way-" She added, before everybody had left. "I think those Bonnie and Clyde characters, the ones from the news, I think they're down there so no fucking about." And then she herself went to leave, trying to remember exactly what the bad quality surveillance footage looked like so she could match it up to the shitty green picture in her head. It was more a feeling than anything else, heard tell of a bair of sex-bots on the loose and then Bonnie and Clyde are reborn in a black Javelin on the road to Illinois. The rain trickled uncomfortable down the back of her neck as she moved past the bodies and outside, kept to the shadows and there were heavy footsteps, hear them even behind all the rain and she knew that the enemy weren't well trained at all. They weren't soldiers, not real ones, at least these weren't. They talked, too loud whispers and one of them slipped, fell and swore as they attempted to sneak around the back of a house. Yumi made a mental note, watch for two somewhere behind the houses, moved into the shadow of a broken down car between a pair of sodden houses and settled down to watch the bodies in the watery haze materialize as they approached the pair of 4x4's on the road to the jetty. She could feel it, an electricity in the air, it was a night for killing and before it was done, she would be head to toe in the blood of her enemies. She only hoped that the rest of the team would do the same, kill just as well and live to see another day, she should have hoped as much at least. But she didn't. There is much killing to be done



Atrum Daemon	25 Nov 2008, 11:58 PM Post #4
Veteran Posts: 1,398 Group: Members Member #395 Joined: 2 November 2007 Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark Country: United States of America Browser: Firefox 1.5 Gender: Male	Cold eyes narrowed under the brim of a forage cap. A storm coat was drawn fully around the body. In each hand sat thirty centimeters of steel. Rainy weather was a perfect time for Roy to put his best killing talent to use. The darkened sky, the noise of the rain and the occasional thunderclap. Like a pale ghost, he waited for the right moment. He needed to drag off a few hapless grunts before the metaphorical shit hit the equally metaphorical fan. It was time for a man to die. Like a predator, Roy waited just inside a slightly open door. It was coming. The perfect moment. A moment when the sky spoke louder than any man could. The moment came just as a gun barrel was poking through the door way. Thunder cracked and the man was yanked inside by a surprisingly powerful arm. A gloved hand closed over his mouth and cool steel slid across his neck. Blood welled from the perfect slice and spilled down his neck and the front of his shirt like a waterfall. The smell of the freshly spilled blood calmed Roy's pounding nerves. He carefully let the man to the floor, keeping his assault rifle close just in case. There was more death to be dealt. But care was needed to avoid casualties on their part. Roy cleaned the blood from his knife and slid it back into it's black leather home. He wondered how long it would take for the man to be missed. Not too long, certainly. The cold eyes blinked just once. The night had barely begun. Roy knew that before morning came, the streets of the small village would run red. It was an inevitability he accepted.



Jill the Ripper	29 Nov 2008, 11:10 AM Post #5
Addict Posts: 627 Group: Members Member #1,019 Joined: 10 June 2008	The rain - Kalvin only liked the rain when she was inside, dry, looking out. It could've been the rain or the fact that the waterfront had been drowned under the river or the fact that it only seemed to be them, their small crew, but Kalvin didn't like this. There was a knot of nerves buried deep inside her gut; something about this meeting didn't feel right, and she hovered close to Kelly as they made their way towards the 4x4s, armed and cautious. Soldiers - their men in green, red berets - fanned out, taking the sides as Kelly and Kalvin took the direct approach. This was far removed from anything Kalvin had ever imagined for herself or Kelly - light footsteps in sodden Colombian dirt, creeping around, making pacts with rebels... Kelly's drive for revenge was what brought them here, to this, and his partner couldn't help but despise it. The burning need within him for revenge left nothing for her, now. All they did was fight, kill others, push forward and harder into a promised war that Kalvin wish had never been thought of. Kelly... she wondered if maybe she could die, here in his country for this stupid, idiotic cause and have him care, or if the need to destroy Lazarus would throw her and her death aside. Kalvin was sure that she didn't want the answer, not now. No one moved out from inside the jeeps. If they were there, inside because of the wet, then Kalvin couldn't tell. Her hair was flattened now, wet, slick against the back of her neck and ears, her fringe dripping water down her eyelashes and nose. Her grip on the AK in her hands tightened - she couldn't afford to drop it, not now, not in the darkness and the emptiness occupied only by she, Kelly and his men. The uneasiness within her tightened, like a physical pain and she paused, whispering to Kelly, "We should move back. This feels like a set -" Her words were cut short by gun fire, loud and sharp in the night.



Wintermute	29 Nov 2008, 11:57 AM Post #6
Regular Posts: 381 Group: Members Member #1,183 Joined: 18 July 2008 Country: Australia	shit + fan = the situation at hand Stalking the enemy, Yumi was like a ghost behind rows of shabby looking houses, sneaking through shadows so dense they could have swallowed a man whole and the rain didn't help whoever was out there any more than Yumi's life up until this point. Well trained, finely honed, sharp like a knife and tough as nails. She felt the animal half of her mechanical persona coming out, the visceral feeling that settled in all the dark places of her mind as she clenched her jaw, kneeled in the shadow of a dwelling that looked like it was about to fall over under the weight of so much water. A tin roof, she could still hear the wood creaking as it flexed and warped, windows were hollow like eyes and she didn't hear them coming. Not nessecarily a matter of underestimating her foe, even though she might have, more like one of life's little fuck ups that are un-avoidable and not much other than bad. He tripped over her, she didn't hear them coming, a pair of soon-to-be corpses in khaki. His knee hit her in the shoulder, he was tall, he fell and landed face first in the shit and mud by Yumi's boots while his rifle landed in a puddle of thick dirt and water. He swore, she swore and his friend levelled his weapon at Yumi as her own fell to the ground as well, how ever many thousands of dollars worth of high end optics and all. She didn't have time to think, working on pure instinct as she lunged at him, one hand reaching for the stiletto sheathed in her left boot as the right one propelled her through waterlogged air. shit He pulled the trigger. Her other hand batted the muzzle of a new looking AK 103 away, bullets stitched up the place beside her head and she felt a gust of warm air and hot lead zip by her ear as the knife blade sunk deep into an eye socket but she muffled his cry with her hand and there was only one word to sum up everything running through her head at the moment she landed with a still writhing corpse under her, his friend scraping at the ground and fighting his way up from a pool of muck and looking for his rifle in near total darkness. Her knee hit him hard in the face, heard the meaty tearing sound of teeth coming out, imagined that he swallowed one because he coughed and she grabbed at something to hold him by. His hair was slick, smooth, briefly wondered what conditioner he wore as she wrenched his head up into a violent embrace and then she hacked his throat out, jerked the blade three times through thick tissue and then stopped before she hit bone and he was still breathing through the wound and all the blood that flowed like water. the shit has officially hit the fan The Akiyama optics were caked with dirt and mud, swiped the gun up on the move and she ran hard and fast, dove into the back of a house and there wasn't much of anything inside but it had a nice view down the road to where the trucks were parked. The floor was wood, would have been brittle but it was waterlogged, smelled like wet newspaper and there was a recently vacated bed with a gas lamp hissing away beside it. Yumi pointed her rifle down the road, the grip covered with mud that was all grainy and felt like sand in puke between her fingers. The optics were still working, the lens was wet and it distorted the picture, but it was still working and she made a quick mental note to see how many more she could get her hands on as she tried to remember where every grainy little shadow went to. The buyers must have known something like this would happen, they would have been stupid not to, Yumi lined up a shot on a pair of bodies that weren't as close to cover as the others and squeezed the trigger. Bullets hissed through rain, all the shit and rubbish by the side of the road and one went wild, put a hole in the back of one of the trucks and Yumi thought that the couldn't-be Bonnie and Clyde might not have been there afterall but it occured to her that she didn't really know and wouldn't until the smoke had cleared well and truly. but it would have been nice to kill a celebrity couple meanwhile... The first burst wasn't a surprise, the fact that it wasn't aimed at the troops headed uphill was though and Kelly gripped his gun white knuckle tight as synthetic ears and artificial senses worked hard to figure out where the fire had come from, wether it was an AK or whatever they were shooting at was armed with. Bodies scattered, Kelly kept moving up the hill, the best defence is a good offence and he stuck to the edge of the road where he could move fast and head for cover. "Fuck, they're firing!" Kelly spat. "Take cover, keep moving!" And that was how they moved, sloppy as all fuck but close enough, cover to cover and Kalvin was still there. Always there. Kelly wasn't sure if he was afraid or excited, if it wasn't Lazarus then at least it was a chance to shoot people, it was nice to let it all out from time to time. Moving, covering, wet footsteps behind him and he realized that they might have taken the flanks, elimenated his men around either side and maybe they were moving around to cut them apart in a crossfire meat grinder. Too late now, if that was the case then they were fucked anyway, aggression was his strategy and he wondered if this was it, the end of his own little crusade. A moment's thought, felt a little like an eternity and reality came back in the form of hot lead all around him. It hit the mud, sliced through the air, someone cried out behind him but he didn't know if they were hit or if they were just taked by surprise when cold steel barked, thunderclap and muzzleflash in the rain. His first thought was to swing around, siezed Kalvin by the collar and hurled her into the drainage ditch by the roadside, full of old cardboard boxes and plastic bags full of other plastic bags, there was a shopping trolley farther up ahead but by the time he had noticed, he was on his knees and up to his waist in water rushing down into an already swollen river. The trucks came closer and closer, white light and long shadows. "Watch our sides!" He cried out, looked back over his shoulder and some very concerned faces looked back at him, nodding and mouthing words that he couldn't hear for all the noise of hell breaking loose amid a thunderstorm. "Keep moving up, there's one in that house up the road and probably more!" He shouted back to Kalvin. "I'm going to take them out, keep me covered!" With that he was up again, onto the road and he was close enough to the houses that he could make one big, suicidal dash at the house where the bullets came from. He held onto the rifle in his arms, swinging to and fro, gritted his teeth and there was more gunfire. He hoped that swift and decisive action would stun the enemy, the order to his madness, shot a quick burst into the house to keep the shooters head down. Edited by Wintermute, 29 Nov 2008, 12:22 PM.



Atrum Daemon	5 Dec 2008, 04:39 AM Post #7
Veteran Posts: 1,398 Group: Members Member #395 Joined: 2 November 2007 Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark Country: United States of America Browser: Firefox 1.5 Gender: Male	Kimber custom in one hand, assault rifle pilfered from his first kill slung over his shoulder, and a knife in the other hand. He appeared like a pale, gray-clad ghost with the lightning. The pistol raised and spoke. It spat fire and a .454 Casul round flew forth. The unfortunate it was aimed for soon found one side of his head exploding, spilling brains, blood, and bone out onto the muddy ground. He was gone, then. For Roy, he was back in his element. There were four more rounds in his Kimber magazine, the assault rifle was full, and the knife was thirsty. The shit had gone beyond the fan and was spraying about as fast as the enemy bullets. Roy kept low to the ground, circled round the back of the shack whose side he was using for a hiding place and came out the other side behind a bogey. The knife penetrated the man's spine and his body jerked as his nervous system was cut off. The knife flew back into its sheath and the Kimber was then held in a two handed grip as Roy aimed. The clip emptied. Four more lay dead. Three with fist-sized holes in their heads, and one had a hole in his chest. Into the bushes he went. His boots and calves were covered in mud as he crouched behind the pathetic excuse for a shrub. Holstering the sidearm, Roy slung the Kalashnikov assault rifle off his shoulder, flipping off the safety. He would have preferred a suppressor until he remembered that the night was already loud as fuck with the gunshots and periodic thunder. Roy rose again. And was promptly seen by four men with large rifles. 'Aww..fuck me' was all Roy had time to think. Nothing ever went smoothly in South America.



Jill the Ripper	9 Dec 2008, 11:53 AM Post #8
Addict Posts: 627 Group: Members Member #1,019 Joined: 10 June 2008	Kalvin couldn't even scream - Kelly had run ahead of her his own gun blazing with fire, shooting blindly, heading towards on of the houses in the village. All she could do was follow, even as she heard more gun fire from different directions. She didn't even know who they were fighting; all she could tell in the dark and the wet was that these people wanted them dead. Kelly, she thought. Kellykellykelly, you stupid bastard, don't die, don't get us killed. Unfortunately she wasn't as fast - or as lucky - as he was. Where Kelly made it to the targeted house Kalvin had to fall, hitting the wet dirt with a dull thud, pressing her body into the mud and waiting for a break in the gun fire so she could get up and run again. There was a heartbeat, a moment where there was nothing nearby, or so Kalvin thought, so she picked herself up and threw her body back into running after her partner, her Kelly. The gunfire started again, louder, and with effort Kalvin pressed her legs harder and made it to the relative shelter of the one-storey house that Kelly had disappeared into. It was quiet inside, like the noise from where Kalvin had just escaped from was muffled, blanketed by the falling rain on the roof. Dark - Kalvin couldn't see properly, and she fumbled around, trying to be mouse-quiet, praying that she would meet up with Kelly and not an enemy shooter. Her footsteps caused the floorboards to creak, and the engineered woman paused, willing herself to listen, to wait, to see. There was someone ahead of her. She could hear their breathing. "Fuck!" The voice was female, sudden in the dark and Kalvin spin around only to have the lights of the house flicker on and to witness Kelly in front of her, being blind-sided by a slight woman with short hair. "Kelly!" Kalvin cried, too late - the woman struck out, throwing her gun at Kelly like a club, striking his surprised face with a sickening thunk and he dropped, knocked out. Kalvin didn't think. The AK in her arms, still wet from the rain, was thrown to her feet as she unsheathed the knife that Kelly had insisted she carry. The woman that had attacked Kelly was still, deadly so, and both stared the other down, Kalvin's teeth bared. "I'm going to take this knife and rake it up from your stomach to your jaw, bitch." Kalvin hissed. The woman smiled, pulling out her own blade.



Wintermute	11 Dec 2008, 08:18 AM Post #9
Regular Posts: 381 Group: Members Member #1,183 Joined: 18 July 2008 Country: Australia	Fuck the new guns. Yumi hurled her weapon an instant after she pulled the trigger and heard it click, might as well have been a death rattle for her, fucked up at the worst possible time and now she had to improvise. It collected the man running at her, hit square between his eyes and knocked him flat, sent his spraling in the mud but there wasn't time to draw her shooter, could have been but the shape that came from over his body was a woman who hurled her own rifle aside. It was getting interesting. Yumi saw the knife in her hand, it's blade sleek and dangerous in the night time light, slow motion adrenaline rush and she saw water streak down the knife's length. Half of her stayed with the fight and the other half wandered off into the ether, consciousness drifting skyward and dove into an invisible stream of waves and data until she found a hub that was probably a satellite in low orbit, but she could never tell for sure. Not in the middle of a fight anyway, she jumped on a telephone network, white hot lines in her head burning and she concentrated a little harder. "I'm going to take this knife and rake it up from your stomach to your jaw, bitch." Venom on her tounge, she meant business. Yumi's physical self smiled, reached back and drew a sinister looking dagger from it's sheath in the small of her back, anodized black on all commando custom design. The thing was made for killing. the cell phone rang, he picked up. the guns, they're fucked, you've got some serious explaining to do if this doesn't get me killed. she ducked out of the white hot information stream, other half crashing back into her physical self and she felt nauseous Yumi smiled, eyed the other woman up and a delicate frame was outlined by thunderclap lightning in the sky, the storm was right overhead. She dropped into a low stance, stepped sideways and her heart skipped a beat then began to hammer away at a mile a minute, the shit had really begun now and she could feel that it wouldn't end without more than a few corpses going stiff in Colombian jungle mud. Yumi took the initiative, let the blade slip into an aggressive position, blade facing downward and outward, threw a punch with the objective of slicing the other woman's throat and cocked her arm to ward off the inevitable. As usual, she wasn't sure what the inevitable was supposed to be short of it being inevitable, but she thought in that moment that things like this were the reason she was a black ops shooter instead of a something normal that she couldn't even begin to imagine being. She was Yumi Fedorov and she was now in a knife fight with a mysterious stranger. Except the face was familliar.



Atrum Daemon	12 Dec 2008, 08:57 AM Post #10
Veteran Posts: 1,398 Group: Members Member #395 Joined: 2 November 2007 Favorite theme: RPA 2: Dark Country: United States of America Browser: Firefox 1.5 Gender: Male	How in the hell did they manage to completely miss? Roy blinked and stared at the men before quickly bringing the AK up and firing holes into the enemy gunmen. He was vaguely aware of something nasty happening near Yumi's position, but he was too occupied to go get a closer look. He was occupied by a man coming up behind him and attempting to strangle him with his rifle. Roy flipped the man over his back and sunk a knife into his left eye socket. The long blade went clear through the man's skull, leaking red blood into the brownish mud. Then, a fist collided with the back of Roy's head. The pale man was sent sprawling forward and knocked his head against a building wall. Whirling around, he was faced with the fist of a very big, muscled, pissed off South American. The fist smashed Roy clean through the wall and onto the floor of the house. Coughing in the dust, Roy sprang up and whipped around with a roundhouse kick that caught the bigger man hard in the ribs. He grunted and swung at Roy again. Roy ducked and came up with a punch to the man's gut, then grabbed his head as bent over and introduced the man's face to his knee. The man's nose shattered and he reeled back, clutching his face. The man recovered fast and caught Roy with a backfist before grabbing the back of his jacket and hurling him across the room. Roy broke a chair as he landed and tugged his second knife from his sheath and thrust forward as the big man came at him again. The long knife plunged through flesh and bone, not stopping until the living heart was skewered. Walking out of the house, he dashed over to the man he killed before he was attacked by the big one, yanked his second knife free and picked up the assault rifle again. Seriously. Fuck Columbia.



Jill the Ripper	22 Dec 2008, 09:46 AM Post #11
Addict Posts: 627 Group: Members Member #1,019 Joined: 10 June 2008	The bitch that attacked Kelly struck out at Kalvin in a punch, her own knife in hand, causing Kalvin to swear and duck. It was a near miss - the other woman was good, a built fighter, quick. Kalvin was nothing more than a pretty sex toy with a blade. The thought, however, made her tighten her grip on the handle. "Fuck you." Kalvin spat, more to Lazarus for creating her than to the woman she was fighting with. Fury was rippling through her like a fire that wouldn't stop, that burned at the thought of how Kalvin and Kelly were never normal, could never be normal thanks to that faceless corporation. Lazarus was the reason they were here now, Kelly knocked out, Kalvin faced with the very real threat of getting killed by this strange, emotionless woman. It was with emotion, not reason, that Kalvin struck out, blind, her hand swinging down and across in a slashing motion from left to right. Her attack was too wide, to messy but it was driven by her sudden hatred, something that needed a target and this woman was the lucky candidate. The rain was still falling, some distant part of Kalvin realized. I don't want to be here.



Wintermute	26 Dec 2008, 12:28 AM Post #12
Regular Posts: 381 Group: Members Member #1,183 Joined: 18 July 2008 Country: Australia	Her opponent was fucked up, some sort of man/doll thing with bulbous joints and Yumi wasn't entirely comfortable with what that said about the direction certain types of science were headed toward. It would have been a good time to have a working rifle, maybe she should have went for her side arm, but she did so enjoy a good knife fight and she thought that it would be rude of her to complain to the powers that be. "Fuck you." Her opponent said with hot poison on her breath. First the poison, then the cold steel, swing an arc through the air and slow motion adrenaline vision moved faster than her body could. Split second intuition, Yumi planted her feet, turned her face away from the knife hurtling toward her and bought her arms up. The knife whistled through hair and glanced off the cool metal interface plug at the base of her neck as she bent her knees to deflect the force of the attack. The blade touched skin, she didn't notice, first blood to the enemy and Yumi twisted back, knife hand pushing her opponent's blade away and her other balled up into a fist sent like a flesh and bone missile toward the face of the ball jointed man/thing. That was why the face was so familliar, she thought, saw the fire in it's eyes and it was the Parker half to the Bonnie and Clyde that plagued the road to Chicago and then disappeared. She was fighting a celebrity and she liked that thought, if not a celebrity then at least someone on a top 10 wanted list somewhere, America's most wanted talking down about them for all their crime on the road to oblivion. Empathy, no time for shit like that, fist still cutting through soggy Colombian air. She was still pissed about the guns too, thinking about too much that wasn't killing this bitch in front of her though and she was vaguely aware of gunfire, might as well have been a world away but it wasn't. If the rest of the team was dead, Yumi knew at the back of her mind, then she was as good as fucked when the rest of whoever they were up against came around and turned her into a fleshy bullet sponge.



Jill the Ripper	7 Jan 2009, 11:41 AM Post #13
Addict Posts: 627 Group: Members Member #1,019 Joined: 10 June 2008	The punch to Kalvin's face was packed with tight muscle, and Kalvin swore as her head snapped to the side. The other woman had caught her cheekbone - it stung, Kalvin's eyes watering, but there was no time to clutch her face and cry, not here, not now. Her knife had caught on something on the women's neck just before - a necklace, or something, but then Kalvin had been treated to a better view of it as the bitch pushed her arm away and realized it was a plug, almost. This woman, this machine-thing... she was like her, like Kalvin. The realization that there could've been more projects - products - like herself and Kelly made the brunette humaniod's stomach drop. She wanted to sucker punch the bitch before her and while she was down for the count ask her who had made her what she was, if she was one of them, demand to know everything then slit her throat for good measure. Kalvin's resolved hardened, and gripping her knife more firmly, she scowled at her opponent, flinging her arm out so that her blade was pointed squarely at the other woman's throat. There was a sizable gap between them - her attack could be easily defended, but Kalvin would push forward and keep blindly stabbing until she got the bitch if need be. "Are you with them?" She spat. "Those bastards Lazarus?" Her breathing was heavy, her ears ringing. If this woman admitted to being with Lazarus, she would kill her, raking her knife from the bottom from her stoic opponent's spine up to the base of her skull. But not before she got some fucking answers.



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