A/N: Ditto.
Gunpower. A simple chemical element that explodes quite violently when a single spark touches it, and is made of a simple combination of sulfur, charcoal and saltpeter.
When used correctly, you can rain on anyone's parade. But when not, well, consider yourself dead.
Unfortunately such uses of this this explosive substance is now outdated. A better substance known as sodium chlorate now replaces it. Each of these substances has its advantages and disadvantages, but for me, I do not give a rat's ass what I use.
If it blows, I'll take it. A stick of dynamite is just as dangerous as an atomic bomb; no matter how "primitive" you say it might be, it will still blow your face off, as well as your entire body.
(Third-Person)
Explosions.
Lots of them.
A normally quiet morning in the city is soon broken by the detonation of multiple pipe bombs falling from the back of a semi-trailer. The trailer's door is wide open and shows a man with wild black hair. He's dressed in a simple blue shirt and gray shorts with sneakers with a backpack on his back. He would look like an average person, that is, until you see the grenade launcher in his left hand.
The police cars that were following the truck soon disappeared in the cloud of dark smoke. The man laughed.
"Happy Hanukkah!" he said.
"Ace," said Walker as she walked next to him. "You did really have to blow them up? Vet could've lost them at the on ramp,"
"Yes, it had to be done," he said. "It was the perfect scene, cars huddled together in a narrow hallway, it was a only a matter of time until it went boom,"
A bullet soared past his head and pinged on the wall of the truck.
"No way," he said as multiple armored police vans suddenly appeared behind the truck.
The two's radios crackled to life.
"Goddam it Ace," Vet said through the radio. "You pissed them off, you had to blow the cars up did you?"
"Eh, sorry," Ace said as a grenade exploded a van.
Vet sighed.
"Get them off our tail,"
"Wait I thought you could lose them?"
"Can't anymore, they blocked off exits with those vans. It would kill the truck if we tried smashing through,"
The radios fizzled out as the two saw more vans appear from side streets.
"I would start shooting if I were you," said Walker as she flew out of the trailer.
"For fuck's sake," he said as he readied the grenade launcher.
First things first, I am not fat. I'm just big-boned.
While it may seem to be… ah fuck it. I just weigh slightly more than what I'm supposed to ok?
Jeez.
Others who "disagreed" on how I looked have called me… names. Before I would simply curl up in a ball and cry like there's no tomorrow.
Now, well, it involves my two fists.
Heh.
Who knew fat can hide muscle so well?
(Third-Person)
"Ten bucks she makes it through," said Walker.
"I don't gamble, Walker," said Astra.
The two were standing beside a concrete wall outside a prison. They needed to get inside so they could rescue their buyer's son. They couldn't use explosives or fly over the wall or else it would alert the guards.
That is when the third person in their group got an idea.
A simple, but stupid idea.
"INCOMING!"
A large object flew into the wall and left a large hole leading inside the prison.
"Hm, so it seems that it worked," said Astra as she stepped over the scatted pieces of concrete.
"That was so AWESOME!" said a voice beneath the concrete.
"Not to mention very dumb, Hanna,"
"Hey like you had a better idea," said Hanna as she emerged from the rubble. She was quite tall, and also, to put it nicely, a bit on the heavier side. Her golden-brown hair was in a simple ponytail. She wore a dark blue shirt under an unzipped black jacket, and had black pants and combat boots. "Hey Walker, can you bring my gun for me?" she asked as she dusted off her jacket.
Leaning against the wall looked to be one half of an anti-aircraft gun, modified to be portable. It had two long barrels attached to a large metal box with two handles.
"You're kidding right?"
Hanna cocked her eyebrow at the response before mentally slapping herself.
"Oh right," she went over and hefted the gun effortlessly off the ground. "Forgot this thing is really heavy,"
Just then a siren went off inside the prison, and a spotlight shined on the girls.
"Welp, so much for being stealthy," said Walker as she got out her pistols.
"You got that right," said Hanna as they ran inside the prison.
A fighter.
That would be the last thing someone would think of me.
I look anything but a fighter.
A scientist.
An engineer.
A nerd.
I've heard it all in my lifetime, but the most common thing one forgets about an easy target is it's still no matter how weak it is.
(Third-person)
"Aron, where are they coming from?" said Vet as he looked around a corner, machine gun ready. Next to him was a shorter man wearing a blue construction helmet, a bulletproof vest over a bright blue shirt, khaki shorts, and work boots. He was looking at a something on a small-phone like object, which he held in one hand, while a small crossbow was in another.
"Ah, coming right down this hallway," he replied.
"Got it," Vet said as a grenade was launched down the hallway. The screams of agony were heard as it went off.
The two men raced down the hallway, now covered in blood, bodies, and limbs, and into a large room. As they did they saw multiple armed men waiting for them, they quickly dashed behind some steel tables and took cover.
Vet peeked up when the firing stopped to only have a bullet ping off his helmet. He quickly ducked down.
"Drone them," he said.
"What?" Aron asked back.
"What do you mean what?"
"Its too dangerous," said Aron, pointing to the piles of missiles behind the men.
"Then aim good," Vet said. "We're going to die either way,"
"Fine," he said as he pulled out the device again.
Outside, a small silver colored drone hovered off the ground with its two propellers that were attached to its sides; under it was a small minigun. The drone flew through an open window and into the room the two were in. Its red eye scoped the scene before spinning up the minigun.
The men only had time to turn before the barrage of bullets turned them into Swiss cheese.
The two men emerged from their hiding spots and observed the carnage.
"Game over," Aron said as he put the device away.
A/N: One more prologue chapter then we can start...god.
-D.W