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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 18:28:35 GMT
Wic comes round the side, and John goes for the gun. A burst of fire comes from the back of the van, hitting both of you.
The bullets catch Wic in the shoulder and the leg //, but John gets a couple in the torso ///.
John opens fire, and Wic steps back. You think your first shot hits, but you can't tell how badly.
Guy 1: XXXXX//
Guy 2: ?????
John: X/////
Wic: //
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 18:30:14 GMT
Wic steps back and spends blood to heal.
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 18:33:03 GMT
Cant keep this up I fire off a round as I pull back out of sight and use blood to heal as much as possible
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 18:39:08 GMT
An exchange of fire goes on.
Another burst from the van catches you in the chest, Thank god for not having internal organs; //, as you fire back. Once again, you think you've hit. You feel your vitae knitting your face back together.
You duck out the way, spending more blood to heal yourself, and the firing temporarily stops. Treyvon jumps over the fence, and positions himself by the van. He slips his arm inside, and squeezes off a few shots, randomly.
Guy 1: XXXXX//
Guy 2: ?????
John: X///
Wic:
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 18:42:11 GMT
I yell out to the men inside "why dont you just give up. your out numbered."
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 18:45:02 GMT
"How about you step away, or we kill it."
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 18:48:05 GMT
"well then think about this you kill it and what happens to you will be will be beyond anything you could imagine. Be smart."
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 18:51:43 GMT
"Time to run asshole."
Something slides out of the van, onto the ground. A metal casing, with a burning fuse.
Well, this isn't good.
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 18:55:56 GMT
I run in the direction of the front of the van and the far fence.
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 19:00:13 GMT
Everyone dives away; Trey leaps over the fencing, putting his hands over his head, Jessie falls into the fence, practically through it, and Wic sprints with you.
The device explodes, knocking John flat, and Wic staggering, but you're both out of harms way. You're not sure about the others. What you are sure about is that part of the van seems to be on fire, and it's not going to be long before something flammable goes bang.
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 19:06:10 GMT
I get up as fast as possiable and jump over the fence and wait for the big bang.
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 1, 2006 2:45:15 GMT
Wic, relentless now, runs back to the van, if he can control himself, he runs inside, grabs the woman and runs out and keeps running until he's a safe distance.
[spending blood and willpower to move quickly]
If the guy inside puts up a fight, he'll use Eye of the Beast on him and continue to get the girl.
Why am I doing this?
I don't like to give up.
...And they'll owe me.
...If I survive.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 1, 2006 8:41:25 GMT
You pelt it back towards the van, all the time wondering, why, why you?
You reach the back, just as one of the guys comes, bombing it out of the van, ignoring you, and heading for the end of the alley. You leave him to one of the others.
Inside the back of the van is the other guy, still clutching his SMG, lying, unconcious, and bleeding on the floor. He's been shot at least twice, and it looks like he was caught in the explosion. At the back of the van is a woman, wearing what's left of a business suit, stake thrust into her chest, inert.
You realise that this is going to get a whole lot worse; you can see at least one other pipe bomb on the floor of the van. It's time to move.
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 1, 2006 10:11:40 GMT
...because I like to finish what I start.
...I hope I can finish this!
Wic grabs her in a fireman's carry and hauls ass out of there.
[He's keeping his blood now but burning more willpower to get out of there and away from the van.]
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 1, 2006 11:18:32 GMT
Wic: You're vaguely aware of a shot being fired; you're not sure by who or at who; but everything else is a bit of a haze.
You run straight forward, away from the doomed van, running for all you're worth to get away.
Then it goes up.
You're out of the worst of it, but you still feel the explosion burning into your back, and you're thrown to the floor of the alley, your unconcious charge falling unceremoniously from your grip. XXXX
John: You're shielded from the worst of it, by a combination of distance, and the fence in the way. You narrowly dodge a section of smouldering fence as it blasts away from the remains of the van.
Trey: You manage to get one shot off at the fleeing man, but you don't stick around to see the results. You're retreating up the garden when you get a piece of metal in the leg. Glancing hit though, nothing serious. X
The van's a wreck, twisted metal, some fire still clinging to it. You doubt if there'll be anything salvagable. From where you are, you can't see the fleeing guy.
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