2 am somewhere in the US.
BANG! BANG!
"Nice shooting." A redneck type looked at me and gave me a nod. He was referring to my direct hits on the targets. I used to be a sharpshooter in the SAS, but that was in another lifetime. I was using a P90 USG. I had an acquaintance in the secret service from back in the daysour organizations would work together on tactics and such. I got in touch with him and he got me hooked up, it still cost me an arm and a leg though.
BANG! BANG!
Two more shots, two more direct hits. It was chambered with the 5.7x28mm round which wasn't my favorite. It had good piercing power, but it's stopping power against unarmored targets, like those things... is controversial. Fuck it.
"Hey Al, I'm headin out, take care mate." I said to the clerk as I exited the shooting range.
Time to go to the bar...
I pulled up at a decent looking place, good enough to get wasted anyway, I thought. That's what my life consisted of nowadays. Shoot and get wasted. I entered through the doors of the place I didn't even care to check the name and took up a seat on the bar.
"Hey mate, I'll start out with a beer."
"Sure thing man."
There were a few pool tables, a bathroom at the end of the hall, and some tables scattered about the room, your typical bar atmosphere with a smoky luminosity
There are too many people in here.
"Here ya go." He said handing me my beer. Fuck them. And took a swig.
"...NATO forces have since pulled out of Britain since the Isle of Man catastrophe...
click--- And the count is 2 and 1 against Bonds... click---"
"Turn it fucking back you fuck!" I yelled. I hadn't been following the news much, I knew all I needed to know, but this was breaking news to me.
"What you little pig fucker?" A large biker with a goatee playing pool turned to look at me. He had huge biceps and was 6'5 300lbs.
"Why don't you co--" He started.
CLUNK! I jumped out of my seat and slammed my bottle on his head. He went down. Two more men tried to jump me. I threw one over my shoulder and the other broke a pool stick on my back. The guy I smashed my bottle on was still on the ground writhing in pain, but his two friends were now up and had a broken pool stick and a switchblade.
CRACK! Fuck. Someone cracked a bottle across my face and I got some glass in my eye. The other charged with his switchblade in a stabbing move, big mistake. I dodged it, grabbed his arm and brought a knee up. Crack.
"AHHHH FUCK!" He yelled. His arm was broken. Two down, one to go.
I turned to the other man and threw a kick up to his groin before he could think of what to do. He fell to the ground and received a few more kicks to his ribs, courtesy of my boot.
BANG! "Get the fuck out of my bar!" The bartender was wielding what looked like a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun.
"GO!" He added.
I got my jacket and exited the bar, the men still laying on the floor tossing and turning. I had some minor abrasions to my face and some broken glass still embedded in my eye. I couldn't see through it.
I turned into a gas station and went around back to the bathroom. It was locked so I broke in. There were three small pieces of glass in my eye and visible blood coating it, I tried to pull it out but the more I fiddled with it the worse it got.
"Bloody hell."
I got back in my car and headed to a hospital. I hate hospitals. When I got there I could already smell the blood and death and my senses automatically went on overdrive.
"Can I help you?" The clerk asked. She was a fat woman in her 40s, obviously blind by the stupid question she asked. My face was covered in blood and glass was visibly protruding from my eye and cheek.
"I need a doctor, got some glass in my eye ya see." When I said that everyone looked at me in some sort of pity. Fuck you. I guess having a British accent in todays world is some sort of stigma, only a few thousand of us were left.
"One moment please." The clerk said and went to get a doctor.
5 minutes later.
"Hello I'm Dr. Buns. Can you come with me please?" I followed her to a private room and sat down on the gurney. She was very attractive, raven black hair, a good figure and a bit shorter than me, not that I notice things like that anymore.
"So what's your name?" I didn't answer.
"Well you want to tell me how you got this then?" She asked.
"Bar fight."
"I see."
"uugghh... ooohhh... AHHHH!" I heard screaming from the other side of the curtain and snapped to attention.
"Don't worry... that's just Mr. Parker, he won't take his medicine so we have to forcibly give it to him. Sit back down so I can finish." Her voice was calm and reassuring but I felt anything but.
"Well looks like you'll still be able to see, here, just put in these drops twice a day and you'll be good as new. And here take this, it's a card of a group the hospital runs here. If you have any problems feel free to call or come on by. We'd love to have you." And with that she left.I inspected the card closely -Healthy Family Support Group- Support group? I don't need no stinking support group!
August 18, 2005 9:05 am somewhere along the English country side, north of London.
BUMP!
"Oh that was a big pothole eh!" I think it was Jon that said it.
Cough... Cough...
I slowly opened my eyes, then tasted water going down my dry throat. I looked up and saw a pretty young blonde with blue eyes looking down at me. It was Ashley.
"Hullo! I thought I lost you there for a second." She said giving me nice view of her pearly whites. I hadn't seen her smile like that in... well never.
"Don't worry, I'm taking care of you, here drink some more water." Ashley poured more of this wonderful, life giving liquid down my throat and I could feel my body being replenished.
I attempted to get up, but I was still too exhausted and noticed my left arm was bandaged. I wasn't dead. Was I? I remember... no... couldn't be... I thought as I dozed off yet again in Ashley's lap.
