PROLOUGE
Heh. Guess when people say crap happens, they mean it. Especially, if this so called "crap" happens because of me.
Because then its not crap, its deep, deep shit.
I charged in the hotel room, my guns blazing, multiple blasts shooting out of my MK-9 submachine gun piercing the air with the crack of a thousand firecrackers.
Bang one man went down, the bullets piercing his torso, sending wave after wave of blood to splat over the man behind him.
I crouched and rolled under the near by table, using it to shield myself as a wave of gunfire spread wildly, not a single bullet nearing me.
Amateurs.
I peeked around the table. Seven men total, two on my left, five on my right, all armed and supposedly deadly- well as deadly as a possum can be to a vicious crocodile.
I watched as the man signalled to the other. Go that way; I will go this way. He might've just shouted out the words. What did they expect me to be, a blind idiot?
I counted his steps; the distance should have taken only three
One. I slowly got to my feet.
Two. I loaded my gun, the empty case falling to the floor with a soft thud.
Three…
I sprang. Leaping over the table, I sent a shot straight in between his eyes.
I sent another shot too the six others, each one hitting my desired target. I ran towards the fire escape, leaping over the bloody corpses, and ran three steps at a time.
Thud, thud, thud pausing for the briefest moment I listened to the sound of constant sound.
"OH SHIT!" I shouted as I leapt my way towards the door….
Just as a helicopter launched firepower at the very spot, I was just at!
Crashing through the door, I ran and took cover under a cargo box as guns went of at all around me.
Bang, bang, bang. I focused and peeked through the gap.
There! I breathed a sigh of relief at the long brown hair, but that was quickly replaced by a growl as I caught the man with her.
Son-of-a-bitch! Jumping up from cover, I shot rapidly. Head, chest, eye, groin-fuck that's got to hurt. "Bella!" I called, as I ran towards her figure at the edge of the roof.
"Not so fast Eagle!" shouted Vulture, his dirty blue eyes shining. "One more step and she gets a bullet through her head!" he hissed.
I stopped, staring around at the environment.
Come on, think you idiot think! I looked around, my eyes setting on a weight.
"You came too slow Eagle! Maybe you should take better care of your--" he slowly raised a strand of hair to his face, sniffing it vilely.
"--Your, prizes," he finished, his toothy grin showing the gap in his grin.
Come on...I stared at the coil of rope at my feet. Of coarse!
Grabbing the rope, I ran as quickly as I could to Vulture--they don't call me Eagle for nothing--and wrapped it around his waist, pushing Bella out of the way, and attaching a weight to the end of the string.
"Dammit Vulture! You always were to slow!" I shouted, kicking the weight of the roof…and straight into the rotating blades of a helicopter!
With a blood-curdling scream, I watched as my old mentor slowly fell down, chewed up and spat out in a thousand bloody pieces. Blood rained up and down, covering me in red liquid across my face and body.
I stared at the scene below me, watching as the helicopters blades jammed in the weight and plummeted down to the ground below…
