Chapter 14
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"So, when did you expand on your collection Desmond?" asked Makarov, walking over to a rifle wrack and rubbing a desert camouflaged M16.
"Over the last year. I found two or three, lying around on the terra, but I bought most of them." answered Desmond. Outside, Johnathon, Piper, Rufus and George all entered the inn.
"So, how do you know these guys?" asked Johnathon.
"Well, a while ago, before we met you and Kyle, we offered our help to these guys when they needed it most. Talk to them, you would really like Rufus." said Piper.
"Is that the one that had me at gunpoint?" asked Johnathon.
"Yeah." said Piper.
"The one that I kept pissing off?" asked Johnathon.
"Yeah, but you thought that he was a Cyclonian, I'm sure he'll understand." said Piper. When they got to the door, George and Rufus looked at each other,and nodded.
"Who's this place owned by Piper?" asked Rufus.
"Some friends of ours. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you came in for a while." she said, opening the door and walking inside. The front door was at just the right angle, that if it was opened, they could see anything inside the lobby, including Desmond's collection, if it was exposed. And unfortunately, it was. George and Rufus caught a glimpse of everything that the Makarov family had to hide. Rufus and George even got a glance at Vladimir himself who gave them a blank wide eyed stare in return.
"No, maybe some other time. Rufus and I have to report in to Jack. Limey bastard always gets 'is panties in a bunch if we're not in time." said George.
"Alright, see you guys some other time." said Johnathon, stretching his hand out and shaking Rufus's, and then George's. He looked them each in the eye and simply said, through a gaze, "I know what your next move is."
"Goodbye Piper." said Rufus. The two turned around and started to walk away form the inn.
"Goodbye." said Johnathon and Piper in unison. Johnathon, still smiling, said through his teeth, "Heh heh, oh shit."
"What?" said Piper, still smiling.
"You might want to get inside. Bullets are gonna start flyin' soon." he said, Not moving his teeth an inch.
"Oi, Rufus. What do you think of the kid?" asked George.
"I don't know. Was it just me, or did you get a kind of creepy vibe when he shook our hands?" asked Rufus, wiping sweat off of his brow.
"Yeah. Was it like 'es one step ahead of us, of something like that?" asked George.
"Yeah. Do ya' think he knows?" said Rufus.
"I don't know. But if the kid don't, then Vladimir does." said George.
"Well, then in that case, we better call Ingo. It's been a while since the two have had time to "catch up". " said Rufus, cackling to himself.
"So, you're the infamous Vladimir Makarov?" asked Johnathon.
"Da. You're the kid of my greatest military partner ever to live?" asked Makarov.
"Yeah. It's good to meet you sir." said Johnathon.
"Okay, spare the formalities. Can you shoot a rifle?" asked Makarov.
"Yes. I can handle an AK-47 like a pro." said Johnathon. Makarov, just stared at him blankly, and slapped Johnathon across the face. "Ow. What the hell was that for?"
"For saying that you use an AK-47." said Makarov, grabbing an M16, and tossing it to Johnathon. "It's an M16, and case you're still wondering why I slapped you across the face, it's because the AK-47 is one of the most inaccurate guns in the world." said Makarov.
"Wait, you guys aren't actually going to kill them are you?" asked Aerrow.
"Why in god's name do you think I'm passing out guns? Who are you anyway?" asked Makarov.
"I'm Aerrow, leader of the Storm Hawks." he said, taking a striking pose. When he looked back at Makarov, he had a completely bored look on his face.
"Never heard of you." said Makarov.
"Hey dad, Why do those PFE guys want to attack us in the first place?" asked Desmond.
"Well, lately, they've been losing their weapons due to smugglers, and thieves. The reason that they're going to be attacking us any minute now, " said Makarov, looking at his watch, "is that the two men at the door caught a glimpse of your stock pile. A lot of your guns look very similar to the ones that they've lost. Now I need you to honestly tell me something, and no matter what you say, I won't get mad. Did you honestly buy all of these weapons from a store?" asked Makarov. Everyone turned to the room to look at Desmond.
"Yes." said Desmond.
"Desmond, really, you don't have to lie." said Makarov.
"No, seriously dad. I go to a store down the street from the crystal shop. They have everything that you could ever think of." said Desmond.
"Desmond, I'm pretty sure that if there was a gun store, I would know about it." said Makarov.
"No I'm serious dad." said Desmond.
"Show me some proof then." said Makarov. Desmond went to his desk, and grabbed a newspaper, and gave it to Makarov. It said " Nishu Arms Store: If you need something to wage small wars, get jobs done, or to just get you started off with having a gun collection, come on down! We got things that go bang, things that go vroom, and best of all, things that go BOOM!" "Desmond, this is just an article." said Makarov.
"Open it. I have receipts as well." said Desmond. Makarov opened the paper, and found the receipts. One for every single rifle, pistol and ounce of explosives.
"Well that's one question answered, but it raises so many others." said Makarov.
George and Rufus walked into a building that had the curtains drawn shut. They walked up two flights of stairs onto the second floor, and into a room to find a large Russian man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, cleaning his Mosin Nagant.
"Privet, my comrades. How was your patrol?" asked the man.
"It was great, we got a location on where our guns are. We need you to come with us though. Those guys are probably packin' some serious heat." said George.
"Yeah, they've got a stock pile in their Ingo, so we're gonna need you for some cover. Oh, and your Best Friend Forever is there as well." said Rufus. Ingo's cigarette fell out of his mouth and nearly burned him.
"Indeed, comrades. I will be ready in a few minutes." said Ingo, reassembling his rifle.
"Rufus, we might wanna' think abou' doin the same thing." said George.
"I want defensive positions in the hallways." ordered Makarov.
"Johnathon, please reconsider. Those guys that your about to start shooting at are our friends. If you harm them, we'll interline." said Aerrow.
"Aerrow, please. Johnathon doesn't kill people without good reason." said Jessica.
"Yeah, Aerrow. Besides, this whole thing is one big misunderstanding. We just have to hold out long enough in order to prove that Desmond legally got his guns." said Johnathon.
"I don't care. I won't let you hurt them." said Aerrow.
"Okay, so I've got a question for you. What are you going to do if they charge in here and try to hurt us?" asked Johnathon.
"I'll... We'll..." Aerrow sighed, "I don't know what I'll do."
"We're just as much your friends as they are." said Kyle.
"Aerrow, why don't you just take every one, hide them in the basement. If what you say is true, then they won't harm you guys." said Johnathon.
"Okay, but if things get out of hand, I"m coming out and ending it.
"Fine." said Makarov.
"I'm in position." said Ingo.
"George let's go." said Rufus. " Everyone be careful, this could get messy."
"Da comrade." said Ingo.
"Alright you twat, can we just get this over with?" asked George.
Makarov looked out a window on the third floor, and saw George and Rufus advancing towards the door.
"They're right on time. Everyone," he said into his earpiece com, "check your weapons and ammo." He waited until they got to the door. "Johnathon, Kyle, get ready with those rubber rounds. I don't want to boost their suspicions." said Makarov. Down in the lobby, Johnathon and Kyle sat behind the desk in the main lobby, and waited. "They're likely to use either a flashbang or det cord to breach, so cover your eyes." said Makarov.
"George, get the rubber rounds ready." ordered Rufus, putting bean bag rounds into his Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun.
"Right." he said, putting a small oval of det cord on the doorknob. He then took out his MP7A1 (with an optic), put a silencer on it, and put in one of his 40 round magazines that had rubber rounds in it.
"When ever you're ready my friends." crackled Ingo's voice, on an earpiece com. George held up his hand with five fingers. He then proceeded to count down. When he hit zero, the charge exploded, and the two rushed into the building. Johnathon and Kyle didn't waste any time, when everyone had good shots at each other, each of them opened fire on the other. Johnathon and Kyle came out of no where from behind the desk, and tried to spray down the two intruders. Rufus dove behind a wall as Kyle shot at him. Kyle emptied the magazine, and was about to replace it when Rufus came back from his corner and shot Kyle with his shotgun. The bean bag round hit Kyle square in the chest. Kyle had the wind taken out of his lungs as he fell to the ground.
Rufus got back behind the wall, and reloaded. Now, it was Johnathon's turn. He switched his M16 to semi-automatic, and checked Kyle's chest.
"How, bad is it?" asked Kyle, thinking that his chest was full of buck shot. Johnathon opened the robes, and then lifted up Kyle's shirt, expecting to see, some serious gore. "I can see the light. I... I don't think I'm gonna make, it."
"Relax, you got hit with a bean bag round." said Johnathon, picking up the round and showing it to him.
"Yeah, get up you big baby, and let me put another one in you." said Rufus.
"You know what Rufus." said Johnathon. He took his M16, and got up from the cover, just in time to see Rufus trying to run for some closer cover, took aim and shot Rufus in the groin, with a rubber round. Rufus screamed "Aw, my balls!" as he fell to the floor. Johnathon and George took their wounded friends and got to safer areas. Makarov was already on the second floor, walking by the windows. He heard one of his clips drop to the ground, and as he bent down to pick it up, a bullet from Ingo, flew right over his head. Makarov looked at the hole in the wall as he stayed out of sight. He looked at the angle and started point at the same angle and measured all the way so that he was pointing in the complete opposite direction. Once he got his bearings, he picked up his Dragunov and jumped up, and fired a round.
The shot flew right by Ingo's head. Ingo slowly got up and tried to fund a different post. Once he saw Ingo running, Makarov also ran like hell to the first floor.
"Everyone, get in the armory. We can hold them off in there." said Makarov, Once again dodging another shot from Ingo, as he tripped Down the stairs.
Johnathon hefted Kyle into the armory, and got him an M249 SAW.
"It's fully loaded with rubbers. I can't find any other box mags though, so make those shots count." said Johnathon.
"It's alright Johnathon. Happiness is a belt fed weapon." said Kyle, slowly getting the air back in his lungs.
Desmond, Fagan and Makarov ran into the armory. Makarov had a mildly bloody nose.
"What happened to you?" asked Johnathon.
"Nothing worth talking about now." said Makarov, wiping his nose.
"Ingo, we're abou' to 'it the armory. We need you down 'ere to hold 'em up. Bring the RPK." said George.
"Alright, I will be down in a minute. Are they all in the armory?" asked Ingo.
"Yeah, they're all in the armory." said Rufus. A few minutes later, Ingo came into the front lobby, hefting his RPK with a 75 round clip, and a red star with a gold hammer and sickle on the stalk. He saw Rufus holding the spot between his legs.
"Is he bleeding?" asked Ingo, his voice showing concern.
"No, they were using rubbers on us." said George, trying his hardest not to laugh. "Come on, if that older kid can get up after takin' a bean bag in the ches', then a trained man like you can get up after a couple of minutes."
"Alright, where's my shotgun?" asked Rufus.
"Okay, I don't care what you say about Johnathon, I'm going up there." said Aerrow.
"No, they can handle this." said Jessica. They were in a musty basement, with all kinds of mold growing on the walls.
"No. Eventually, someones going to witch to live ammunition, and get someone else killed. "I'm ending this now."
"Alright, come out with your hands up. We just want our arms back." said a very pissed off Rufus.
"Never! These guns are legally mine. I bought them with my own money." said Desmond.
"Stop lyin' kid. We don't want to hurt you." said George.
"Oh trust me you won't." said Makarov.
"Makarov, it's Ingo. Just thought I would come and say hi." said Ingo, unloading on the cover spots that the group was hiding in inside of the armory. At this point, everyonegot closer to each other, and was about to fire, when Aerrow came out of nowhere.
"ENOUGH!" shouted Aerrow. He was starting to get surrounded by a blue glow. He jumped up into the air, and fired a bright blue bolt at the middle of both groups. It was so powerful, that it blew both groups off of their feet. He landed in the middle of the lobby and looked at both groups. "Look George, Rufus, Ingo, these guys are telling the truth, Desmond has receipts for the guns that he has." said Aerrow. If you'll all just put the guns down and come in here, we can discuss this peacefully." said Aerrow, blades raised at everyone. Ingo, Rufus, and George looked at each other and agreed to come in peacefully.
Well, that's chapter 14. Just remember to read and review.
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The storm hawks do not belong to me, and neither does Vladimir Makarov. He belongs to Infinity Ward, the people who developed the Call Of Duty Series.
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