Resident Evil
S.A.T.A.N'S Gunslingers
Chapter 1: Bikes, Babes, and Bullets
The streets were paved with the darkness of the night, light coming from a flickering street lamp every now and then as dawn slowly began to break, revealing four motorbikes riding along the highway, each didn't even resemble any known model but the blood red and midnight blue ones in front had a striking resemblance to the Power Bikes off of the anime AKIRA. Each of the teens riding the bikes were barely over sixteen, three boys, one girl, each smirking as they skidded to a stop in front of a bar, the owner of the blood red bike lifting the canopy up and stepping off his then popping his neck loudly as a teen with hair spiking out followed suit "you sure this is the right place?" the boy nodded as the other boy and woman joined them, the woman spinning two Ingrams before sliding them into two custom holsters as the boy with spiked up hair lifted a sword off his bike, it was still in its sheath, and slipped it on as the other grabbed a katana and slid it into the sheath within his trench coat while the other boy lifted up a submachine gun and cocked it "lets get this over with"
Inside of the bar a tall muscular bouncer stood by the door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the various drug and ammunitions trading that went on near the pool tables until a knock on the door caught his attention and turned around, sliding open the peep window "ya?" he saw a young teen who grinned "hey my fine man, names Tony Gurlukoviche, I think my boy Jimmy James wanted to talk with me" the teen smiled, trying not to look at the woman next to the door calmly holding the two Ingrams up near her head while the two boys to the other side held two different weapons, the one with spiky hair holding a SPAS shotgun, the other holding an old soviet AK.
The bouncer grunted before closing the peep window and started opening the large metal door before the teen kicked the door, sending the bouncer flying back as he held an old western shotgun out and fired, the men at the bar being pelted by the buckshot before they could pull out their Glocks as the three others ran in, the woman flipping over one of the booths and started firing at the men at the pool tables while the two other boys rolled out, back to back, shooting at anything moving as the first teen, twirled the shotgun and slid it back into his trench coat as the bouncer got back up and pulled out a knife. The tall man ran at the smaller boy with the knife raised while the boy only glanced at him then bent backwards, narrowly avoiding the blade as he wrapped his arm around the bouncer's and a loud audible crack could be heard next to the man's screaming.
The boy unwrapped his arm then backhanded the man before spinning and smashing his heel into the man's jaw, as the other two boys turned seeing the bartender with a magnum as he turned and trained it on them "Die Bastards!" the two boys dashed away from each other as the bullet ricocheted off the ground and the boys ran to the bartender, both jumping up and kicking the man back into the beer bottles on the racks as they landed on the bar and turned around again cocking their weapons and began firing on what was left. The boy with the trench coat tilted his sunglasses down glancing around as another man ran up to him only to be flipped into a table "losers"
The woman flipped out of the booth and back handed another man then spun into a sweep kick, knocking him down as she stood up still spinning, and planted her heel into the man's chest as she raised the two Uzis and fired at the last two men, killing them both. The three teens finally stood up straight grinning "well that makes number six this week" the woman said, sliding the two ingrams back into the holsters "good, Ryan, go see if any of those nimrods are holding it" the boy with spiky hair nodded as he went about the several corpses "Garret, you go with Leda and see if any one is coming here to investigate" the short boy nodded as he walked out, followed by the woman who kissed his cheek when they were both out the door making the boy in the trench coat mutter "what perverts"
The boy was found sitting on his blood red bike as Ryan ran up to him "Nothing, I told you we should have waited until Thursday!" the boy glanced up at him then back at the glowing control panel on his bike "Umbrella knows we're after them, guess their operations are getting more scarce now" The boy grunted lightly then glanced over at the shorter boy and the woman "come on you two, lets get going already" The boy lowered the canopy of the bike and the engine roared to life as Ryan boarded his bike and lowered its canopy "next stop the National European Umbrella base" with that the blood red bike shot forward followed by the midnight blue then the Corley Motors custom and the Harley Davidson custom model.
As the teens rode off a man wearing a black vest and shirt as well as black jeans and shades stepped out of the shadows revealing his combed back blonde hair "so their heading for the base, my employer will be very interested in these vigilantes" he turned around, the S.T.A.R.S logo on the vest showing as he disappeared into the shadows as the small gang of bikers skidded around the corner.
Late.
The streets were paved with the darkness of the night, light coming from a flickering street lamp every now and then as dawn slowly began to break, revealing four motorbikes riding along the highway, each didn't even resemble any known model but the blood red and midnight blue ones in front had a striking resemblance to the Power Bikes off of the anime AKIRA. Each of the teens riding the bikes were barely over sixteen, three boys, one girl, each smirking as they skidded to a stop in front of a bar, the owner of the blood red bike lifting the canopy up and stepping off his then popping his neck loudly as a teen with hair spiking out followed suit "you sure this is the right place?" the boy nodded as the other boy and woman joined them, the woman spinning two Ingrams before sliding them into two custom holsters as the boy with spiked up hair lifted a sword off his bike, it was still in its sheath, and slipped it on as the other grabbed a katana and slid it into the sheath within his trench coat while the other boy lifted up a submachine gun and cocked it "lets get this over with"
Inside of the bar a tall muscular bouncer stood by the door with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the various drug and ammunitions trading that went on near the pool tables until a knock on the door caught his attention and turned around, sliding open the peep window "ya?" he saw a young teen who grinned "hey my fine man, names Tony Gurlukoviche, I think my boy Jimmy James wanted to talk with me" the teen smiled, trying not to look at the woman next to the door calmly holding the two Ingrams up near her head while the two boys to the other side held two different weapons, the one with spiky hair holding a SPAS shotgun, the other holding an old soviet AK.
The bouncer grunted before closing the peep window and started opening the large metal door before the teen kicked the door, sending the bouncer flying back as he held an old western shotgun out and fired, the men at the bar being pelted by the buckshot before they could pull out their Glocks as the three others ran in, the woman flipping over one of the booths and started firing at the men at the pool tables while the two other boys rolled out, back to back, shooting at anything moving as the first teen, twirled the shotgun and slid it back into his trench coat as the bouncer got back up and pulled out a knife. The tall man ran at the smaller boy with the knife raised while the boy only glanced at him then bent backwards, narrowly avoiding the blade as he wrapped his arm around the bouncer's and a loud audible crack could be heard next to the man's screaming.
The boy unwrapped his arm then backhanded the man before spinning and smashing his heel into the man's jaw, as the other two boys turned seeing the bartender with a magnum as he turned and trained it on them "Die Bastards!" the two boys dashed away from each other as the bullet ricocheted off the ground and the boys ran to the bartender, both jumping up and kicking the man back into the beer bottles on the racks as they landed on the bar and turned around again cocking their weapons and began firing on what was left. The boy with the trench coat tilted his sunglasses down glancing around as another man ran up to him only to be flipped into a table "losers"
The woman flipped out of the booth and back handed another man then spun into a sweep kick, knocking him down as she stood up still spinning, and planted her heel into the man's chest as she raised the two Uzis and fired at the last two men, killing them both. The three teens finally stood up straight grinning "well that makes number six this week" the woman said, sliding the two ingrams back into the holsters "good, Ryan, go see if any of those nimrods are holding it" the boy with spiky hair nodded as he went about the several corpses "Garret, you go with Leda and see if any one is coming here to investigate" the short boy nodded as he walked out, followed by the woman who kissed his cheek when they were both out the door making the boy in the trench coat mutter "what perverts"
The boy was found sitting on his blood red bike as Ryan ran up to him "Nothing, I told you we should have waited until Thursday!" the boy glanced up at him then back at the glowing control panel on his bike "Umbrella knows we're after them, guess their operations are getting more scarce now" The boy grunted lightly then glanced over at the shorter boy and the woman "come on you two, lets get going already" The boy lowered the canopy of the bike and the engine roared to life as Ryan boarded his bike and lowered its canopy "next stop the National European Umbrella base" with that the blood red bike shot forward followed by the midnight blue then the Corley Motors custom and the Harley Davidson custom model.
As the teens rode off a man wearing a black vest and shirt as well as black jeans and shades stepped out of the shadows revealing his combed back blonde hair "so their heading for the base, my employer will be very interested in these vigilantes" he turned around, the S.T.A.R.S logo on the vest showing as he disappeared into the shadows as the small gang of bikers skidded around the corner.
Late.