Chapter 7
Guns, lots of guns
There were tons of shelves full of different kinds of weapons, I felt like I was in heaven, or hell, however you look at it. I ran over to a shelf and stared at the guns.
"Listen, Dragon," I glanced over, "Take what ever you want but please try not to blow any of our vehicles up," I grinned.
"Heh, you know me," He frowned.
"Thats what I'm afraid of," He looked toward the exit, "Look I'll be right back, I have some other business to take care of, good bye friend," I nodded.
I looked back at the guns. So many to choose from. I grabbed some clips to reload my Eagles and my TEK-9s. I walked around and grabbed a pair of Hk-MP5s. I also picked up a pair of mini-uzis, berettas, and a sawed-off shotgun. I loaded all of these and cocked them. I put straps on my M-16 and sawed-off and hung them over my shoulder. I hooked clips to my belt, put shotgun shells on my bullet belt around my chest, and put on a trench coat. I grabbed a pair of silve sun glasses with red lenses.
I looked in a mirror and smiled. Now is the time to kick some ass. I walked through a different door and enter a garage area. There were cars and motorcycles everywhere.
I spotted an old-skool hummer with an M60 attached to it. I also picked out a camo-style bike. I connected a ramp to the back of the hummer and lead my bike up it to the back of the hummer and strapped it down. I kicked away the ramp and jumper inside my newly aquired jet-black hummer. I found the keys and put them in the ignition. I focused the rear-view mirror and put the hummer in gear. I adjusted my side-view mirror.
I saw a neo-Russian in the mirror. DAMNIT! He had an RPG and fired straight for me. I put the pedal to the metal and turned immediately to my left. The RPG narrowly missed me. It, however, blew-up a group of vehicles to my right. I crashed through the garage doors as fired rained down on the garage.
All around me was fire and the raining of bullets. The war was going on today. I knew what I had to do. I kept driving, straight for the gates. I crashed through them and continued away. I noticed a manilla folder in the seat next to me. Ecclesiaties must have known that this was my choice vehicle. After an hour or so I pulled into the parking lot of a small cafe. I walked in and had a seat. I ordered a cup of coffee and sighed.
No one here seemed suspicious but I had to keep a look out. I picked up the manilla folder and opened it. Insided were files on me, Tetsuko, someone named Hawk, and a few miscellaneous(sp?) files. My briefing was in there too. I picked up my briefing and began to read it.
I was to go to Base 1-9er Alpha and meet Tetsuko and this Hawk-guy and then we would get further briefing there. I read up on Tetsuko and Hawk but I cannot release any information to you or else I would have to kill you, their info is highly classified. I can tell you, however, that Hawk was only a few years older than me and that Tetsuko was a half year younger than I.
I decided to get my coffee to go and I picked up a few donuts also. I took them and the folder to my car. I hopped in and placed the package of donuts and the folder on the seat next to me. I sipped the coffee and then put it in the cup holder. I shut the door, turned on the car, and raced away.
Chapter 8 Death Comes in Style
I saw Tetsuko jump out of a building. She was on the 37th floor or so. She had uzis and was firing at where she just jumped out. Shattered glass surrounded her. An incredibly strong neo-Russian dressed in business clothes jumped out of the window and fired at here with his Beretta. She kept firing and falling toward the concrete road.
A bullet raced out of the beretta straight at Tetsuko. I could see the ripples of air as it sliced through them. It sliced right into Tetsuko's abdomen and a small amount of blood shot out. She fell and smashed right into a car.
There were tons of shelves full of different kinds of weapons, I felt like I was in heaven, or hell, however you look at it. I ran over to a shelf and stared at the guns.
"Listen, Dragon," I glanced over, "Take what ever you want but please try not to blow any of our vehicles up," I grinned.
"Heh, you know me," He frowned.
"Thats what I'm afraid of," He looked toward the exit, "Look I'll be right back, I have some other business to take care of, good bye friend," I nodded.
I looked back at the guns. So many to choose from. I grabbed some clips to reload my Eagles and my TEK-9s. I walked around and grabbed a pair of Hk-MP5s. I also picked up a pair of mini-uzis, berettas, and a sawed-off shotgun. I loaded all of these and cocked them. I put straps on my M-16 and sawed-off and hung them over my shoulder. I hooked clips to my belt, put shotgun shells on my bullet belt around my chest, and put on a trench coat. I grabbed a pair of silve sun glasses with red lenses.
I looked in a mirror and smiled. Now is the time to kick some ass. I walked through a different door and enter a garage area. There were cars and motorcycles everywhere.
I spotted an old-skool hummer with an M60 attached to it. I also picked out a camo-style bike. I connected a ramp to the back of the hummer and lead my bike up it to the back of the hummer and strapped it down. I kicked away the ramp and jumper inside my newly aquired jet-black hummer. I found the keys and put them in the ignition. I focused the rear-view mirror and put the hummer in gear. I adjusted my side-view mirror.
I saw a neo-Russian in the mirror. DAMNIT! He had an RPG and fired straight for me. I put the pedal to the metal and turned immediately to my left. The RPG narrowly missed me. It, however, blew-up a group of vehicles to my right. I crashed through the garage doors as fired rained down on the garage.
All around me was fire and the raining of bullets. The war was going on today. I knew what I had to do. I kept driving, straight for the gates. I crashed through them and continued away. I noticed a manilla folder in the seat next to me. Ecclesiaties must have known that this was my choice vehicle. After an hour or so I pulled into the parking lot of a small cafe. I walked in and had a seat. I ordered a cup of coffee and sighed.
No one here seemed suspicious but I had to keep a look out. I picked up the manilla folder and opened it. Insided were files on me, Tetsuko, someone named Hawk, and a few miscellaneous(sp?) files. My briefing was in there too. I picked up my briefing and began to read it.
I was to go to Base 1-9er Alpha and meet Tetsuko and this Hawk-guy and then we would get further briefing there. I read up on Tetsuko and Hawk but I cannot release any information to you or else I would have to kill you, their info is highly classified. I can tell you, however, that Hawk was only a few years older than me and that Tetsuko was a half year younger than I.
I decided to get my coffee to go and I picked up a few donuts also. I took them and the folder to my car. I hopped in and placed the package of donuts and the folder on the seat next to me. I sipped the coffee and then put it in the cup holder. I shut the door, turned on the car, and raced away.
Chapter 8 Death Comes in Style
I saw Tetsuko jump out of a building. She was on the 37th floor or so. She had uzis and was firing at where she just jumped out. Shattered glass surrounded her. An incredibly strong neo-Russian dressed in business clothes jumped out of the window and fired at here with his Beretta. She kept firing and falling toward the concrete road.
A bullet raced out of the beretta straight at Tetsuko. I could see the ripples of air as it sliced through them. It sliced right into Tetsuko's abdomen and a small amount of blood shot out. She fell and smashed right into a car.