CLANK!
Another bullet ricocheted off the junked car I was using for cover.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
"Jeez, these guys just won't stop." whispered as a peered from around the front end of the snow covered piece of shit. A bullet flew past my head and I was right back where I've been for the last ten minutes while these motherfuckers steal my cargo. But I got a good enough look to know there were two guys loading the van and two others keeping me behind this car, an Elven chick brandishing a machine gun, and a Human guy who was just standing there watching.
Easy run my hairy Ork ass. A simple snatch cargo, bring to Johnson deal. A cargo van leaves the company warehouse at 10pm, travels south on 34th until it merges onto Interstate 380 getting off at the Avenue D exit and then just a mile until it reaches it's final destination.
But I was privy to information that before getting on 380 it was going to pull into an old industrial lot on 34th. There they were to switch out the cargo into another unmarked non-company van. The company van resumes it's scheduled route unmanned while the un-marked takes an unknown route.
CLANK! CLANK!
"I'm still awake, cocksuckers!" I yelled. It was then that I saw my breath in the air and realized how cold it was.
Of coarse I planned on ambushing the van right after the cargo was switched and take off with it. Easy, seeing as there were only two armed guards and a driver. But while waiting on the second floor and watching them exchange cargo two motorbikes charged up firing automatic weapons. Took out the guards in a matter of seconds. Two other guys came out of the shadows of the surrounding abandoned vehicles and warehouses, one of which took care of the driver.
Me, like an idiot rushes down and fires as soon as I get out the door. Bad idea, I knew it was a bad idea but I wasn't going to let them take this away from me. This was too important. Two feet out the door and I was running for cover. And now? Well, now my ass is freezing from sitting in this snow.
"Ok, loaded up, let's go!" One of them yelled and I could hear the van start. If I was going to do anything, now would be the time.
I stood and fired both pistols. I aimed for the girl first, since she had the machine gun. What I didn't know was her back was turned, running to the van. Two shots hit her lower back and she was down. One of the guys hung out the van window and opened fire and I aimed for him. I saw light out of the corner of my eye and turned to see the human man from before, hands glowing red and raising his arms. I aimed for him but before I could fire, flames shot up from the top of the car and it was pushed a foot and knocked me down. I recovered and crawled back up against the car. Motherfucker shot a fireball at me!
I heard the van drive off. My cargo, gone. My run failed and I'm left here in the snow. In the cold god forsaken red snow.
Red snow?
I looked down to find a bullet wound in my gut. The pain didn't kick in until I clutched it to try and stop the bleeding. The fucker in the van must have got me, damn it. This one was going to get me the money to get her everything she could possibly want this year. I've made mistakes, I've let her down. And I did it again.
"Fuck..." I muttered to myself. I screwed up another Christmas. "Daddy's sorry Abigail..."