"By order of His Majesty the King, put down your weapons and come out with your hands up!", the soldier ordered as he pointed his sub machine gun at the gas station where his quarry had taken refuge.
"How many are out there Pumbaa?", Timon asked as he loaded his lee-enfield.
"Nine.", the short, round man said as he put another shell into his Winchester. "Two with sub guns and the rest with sidearms."
"Okay, now the car is on the other side of that group.", Timon said. "And there's no back door to this place, so if we want to continue living free, we're going to have to go through them."
"So we just shoot our way out?", Pumbaa asked.
"Yep.", Timon said, chambering a round and aiming at one of the soldiers with a sub gun.
Bang!
The rifle's crack echoed through the building as Timon's bullet tore through the soldier's heart, ending his life.
A cacophony of gunfire erupted from the soldiers, forcing the two to duck.
The surviving sub machine gunner paused to reload, stripping rounds into his magazine.
Boom!
A blast from Pumbaa's 12 gauge caught him in the face, killing him instantly.
"Forward!", the ranking soldier shouted as he broke his revolver and began to reload.
Three soldiers provided covering fire as the rest rushed the building, storming through the door.
Timon and Pumbaa commenced rapid fire into the four in the doorway, killing three and wounding the other.
The surviving soldier collapsed, both legs shot.
"Argh!", he screamed as he fired point blank at his foes, forcing them behind cover.
Bullets whizzing past him, Pumbaa drew his .357 and put a bullet between the wounded man's eyes, before turning his attention to the three outside.
"Cover me!", one of the soldiers shouted as he attempted to maneuver towards his enemy's flank.
Pumbaa and the soldier exchanged gunfire as they closed with one another.
Click!
Click!
The two abandoned their revolvers, letting them hang by their lanyards as they drew other weapons.
Pumbaa blocked a strike from a baton as he unsheathed his knife, giving the soldier an underhanded slash to the chin.
The soldier gasped as his cheek was sliced open, forcing him back a step before he retaliated with a thrust at Pumbaa's stomach.
Pumbaa hooked the baton away, before plunging his knife into the soldier's neck.
Meanwhile Timon reloaded his revolver and aimed at one of the soldier's outside, cocking the hammer back.
Bang!
The bullet struck the soldier between the eyes, killing him.
"Kings damn it!", the remaining soldier swore as he rushed towards a near by police call box.
He threw the door open and snatched the phone from the receiver.
"Yes center I need bac-", he began desperately.
Bang!
The soldier gasped as a bullet struck him in the back, severing his spine.
He collapsed, staring on helplessly as he watch the two fugitives climb into their car and take off down the road as the world faded around him.