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Chapter II
"Where did you get that!?" Phil asked in amazement. "I know a guy.." Jacob said, opening the box carefully. Inside was a dark green cone with a bright yellow ring located near the tip. The cone was about three feet long, so there was about a 2 foot space that could be used for storage. Jacob packed in ammo and some guns so that it was filled to the brink with weaponry. They put the box on the floor and strapped it in with some straps that were bolted into the floor for it. Above the box were shelves and racks built into where the seats would be. When they had sufficiently packed the storage room, they decided to get ready to leave. Jacob turned on the radio without thinking about it, and on came this odd sounding man who started talking after a peculiar sounding song where it seemed all the words were 'let the bodies hit the floor!'. "Hello listeners, I'm Jarred the Dj and I would just like to say that I'm bored as a pimp in a gay bar and if anybody is out there, please come get me out of here!" He then stated his location, and both Phil and Jacob knew they had to find him.
"Let's go!" Jacob said eagerly, wanting to drive his beloved creation."Get in the back, you're gonna be the gunner." Jacob told Phil with a smirk. "Oh, and strap in tight..." Phil gingerly sat down in the gunner seat and strapped himself in. Jacob, in the driver seat, tapped the button on his keys to open the doors."Ahh...the small things in life..." Jacob said to himself with a chuckle."You know how to use that thing?" He asked Phil, seeing him look at the Browning incredulously. "I'll manage.." Phil grasped the handles and, eyeing the trigger, figured he'd just try it out once they were out on the road... Jacob backed out of the door and they found himself in a wide underground road. Jacob drove them down the dark, concrete gray lane, being only able to see with the headlights. "Hold on tight!" Jacob cried over the roar of the V6, Pushing the gas pedal to the floor. "Where does this lead to?" Phil asked, turning the gun to see ahead. "Nothing, well, actually its nothing that happens to be about 20 feet above highway 72."
"What do you mean? Are we gonna go airborne?"
"Yup" Jacob said, preparing for the jump.
Phil barely had time to tighten his belts when he felt the unmistakable feeling of flight.The Imperial flew out of the tunnel with a slight "flip". It must have been only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes to the men. The car hit the ground with a horrible impact, sending sparks and pieces of metal flying behind them. 'works better in the movies..' Jacob thought to himself.
"What do you say we hit the first junk yard we see? I think that hurt more than i thought.."
Phil grimaced at the sight of the pieces of metal flying in their wake.
They made their way to the place Jarred specified, Phil loading any Chia Pet unfortunate enough to cross their pass full of bullets. Before long, Phil was pretty good with the browning.As they neared the station, they had to manuever through a myriad of crashed vehicles scattered across the barren metropolis. The station was just a meager little hole- in-the-wall store packed into small plaza. Jacob wondered how this place actually worked, for it looked like a nuke had hit it. The men waded through the junk that filled the store, to the back where a motley door stood, looking as if it would fall over any minute on its own. "Think anyone's home?" Phil asked, wondering if they had the wrong directions.Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a man appeared in front of them. Jacob looked up, seeing a hole in the ceiling, and figured he had came from there. "Huh....did you hear the radio call? I had been playing that recording for weeks now, and I am almost out of food."
"We ain't got no food ah'selves..." Phil remarked.
"Can you use a gun?" Jacob asked, ignoring Phil's complaint.
"Well, I was a gunner on a B-17. I got plenty of training for it... I kept the .50 cal I used on the plane after it crashed....why?"
"You still have it? can I see it?"asked Jacob, an idea sprouting in his head.
"Yeah, I guess....why not?"
Jarred led them into another room and kicked away some junk on the floor, clearing a large wooden trap door. He grabbed the ring handles and pulled the door open, revealing a large metal box, painted in military camo. They hauled the box out,set it on a table and,turning on the light, opened it.Inside was a large black gun, with its barrel shooting out about five or six feet. Jacob searched around the gun and quickly found the mounting apparatus built for it. "I've always wanted one of these on my baby.... You say your trained with this?" "Sure am....had about 3 years training with it...didn't see much action though..."
"Would you come with us? I'd like to mount this on my car, its a 1967 Chrysler Imperial, and this would fit perfectly....in the back...."
"Sure...If you can get this on your car, I'll shoot it."
They all went back outside, and spent about 6 hours taking the browning down and putting the .50 cal in its place. "You got some kinda car here..." Jarred said when he saw it, but after that, he didn't seem too impressed. After that job was done, they took off the M249 and put the Browning where it used to be. "Now, what do you call this vehicle?"Jarred asked. In truth, they hadn't really thought up a name for it yet...."How about......Valkyrie's Fury?" Jarred suggested. "Sounds good!" both men said simultaneously. "Why don't we go look for food?" asked Jarred.
"Yeah..I haven't seen an animal anywhere....How about a grocery store?" Phil suggested.
"Good idea...Lets go!" Jacob said, with a sudden shout.
It didn't take long to find a Jiffy Lube, which was even better than a grocery store to Jacob.
"You guys go find some food,nothing perishable, and I'll gass up Valkyrie." After collecting some food,Phil and Jarred approached Jacob,who had just finished filling up the tank."Now what?" Jarred inquired.
"Yeah,now what do we do?" questioned Phil.
After giving it some considerable thought, a wry smirk flashed across Jacob's face, and Phil thought he saw something peculiar in his eyes, but a moment later it was gone.
"Let's go for a ride!"
"Good idea," Jarred remarked,"I think I saw an auto-repair shop down the road..."
They made it to the shop without incident, and, though the building was in a shambles, they found most of the parts they needed. This surprised Jacob, for he knew how hard it was to get those parts, until he saw a sign reading"Antique Car Parts Available." 'Heh,' thought Jacob,'How convenient...' It took nearly six hours,much longer than they had thought it would, to fix up the car.When they were finally done, it was late in the afternoon.
"Ya reckon we aught ta' find a place to crash?" Phil asked, a little worried about sleeping in the open. "Sure thing,Phil."Jacob commented."But where?"
"If my memory serves, then there should be an old inn down the road thats been converted into a computer shop. Maybe we could use the old inn's rooms?" Jarred suggested, proud that his memory was actually useful for once."Then it's settled! To the inn."Jacob commanded. "If you so much as hit a speed bump going over 5 miles an hour, so help me I'll tear your head off!" Jarred exclaimed, unwilling to have to do the repairs again. "I know, I know!" Jacob urged, for he didn't want to either.They reached the pc shop/ inn in good time, but when they peered into the dimly lit, well kept building, they saw something they had did not expect at all to see.
To their amazement, a woman was sitting in front of an array of computer monitors, each showing a separate statistic,map,or news broadcast.Phil, unfortunately for him, did not notice her, and walked briskly into the shop, preoccupied with taking off his gloves. He would have asked why they had stopped, but his jaw was suddenly pinned shut from the bottom with the muzzle of an AK-47. "I aughta kill you right now...what were you thinking, barging in her like that!?" The woman was about the same height as Phil, and was well built, her arms easily supporting the weapon currently pressed into his neck below the jaw."Hey,Amy..." Jacob said, waiting for the reaction of the girl."How do you know my......."Amy trailed off at the sight of Jacob."It can't be........Jacob, is that really you? The Overseer said you were dead..."
"You know her?" Phil questioned, gingerly pushing the gun away from his neck, confusion written across his face. As a freaky show of alike minds, both Amy and Jacob turn to Phil, scowling at him simultaneously, and shrug off the the question with a simple"We go back..." They look at each other, grinning at the action, then look back at Phil, synchronously stating"Way back."
Yeah...this is muh 2nd chapter.....updated. plz review, for i donn know if ya read it unless ya do. This is my first story, so i have an excuse if it sucks. DON'T LEAVE BAD JUNK ON MY REVIEW BOARD!!! I worked hard on this story, and i don't appreciate it.
Thank you to those that have read and reviewed it. Keep it up, and I may write faster.......Hint Hint.
Chapter II
"Where did you get that!?" Phil asked in amazement. "I know a guy.." Jacob said, opening the box carefully. Inside was a dark green cone with a bright yellow ring located near the tip. The cone was about three feet long, so there was about a 2 foot space that could be used for storage. Jacob packed in ammo and some guns so that it was filled to the brink with weaponry. They put the box on the floor and strapped it in with some straps that were bolted into the floor for it. Above the box were shelves and racks built into where the seats would be. When they had sufficiently packed the storage room, they decided to get ready to leave. Jacob turned on the radio without thinking about it, and on came this odd sounding man who started talking after a peculiar sounding song where it seemed all the words were 'let the bodies hit the floor!'. "Hello listeners, I'm Jarred the Dj and I would just like to say that I'm bored as a pimp in a gay bar and if anybody is out there, please come get me out of here!" He then stated his location, and both Phil and Jacob knew they had to find him.
"Let's go!" Jacob said eagerly, wanting to drive his beloved creation."Get in the back, you're gonna be the gunner." Jacob told Phil with a smirk. "Oh, and strap in tight..." Phil gingerly sat down in the gunner seat and strapped himself in. Jacob, in the driver seat, tapped the button on his keys to open the doors."Ahh...the small things in life..." Jacob said to himself with a chuckle."You know how to use that thing?" He asked Phil, seeing him look at the Browning incredulously. "I'll manage.." Phil grasped the handles and, eyeing the trigger, figured he'd just try it out once they were out on the road... Jacob backed out of the door and they found himself in a wide underground road. Jacob drove them down the dark, concrete gray lane, being only able to see with the headlights. "Hold on tight!" Jacob cried over the roar of the V6, Pushing the gas pedal to the floor. "Where does this lead to?" Phil asked, turning the gun to see ahead. "Nothing, well, actually its nothing that happens to be about 20 feet above highway 72."
"What do you mean? Are we gonna go airborne?"
"Yup" Jacob said, preparing for the jump.
Phil barely had time to tighten his belts when he felt the unmistakable feeling of flight.The Imperial flew out of the tunnel with a slight "flip". It must have been only a few seconds, but it felt like minutes to the men. The car hit the ground with a horrible impact, sending sparks and pieces of metal flying behind them. 'works better in the movies..' Jacob thought to himself.
"What do you say we hit the first junk yard we see? I think that hurt more than i thought.."
Phil grimaced at the sight of the pieces of metal flying in their wake.
They made their way to the place Jarred specified, Phil loading any Chia Pet unfortunate enough to cross their pass full of bullets. Before long, Phil was pretty good with the browning.As they neared the station, they had to manuever through a myriad of crashed vehicles scattered across the barren metropolis. The station was just a meager little hole- in-the-wall store packed into small plaza. Jacob wondered how this place actually worked, for it looked like a nuke had hit it. The men waded through the junk that filled the store, to the back where a motley door stood, looking as if it would fall over any minute on its own. "Think anyone's home?" Phil asked, wondering if they had the wrong directions.Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a man appeared in front of them. Jacob looked up, seeing a hole in the ceiling, and figured he had came from there. "Huh....did you hear the radio call? I had been playing that recording for weeks now, and I am almost out of food."
"We ain't got no food ah'selves..." Phil remarked.
"Can you use a gun?" Jacob asked, ignoring Phil's complaint.
"Well, I was a gunner on a B-17. I got plenty of training for it... I kept the .50 cal I used on the plane after it crashed....why?"
"You still have it? can I see it?"asked Jacob, an idea sprouting in his head.
"Yeah, I guess....why not?"
Jarred led them into another room and kicked away some junk on the floor, clearing a large wooden trap door. He grabbed the ring handles and pulled the door open, revealing a large metal box, painted in military camo. They hauled the box out,set it on a table and,turning on the light, opened it.Inside was a large black gun, with its barrel shooting out about five or six feet. Jacob searched around the gun and quickly found the mounting apparatus built for it. "I've always wanted one of these on my baby.... You say your trained with this?" "Sure am....had about 3 years training with it...didn't see much action though..."
"Would you come with us? I'd like to mount this on my car, its a 1967 Chrysler Imperial, and this would fit perfectly....in the back...."
"Sure...If you can get this on your car, I'll shoot it."
They all went back outside, and spent about 6 hours taking the browning down and putting the .50 cal in its place. "You got some kinda car here..." Jarred said when he saw it, but after that, he didn't seem too impressed. After that job was done, they took off the M249 and put the Browning where it used to be. "Now, what do you call this vehicle?"Jarred asked. In truth, they hadn't really thought up a name for it yet...."How about......Valkyrie's Fury?" Jarred suggested. "Sounds good!" both men said simultaneously. "Why don't we go look for food?" asked Jarred.
"Yeah..I haven't seen an animal anywhere....How about a grocery store?" Phil suggested.
"Good idea...Lets go!" Jacob said, with a sudden shout.
It didn't take long to find a Jiffy Lube, which was even better than a grocery store to Jacob.
"You guys go find some food,nothing perishable, and I'll gass up Valkyrie." After collecting some food,Phil and Jarred approached Jacob,who had just finished filling up the tank."Now what?" Jarred inquired.
"Yeah,now what do we do?" questioned Phil.
After giving it some considerable thought, a wry smirk flashed across Jacob's face, and Phil thought he saw something peculiar in his eyes, but a moment later it was gone.
"Let's go for a ride!"
"Good idea," Jarred remarked,"I think I saw an auto-repair shop down the road..."
They made it to the shop without incident, and, though the building was in a shambles, they found most of the parts they needed. This surprised Jacob, for he knew how hard it was to get those parts, until he saw a sign reading"Antique Car Parts Available." 'Heh,' thought Jacob,'How convenient...' It took nearly six hours,much longer than they had thought it would, to fix up the car.When they were finally done, it was late in the afternoon.
"Ya reckon we aught ta' find a place to crash?" Phil asked, a little worried about sleeping in the open. "Sure thing,Phil."Jacob commented."But where?"
"If my memory serves, then there should be an old inn down the road thats been converted into a computer shop. Maybe we could use the old inn's rooms?" Jarred suggested, proud that his memory was actually useful for once."Then it's settled! To the inn."Jacob commanded. "If you so much as hit a speed bump going over 5 miles an hour, so help me I'll tear your head off!" Jarred exclaimed, unwilling to have to do the repairs again. "I know, I know!" Jacob urged, for he didn't want to either.They reached the pc shop/ inn in good time, but when they peered into the dimly lit, well kept building, they saw something they had did not expect at all to see.
To their amazement, a woman was sitting in front of an array of computer monitors, each showing a separate statistic,map,or news broadcast.Phil, unfortunately for him, did not notice her, and walked briskly into the shop, preoccupied with taking off his gloves. He would have asked why they had stopped, but his jaw was suddenly pinned shut from the bottom with the muzzle of an AK-47. "I aughta kill you right now...what were you thinking, barging in her like that!?" The woman was about the same height as Phil, and was well built, her arms easily supporting the weapon currently pressed into his neck below the jaw."Hey,Amy..." Jacob said, waiting for the reaction of the girl."How do you know my......."Amy trailed off at the sight of Jacob."It can't be........Jacob, is that really you? The Overseer said you were dead..."
"You know her?" Phil questioned, gingerly pushing the gun away from his neck, confusion written across his face. As a freaky show of alike minds, both Amy and Jacob turn to Phil, scowling at him simultaneously, and shrug off the the question with a simple"We go back..." They look at each other, grinning at the action, then look back at Phil, synchronously stating"Way back."
Yeah...this is muh 2nd chapter.....updated. plz review, for i donn know if ya read it unless ya do. This is my first story, so i have an excuse if it sucks. DON'T LEAVE BAD JUNK ON MY REVIEW BOARD!!! I worked hard on this story, and i don't appreciate it.
Thank you to those that have read and reviewed it. Keep it up, and I may write faster.......Hint Hint.