Chapter 7:
10:00 PM: Thieves' Guild
The SWATs, without warning, broke into the Thieves' Guild. "EVERYBODY, PUT YOUR HANDS UP RIGHT NOW!"
In the Thieves' Guild, "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" meant "SHOOT ME! I'M A POLICE OFFICER RUINING A WAY OF LIFE!"
A major gunfight broke out. The guards took out two SWAT members with rifles. The SWATs began to open fire with their sub-machine guns. Two thieves took bullets and died, five thieves were wounded.
Downstairs, in the mini-motel, everyone was woken up.
The clerk said quietly, "Please exit through the supply room. We apologize for this sudden Code Red. Please leave."
The thieves in the hotel pulled out their weapons and ran upstairs to join in the fight.
Byara woke up. "Wh... what's with all the gunfire? What's going on, Jeric?"
Jeric was up before the rest of the thieves, because his ears were more finely attuned to loud sounds. "Byara, wake up. We have to go, and we have to leave now."
Byara got out of bed in her clothes. She had bothered not to get undressed, out of fear for suspected peepholes in the dressing room, and because Jeric told her that it's best to always be prepared in the Thieves' Guild.
Jeric led Byara down the hallway to a secret room during the gunfight.
"Jeric! Where are we going?" Byara inquired.
"We're going to get out of here, Byara. We're going to New Mexico, and... um... damn it. Why did you want to go to New Mexico?"
"To see my sister. Kyara."
"Really? Are you both twins?" Jeric asked.
"No. They couldn't think of any creative names beyond mine."
"Ah. I'm coming to New Mexico with you, my dear. We'll have adventure, action, and we'll have ourselves one hell of a time, plus, maybe make a little money. Whaddya say?" Jeric said.
"What do you mean, 'make money'?" Byara inquired, in a doubtful and cautious tone.
"Well... I don't really know. Look, Byara, do you want to come with me and go to New Mexico, where this tribulation can be waited out?"
"Okay."
Jeric pushed his hand against a section of wall, which opened up. It opened to another room, filled with crates. It also had a hole in the floor.
"Cover your nose," Jeric warned, "This leads to the sewers. It's a pretty convienient place to transport stuff without getting caught, because no one ever dares to venture down here, except for the homeless and other thieves."
Jeric jumped down the hole. Byara shuddered, closed the hidden door, and went down the hole.
The thieves were losing this battle, whittled down to only six or seven, and fighting against the remnants of Red and Blue teams.
The two members of Green Team were searching for stragglers, and caught two wielding pistols. The stragglers shot at them, but they were no match for Green Team, who responded to the gunfire by pumping them full of lead from their sub-machine guns.
The thieves finished the fight with only two or three members left, but they managed to eliminate Red and Blue team. They cheered, and Green Team foud them and fired.
The police won.
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Jeric and Byara traveled in the sewers, with Jeric's flashlight, guiding their path in a luminious white glow.
"Ugh! This stench is awful!" Byara complained.
"Hold your breath, and breathe through your mouth. Thats how I do it, anyway." Jeric answered. "Hey, did you see that?"
"What?"
"Two red dots."
Shit! Byara thought. She went back to all those horror movies in college, and knew that obviously, red dots were not good. She drew her Beretta 92F, a gun Jeric bought for her earlier.
Byara pointed her pistol at the red dots. "Who goes there?" she ordered.
"The flesh speaks!" a voice hissed. "The food dares to challenge us? Oh, well! We were about to kill and eat you anyway! ATTACK!" The red dots were joined by several more pairs.
"Oh, dear," Jeric said, getting into attack position. The wererats charged, holding short swords and scimitars, wearing ragged leather as armor. Byara fired wildly, blowing open the skull of a rat who was ahead of the pack. His head exploded, and he charged no more.
The wererats abruptly stopped.
"Oh, dear. Look at that," Byara said menacingly. "I killed your friend."
"You did! DIE!" another wererat said. Byara shot him in the groin. The wererat screeched in pain, and crumpled into the fetal position. Byara shot him again in the chest.
"Does anyone else want to get hurt?" Jeric said.
Just then, a wererat casted an incantation on Byara's gun. Nothing happened.
"Get out of here before I shoot you again!" Insteaad of complying, the rats charged. Byara shot one in the head, which exploded and rained bits of blood and bone over everyone. The rats stopped again.
Oh, dammit, Jeric thought.
This macabre act continued for a second or third time until Byara had shot the last wererat.
"Well, that was odd. Let's just leave, shall we?"
The two continued down the sewers.
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1:27 PM, Bennington NYPD
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"What? EXCELLENT!" the police chief screamed into the telephone. "God-damn! We got them! ...Oh, that's awful. But still! What do you mean, Halper wasnt there?"
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1:28 AM, Thieves' Guild
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"Halper, I repeat, Halper isn't here! I think he escaped while the gunfight was on. There were energy blast marks- Jeric's John Hancock. He still has that energy weapon, and the recent blast mark looks fresh! He is running around somewhere in Bennington, and he's not very far from here!"
"Well, capture the god-damn maniac before he escapes! Otherwise, my role as a police chief will go down like the fucking Hindenburg, and I'll take your ass along for the ride! Do I make myself clear, son!?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!"
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The police chief hung up, and opened a drawer in his file cabinet. He took out a cigar, cut off the end, and lit it up. He took a long drag, and blew it out. Then, he called the alternates for SWAT team members.
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1:30 AM, Bennington
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The three remaining SWAT teams merged into Rainbow Team. They were not expecting the losses they had experienced tonight, and that Jeric could be the most dangerous of all.
But, the thought of a much bigger paycheck for being the only three members on the SWAT team greatly influenced their morale.
They went down into the sewers, hoping to cut off Jeric before he got out of the town. Using a map of the sewers (which they picked up from a dead thief), and from the discovery of the hidden contraband tunnel, they guessed where Jeric would be next, and picked an entrance to the sewers where they guessed Jeric would be coming up. And when he came along- he would go down just like in the movies, with maybe a larger-than-usual bloodsplatter. Then, they would maybe get the key to the city.
The three men traversed into the sewers, taking time to load their sub-machineguns for what may be below. There had been a report about monsters attacking in the United States, and the news channels were making a big shit about the attacks. It may have been guys in costumes with swords bought from a major website that sold swords made by people who had extra anvils and furnaces lying around, it might have not, but they weren't taking any chances. They were at an intersection that led three ways, all very dark: ahead, left and right.
"Where?" a SWAT member asked.
"Uhm... right."
The three traversed turned on their night-vision goggles, and were traveling down the sewer, when they heard footsteps.
"There he is!" he whispered to his team members. "Mr. Jeric Halper! Drop your weapons and put your hands up! If you move, we will fire!"
A pair of red eyes appeared. "We do not take any order or suggestion from you, fleshbag!"
The SWATS were confused. Was this his version of a game? And his attempt to scare them away didn't work. "Mr. Halper, please step out in front of us and put your hands up!"
"Go back to your city, you ignorant soon-to-be-supper!"
Jesus, this guy is nuts! The SWAT members thought.
"Mr. Halper, you will get one more chance to step into our range of vision and surrender yourself to the New York City Police Department-"
"THE COLLECTIVE DETECTS A TRICK! THERE IS NO SUCH CITY!" the voice hissed, and he attacked. The SWATS had never seen a humanoid rat before. Especially one with a crossbow. The wererat fired a bolt into a SWAT's leg, which dug itself into his thigh. He screamed, and the SWATs began to fire. The rat was torn up and he fell to the sewer floor in a mass of holey, bloody, furry flesh.
And suddenly, there was his community, right in front of them, all with their glowing eyes. The SWATs turned around, and there they were.
"WE FEED!" the wererats screamed, and attacked. The SWATs fired their guns, which tore into their enemies one at a time. The rats, however, had dexeterity, strength, and number advantages, and overpowered the three SWATs.
Ultimately, the SWATs survived until they had to reload, when the wererats began to slice and gnaw at their bodies with blade and tooth. The SWATs died and were ultimately eaten.
It was 2:00 AM.
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And thus ends Chapter 7. Don't worry, things will lighten up around Chapter 8, but you do get a good chase scene in Chapter 9.
Until then. And keep your 'Willard' references to yourself.
10:00 PM: Thieves' Guild
The SWATs, without warning, broke into the Thieves' Guild. "EVERYBODY, PUT YOUR HANDS UP RIGHT NOW!"
In the Thieves' Guild, "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" meant "SHOOT ME! I'M A POLICE OFFICER RUINING A WAY OF LIFE!"
A major gunfight broke out. The guards took out two SWAT members with rifles. The SWATs began to open fire with their sub-machine guns. Two thieves took bullets and died, five thieves were wounded.
Downstairs, in the mini-motel, everyone was woken up.
The clerk said quietly, "Please exit through the supply room. We apologize for this sudden Code Red. Please leave."
The thieves in the hotel pulled out their weapons and ran upstairs to join in the fight.
Byara woke up. "Wh... what's with all the gunfire? What's going on, Jeric?"
Jeric was up before the rest of the thieves, because his ears were more finely attuned to loud sounds. "Byara, wake up. We have to go, and we have to leave now."
Byara got out of bed in her clothes. She had bothered not to get undressed, out of fear for suspected peepholes in the dressing room, and because Jeric told her that it's best to always be prepared in the Thieves' Guild.
Jeric led Byara down the hallway to a secret room during the gunfight.
"Jeric! Where are we going?" Byara inquired.
"We're going to get out of here, Byara. We're going to New Mexico, and... um... damn it. Why did you want to go to New Mexico?"
"To see my sister. Kyara."
"Really? Are you both twins?" Jeric asked.
"No. They couldn't think of any creative names beyond mine."
"Ah. I'm coming to New Mexico with you, my dear. We'll have adventure, action, and we'll have ourselves one hell of a time, plus, maybe make a little money. Whaddya say?" Jeric said.
"What do you mean, 'make money'?" Byara inquired, in a doubtful and cautious tone.
"Well... I don't really know. Look, Byara, do you want to come with me and go to New Mexico, where this tribulation can be waited out?"
"Okay."
Jeric pushed his hand against a section of wall, which opened up. It opened to another room, filled with crates. It also had a hole in the floor.
"Cover your nose," Jeric warned, "This leads to the sewers. It's a pretty convienient place to transport stuff without getting caught, because no one ever dares to venture down here, except for the homeless and other thieves."
Jeric jumped down the hole. Byara shuddered, closed the hidden door, and went down the hole.
The thieves were losing this battle, whittled down to only six or seven, and fighting against the remnants of Red and Blue teams.
The two members of Green Team were searching for stragglers, and caught two wielding pistols. The stragglers shot at them, but they were no match for Green Team, who responded to the gunfire by pumping them full of lead from their sub-machine guns.
The thieves finished the fight with only two or three members left, but they managed to eliminate Red and Blue team. They cheered, and Green Team foud them and fired.
The police won.
------------------
Jeric and Byara traveled in the sewers, with Jeric's flashlight, guiding their path in a luminious white glow.
"Ugh! This stench is awful!" Byara complained.
"Hold your breath, and breathe through your mouth. Thats how I do it, anyway." Jeric answered. "Hey, did you see that?"
"What?"
"Two red dots."
Shit! Byara thought. She went back to all those horror movies in college, and knew that obviously, red dots were not good. She drew her Beretta 92F, a gun Jeric bought for her earlier.
Byara pointed her pistol at the red dots. "Who goes there?" she ordered.
"The flesh speaks!" a voice hissed. "The food dares to challenge us? Oh, well! We were about to kill and eat you anyway! ATTACK!" The red dots were joined by several more pairs.
"Oh, dear," Jeric said, getting into attack position. The wererats charged, holding short swords and scimitars, wearing ragged leather as armor. Byara fired wildly, blowing open the skull of a rat who was ahead of the pack. His head exploded, and he charged no more.
The wererats abruptly stopped.
"Oh, dear. Look at that," Byara said menacingly. "I killed your friend."
"You did! DIE!" another wererat said. Byara shot him in the groin. The wererat screeched in pain, and crumpled into the fetal position. Byara shot him again in the chest.
"Does anyone else want to get hurt?" Jeric said.
Just then, a wererat casted an incantation on Byara's gun. Nothing happened.
"Get out of here before I shoot you again!" Insteaad of complying, the rats charged. Byara shot one in the head, which exploded and rained bits of blood and bone over everyone. The rats stopped again.
Oh, dammit, Jeric thought.
This macabre act continued for a second or third time until Byara had shot the last wererat.
"Well, that was odd. Let's just leave, shall we?"
The two continued down the sewers.
---------------------
1:27 PM, Bennington NYPD
---------------------
"What? EXCELLENT!" the police chief screamed into the telephone. "God-damn! We got them! ...Oh, that's awful. But still! What do you mean, Halper wasnt there?"
---------------
1:28 AM, Thieves' Guild
---------------
"Halper, I repeat, Halper isn't here! I think he escaped while the gunfight was on. There were energy blast marks- Jeric's John Hancock. He still has that energy weapon, and the recent blast mark looks fresh! He is running around somewhere in Bennington, and he's not very far from here!"
"Well, capture the god-damn maniac before he escapes! Otherwise, my role as a police chief will go down like the fucking Hindenburg, and I'll take your ass along for the ride! Do I make myself clear, son!?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!"
----------------
The police chief hung up, and opened a drawer in his file cabinet. He took out a cigar, cut off the end, and lit it up. He took a long drag, and blew it out. Then, he called the alternates for SWAT team members.
-----------------
1:30 AM, Bennington
-----------------
The three remaining SWAT teams merged into Rainbow Team. They were not expecting the losses they had experienced tonight, and that Jeric could be the most dangerous of all.
But, the thought of a much bigger paycheck for being the only three members on the SWAT team greatly influenced their morale.
They went down into the sewers, hoping to cut off Jeric before he got out of the town. Using a map of the sewers (which they picked up from a dead thief), and from the discovery of the hidden contraband tunnel, they guessed where Jeric would be next, and picked an entrance to the sewers where they guessed Jeric would be coming up. And when he came along- he would go down just like in the movies, with maybe a larger-than-usual bloodsplatter. Then, they would maybe get the key to the city.
The three men traversed into the sewers, taking time to load their sub-machineguns for what may be below. There had been a report about monsters attacking in the United States, and the news channels were making a big shit about the attacks. It may have been guys in costumes with swords bought from a major website that sold swords made by people who had extra anvils and furnaces lying around, it might have not, but they weren't taking any chances. They were at an intersection that led three ways, all very dark: ahead, left and right.
"Where?" a SWAT member asked.
"Uhm... right."
The three traversed turned on their night-vision goggles, and were traveling down the sewer, when they heard footsteps.
"There he is!" he whispered to his team members. "Mr. Jeric Halper! Drop your weapons and put your hands up! If you move, we will fire!"
A pair of red eyes appeared. "We do not take any order or suggestion from you, fleshbag!"
The SWATS were confused. Was this his version of a game? And his attempt to scare them away didn't work. "Mr. Halper, please step out in front of us and put your hands up!"
"Go back to your city, you ignorant soon-to-be-supper!"
Jesus, this guy is nuts! The SWAT members thought.
"Mr. Halper, you will get one more chance to step into our range of vision and surrender yourself to the New York City Police Department-"
"THE COLLECTIVE DETECTS A TRICK! THERE IS NO SUCH CITY!" the voice hissed, and he attacked. The SWATS had never seen a humanoid rat before. Especially one with a crossbow. The wererat fired a bolt into a SWAT's leg, which dug itself into his thigh. He screamed, and the SWATs began to fire. The rat was torn up and he fell to the sewer floor in a mass of holey, bloody, furry flesh.
And suddenly, there was his community, right in front of them, all with their glowing eyes. The SWATs turned around, and there they were.
"WE FEED!" the wererats screamed, and attacked. The SWATs fired their guns, which tore into their enemies one at a time. The rats, however, had dexeterity, strength, and number advantages, and overpowered the three SWATs.
Ultimately, the SWATs survived until they had to reload, when the wererats began to slice and gnaw at their bodies with blade and tooth. The SWATs died and were ultimately eaten.
It was 2:00 AM.
-----------------
And thus ends Chapter 7. Don't worry, things will lighten up around Chapter 8, but you do get a good chase scene in Chapter 9.
Until then. And keep your 'Willard' references to yourself.