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"This man is tired of being executed!" that freak exclaimed unbelievably. Uzi had heart of cold, raw stone, buried deep long before the metal pierced that thick noggin. "As for today's exhibition, I cannot say the same for her."
"Okay, Tara." He said quietly, eyes giving her the once over. Still she wore his old BDU proudly, her hair tied back into a wavy ponytail, the new sniper rifle yanking into her shoulder by the sling. Her lips had never flattened into such grimace, the muscles behind pressing them into a grim, thin line. "This is it. I know, it's a little surreal how we're here on the Temple Mount, but you've got to focus!"
"I'll say!" His woman blinked. "When you told the guards that we came to axe the Major, they practically rolled out a red carpet! One of them even handed me a grenade!"
"Tara…!" He frowned.
"Focus!" She nodded. "Right!"
His knees gave out habitually, his body dropping into a crouch. The blonde followed suit to a T. This was it; it clicked in her mind instantly, he could see. She swung the rifle around, gripping it properly, firmly by the grips. Her small knuckles paled, color drained from atop.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yes!" she nodded. "As I'll ever be."
"Good."
"But may I ask you a question, Yune?" she asked.
"Go ahead."
"Will Ron be okay--?"
"READY!" he could hear easily the Major from just below the closest horizon of the mount.
"No idea!" it came out in a crescendo. "Come on!"
He felt nothing as he hurried over to that horizon, runner's high achieved even in his short sprint. Tara's rushed feet tapped at the stones lightly, rushing up behind him just as the shrubberies were about to brush past him. He dropped back into a crouch just as shoved his way through; he could see the mass pooled before the wall, lively and mumbling incomprehensibly.
"Okay, Tara." He said quietly. "Get into position!"
"Right."
She brushed by him quietly, the black BDU wisped against his own desert pattern. She took a knee no more than a foot before the sudden drop-off, racking the bolt as quietly as the gun would let her. A thick sigh left her, and then she lifted the mighty rifle, jamming the stock right into her shoulder.
"-Kimchi- and -Alles fur Deutschland-, in position." He spoke into his collar, where that little, black bud sat, pinned to the collar. "What's your status, Nacho Man?"
The girl growled predictably. Bad timing, he knew, but he couldn't help himself.
"Nacho Man is in position," Ron replied quietly, "hanging out, waiting for the big dance number to ensue!"
"Good." He replied. "Whatever happens, stay put!"
"Not that I have much say in the matter," Ron dismissed, "but okay!"
"AIM--!" Uzi shouted again.
"Tara!" he exclaimed mutedly. "Quick--hand me that grenade!"
The girl said nothing, her cheek never left the stock, and the hand that mattered didn't leave the pistol grip. The one clenching the fore-grip dropped off; the girl's lips curled into themselves gently as she was forced to hold the rifle awkwardly. Her fingers slapped at her side, the arm arcing them away with an old Mills Bomb stuck in her grip. It made like its modern, American counterpart as she chucked it at him like softball.
"Here you go." She smirked as her hand took up the grip again.
Carefully, he peeked over the precipice slowly, peeking past and through the foliage that grew out from the cracks. All eyes were on the target, it seemed, the pairs that mattered anyway. Before the wall stood an olive firing line, formed from six soldiers, their bull-pup rifles trained on the wall. His target, on the other hand, stood smugly before the adjacent wall in that thick poncho, the shards shining, sparkling in the light as pompously as their owner.
The web between his index and thumb was against the spoon firmly, and the other index drew out the pin smoothly. The sliver of metal rang out gently as it met the stone at his feet.
"Target acquired." The blonde said flatly. The gun clicked as his woman thumbed off the safety catch.
"Fire at my mark." He replied quietly.
His eyes followed the line that the bull-pup rifles pointed out. Kimberly was stuck between some rocks and a hard place. No last stand, no pithy quips; the auburn had simply given up, it seemed, no hope at all. She lay there helplessly on her elbow, bloody and battered, broken in probably more than just a single place, waiting for the metal head to deal her the final blow.
"Ready, T?" he felt his knuckles pop as he strangled that pineapple with such anticipation.
"As I'll ever be, Yune!" she nodded.
"Fire at will!"
The blonde gave another quick nod--and the rifle roared out explosively, its 50-caliber present sent spiraling to its recipient menacingly. Tara let out a yelp when the gun punched back at her, its gas break arcing as she toppled over.
"WHOA--!"
The hard line before him was broken. The guns dropped down their owners' lengths a bit. Now was as good a time as ever, and without a second thought, he chucked that pineapple underhanded. The spoon bounced against the grenade, he could see, just before it shrank exponentially. It was no more than a dark speck below when it rolled to rest at the boots of the left man at the center….
"DOWN!" he yelled--and he let gravity seize him by the collar. His back could have fared better if the ground wasn't so hard--!
-KA-BAM! -
The pineapple blew its top… along with the rest of its shape when the delay element couldn't make like its label anymore. Little crumbs of rock and/or pavement sprinkled down upon him as though he were ice cream. He spat as a few fell into his mouth.
"That was loud…!" Tara noted uselessly as she pulled herself up on a knee. "We both should be deaf by now."
His abs yanked his torso off the ground, and he pushed himself to a knee. The Daewoo slipped from his holster easily. His fingers wrapped around the serrations at the rear of the slide, and with a bit of a huff he jacked in a round.
"Tara," he said, "get ready to fight!"
"Right!" she said. "Who should I take?"
"Anyone in olive and red!" he exclaimed. "Pave a way for Kim!"
"Sir!" she exclaimed back.
Time meant nothing; indifferent so that it aided him not. Should he lose his life today, it would not strike time even the slightest. The sun would still rise and set with the planet's endless pirouette around space as though he never existed. He didn't care if it went either way as he brought up his pistol, whether this fight was only for a few minutes or if dragged on into the night. Kim was getting out alive no matter what.
"GET OUT, KIM!" he yelled; the pistol bucked in his hand. His bullet smacked back down a stupid, downed man who brought up his rifle against the auburn. "HURRY!"
"WE'LL COVER YOU!" Tara seconded. "NOW GO!"
---
Sergeant First Class Avi Jude wanted to ask him something, he was certain of it. The guy even walked straight for him, calling him by his prestigious title, giving him a quick salute. But then again, he will never know what the good man wanted of him. He lay before him prostrate, choking on the crimson pooling beneath him; even his prostrate was as lifeless as the position. Yet that bloody, ragged hole no more the size of a small tangerine reached out from his back in a white, translucent wisp.
"GET OUT, KIM!" shouted the man on high, the tan speck high on the Temple Mount he'd grown to loathe. So the great Bin-Mok had actually come for her. How very noble of him, yet so pathetically predictable. "HURRY!"
"WE'LL COVER YOU!" The Asian's blonde trophy shouted too. Bin-Mok was a strange man, all right; throwing such beauty to the winds that blew over a dirty, smoking no-mans-land. "NOW GO!"
A puff of white blossomed beside the speck--and the stones behind rang out robustly, ragged bits and pebbles gracing the back of his cropped head lightly. It was nothing that a little sweep of his fingers couldn't handle.
"Possible…!" he growled, walking rather hurriedly for the vehicle, particularly that large, olive van, squeaking on its chassis while the body rocked gently side to side. G hadn't seen any sun in quite a while; he couldn't really remember the last time his little bro basked in its warmth. "You think your friends are all that, but they're not! They're not!"
The pups barked at Yune and his girl at his behest; the two instigators fell back out of sight as plumes of dust enveloped the top forth of the wall. The dead-woman-running had a slight reprieve, nowhere to be seen. Though he could have sworn he heard a door slam somewhere down the line of parked vehicles.
Tensely his teeth pinched a piece of the occupied sleeve of his poncho, tenting it open, bending his arm, letting his fingers snake their way inside. The rest of the arm followed inside fairly well, and it didn't take long for the poncho to fall wrinkled on the dirty ground. His hand went instantly for his chest pocket, and that strange numb tingling raced through his other arm--and his combat load went -CLACK-!!
"Oh Galil…!" his combat arm lifted a little with help from the other, and he felt himself go lopsided while the sling dragged across his shards. A little help from his favorite giant fixed that quickly. He slipped out another needle, rolling into his fingers before the hand reached the van's handle. "Galil…! I have a little surprise for you…!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, BRO?" G grumped through the door.
"Whoops," he let his tongue twist back into Czech, "I forgot. Sorry, no time to explain it really!"
The van squeaked at the hinges as he drew the door open, sunlight shining into the cabin. Galil winced painfully as natural light graced him for the first time in well over a month.
"NATUAL LIGHT!!" G screamed. "LIGHT!! GET IT OFF ME--GET IT OFF ME!!"
"No time for that!" he thumbed off the needle's cap. It made like a throwing knife, spinning for its target at the swift twist of the wrist. G jumped as it dug its sliver of steel into the strange flesh. The plunger may have moved, but he made sure it went all the way with a solid pat. "Your meal's escaping!"
"WHAT!?" the Tank Man screamed vigorously.
"You heard me, Galil!" he replied calmly. "Get out there and follow your nose--before it's too late! Use that damn flamer if you have to! I've got a damn pest problem to handle!"
---
The scarred man gave his life for Drazen's lost cause involuntarily at the loud clap of a large caliber gun. The firing line before her was broken, flattened by an angry cloud of fire and smoke. Two shouting voices graced her from above, telling her she was free, that the powers that be had given her another chance despite all her doubt and indifference.
Kim didn't need to be hinted twice.
Her little -trip- into the wall didn't help. Pain seemed to flare from her other injuries into her chest, burning, eating deeper as though that freak had stabbed her with a soldering iron. Yet with her lip bit between her teeth, she forced herself to her feet. It was her only escape--her last escape.
"If I'm… caught," she coughed, "I'm finished…!"
Pressing a palm to the wall, she hobbled for that hummer she was so rudely brought her in. She caught a swaying glint of metal sticking out of the steering column while the men had manhandled her out of the back. If only they were still there--!
A thug in red and olive jumped out from in front of the vehicle, the muzzle from his rifle taking the point menacingly at her. He shouted unintelligibly, to her at least, the flash suppressor jerking from her to the ground.
"Easy buddy…!" she pressed her hand across that monster's oozing bite mark, feeling her precious fluid leak through fingers. She pressed the pinky edge of her hand deeper into her gut while the heel of her palm and the tips of her fingers encouraged more of her crimson out. "Easy…! I don't speak gibberish!"
-Boy's Ron going to kill me! -
The fiend shouted again, the barrel switched between staring her down and staring down at the ground. She shifted a foot closer ever so slowly, and again, and again till she became within a leg's reach of him.
"You want me down on the ground, you say?" she said rhetorically. "This is the outdoors, for Pete's sake. I'm bleeding! The ground is dirty and full of germs. You want me to get sick?"
The man frowned at her, growling.
"Don't answer that." She frowned, and she gently pulled her hand away from her abs. Her blood pooled in her cupped hand, no more crimson than to sit at the very bottom of a 12-ounce cup. Carefully, she angled it away from her. "I really am bleeding."
The thug eased his gun a little, his dark eyes wide open… nice and wide.
"Perhaps you should take a look at THIS!" she yelled.
She pushed her hand into his face, the blood leaping off her palm in a speeding blob. The thug freaked, growling as her crimson splashed onto the target, trickling down his cheeks from the sockets. The rifle slapped against his thigh as both hands went for his face, scratching at clawing at his eyes futilely with thick, cumbersome gloves.
She thrust a boot into his gut with trained ease of a black belt. The man coughed haggardly, groaning mutedly through his gloves while he keeled. Her clean hand twisted around and caught his head by the profile, fingers curling underneath his jaw line. Her boot went for his, the arch against his Achilles as she forced her leg back. The man would have toppled on her if she hadn't yanked his head to the wall.
A thin line of blood was smeared on the wall, arcing from a point at her eye level down to the thug below. The muzzle of his bull-pup poked out from between him and the wall. She must have been feeling generous considering, for she gave the pup a second chance when she took it by the muzzle. The downed soldier waved her goodbye awkwardly while she pulled the sling free.
The driver door opened easily enough as though it were expecting her, not that she cared to ponder over it. Seizing the steering wheel, she yanked herself inside. Her fingers ran down the smooth column, her heart leaping for joy as her fingers tapped light metal, when her ears caught the jingle. The pain in her chest didn't seem to smolder as badly when she went to yank the door shut.
"It's been a couple days!" she smirked, pinching the key with ease. "They could use another lost car!"
The monster beneath the hood grumbled to life, roaring as she gave it some delicious petrol. Yet even its roar did nothing to drown out that whirr… that buzzing, droning whirr she'd grown to loathe!
"No…!" she clenched the wheel tightly.
The freak's timing was impeccable, rolling before the vehicle smugly, its top lip curling into itself over that nasty enamel. Its flesh appeared rather robust, more defined than previously, the shoulder rounded and firm while the pecks bulged out from that chest. The bulky claw closed, making like a fist, the bottom digit easing itself between the two on top till it could go no more.
-So much for escaping! - She furrowed her brow, sneering bitterly. There was no way she could fight it, not after all the time in its little deadly fun house, and no room to steer around it. -Is this really how it ends? Fine with me! -
A familiar chill ran its icy touch up her back when that growl assaulted her ears. Quickly, she threw the shifter down a few notches till it rested beside the capital D. Her hand worked the window down easily enough.
"YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK FOR YOUR MEAL!" she shouted.
She let a boot rest firmly on the brake while the other rode heavily on the gas. The orange needle on the tachometer jumped, arching quickly over to the other side as the motor devoured more fuel. Thank God Sadie wasn't here.
The freak, on the other hand, leaned its head back, pushing its burly chest out, and it let gravity yank its jaw open. It reached to the sky with its natural hand, making like a beak with its fingers before it… dived into its own mouth. It made a strange noise, a choking, gargling that made her want to cringe and did. The ribbed tube embedded in its throat moved--that piece of plastic actually moved--backing up into its mouth, past its lip. A spark flashed before her eyes, just outside that tube. A little flame shined at her, burning raggedly as the thing breathed out--
The freak arced its head back again, growling with a strange crackling as it puffed its chest out again, taking in the nice, clean air rather loudly….
"SUCK THIS, YOU FREAK!" she screamed, removing her boot off the brake. The back of her seat pressed against her own, keeping her there as the hummer shot off like a dragster. Her fingers wringed the wheel, and her boot kept the gas against the firewall as she closed in on her target. Whether she was back in cuffs or left in a canvas bag with a tag as her last toe ring, she didn't care. That freak wasn't hurting her or anybody anymore!
The freak let out a terrible shriek--
--"The F--!?"
--And flames consumed the windshield completely. Reds and oranges swirled out from the center in a bright, menacing light show, lapping at her skin hotly as a few hot wisps fluttered into her window. The hard pane before her lost its rigidity in an instant like the metal that held it in place, melting onto the dash in viscous globs--
--Like the one that dripped onto her leg.
She shrieked, yanking the wheel off target along with the rest of the car. The blob of glass cleared before her in an instant, her wincing eye catching the freak just mere feet away before it swerved out of sight. And the ground seemed to swirl on top, the blue sky underneath the wheels--and the metal above her cried out in a terrible screech.
"Oh SHIT!!"
---
Little brother made like a good boy, taking down that wench like it were nothing. Yet it didn't change anything; her friends had come for her, and still his men couldn't punch a cone of copper through either of them. Surprising, of course, but it was not completely unexpected. Predictable like moths to the flame, circling hypnotically while the flyswatter inched closer for them.
"And I feel like smacking something!" he chuckled grimly as he pushed his way through the gate. The boys were kind enough to let him onto the Temple Mount, though some took a little more persuading. The surprise, the sudden panic overwhelming them, beaming in their eyes. It was beautiful, and they feared no more thanks to a couple Mauser rounds.
"So this is what our neighbors had been doing with the holy site, huh?" he gazed heatedly at that accursed, golden dome. It mocked him, mocked all the Jewish people as it towered arrogantly over them, a testimony to the dirty-rotten-inbred-filth and the nations of this disgusting mud ball who let them have their way. "Disgusting."
Yet it was okay. With Solomon Rex, everything would be okay. The filth would be pilled in there one by one, rotting underneath and above each other, maggots and decay eating at them in between as that pompous dome became as it should have been: the gallows…!
"Just you wait, mongrels!" he cursed. "Just you wait…!"
Shots were banging out at his flank, shells ringing as they hit the ground close to where the Western Wall stood, a precipice at this height. A devilish smile crawled across his lips, and his combat load make a racket as it slipped off his arm. Pieces of metal twitched and shifted--and the rapier shot out with a -POP-. The virgin blade glinted sharply as it basked in the natural light. His trusty kukri slipped out a little quieter.
He went through the brush easily enough, keeping low to the ground, minimizing movement only to the limbs that needed more control. The sun graced his twisted face as he quietly pushed the last branch aside. For once, the burning ball in the sky actually felt pretty nice, his wobbly body floating just a little bit higher--
--But a sudden gunshot brought him down to earth again. Sure enough, the Asian and his trophy girl were by the holy precipice, taking cheap shots at his men from the sanctity of the holy site as though his men actually gave a damn.
Boldly, the stealth simply drained from his body as he stood up proudly, the green brushing against each other, tiny switches cracking underfoot. Walking rather smugly out of the brush, the girl nearly jumped out of her skin when she caught sight. Delicious, it was, yet the Korean couldn't be bothered to make a sound, not even a grunt. It was very disappointing, to say the least.
"Well, well, well…!" A smirk inched across that stone face smugly. "Who do we have here? Something not even my cat would have dragged in."
"Right back at you, Bin-Mok." He frowned. "Can't I ever catch a break?"
Those lips dropped back into that thin, neutral line. "Not from me."
"Will you goody-goodies ever learn your lesson?" he said rhetorically. "You can't win! No one can stop me now! Not even you, Mr. -Kimchi-!"
"Cut the crap, Drazen!" Yune pushed himself to his feet--only to cower back into a crouch as a volley kicked up another cloud of dust beside. Uzi couldn't help but hold out his hand to his men. They've done their job and quite well, he must say. "Whoa--!"
"Yeah!" the trophy girl shot up to her boots. "What kind of man are you, Drazen!? You think you're so great, creeping out of the shadows like the boogeyman! Why should anybody fear you? You're just a coward!"
"Um…!" he put the virgin blade to his chin, mockingly in thought. "I don't recall I was addressing you, little girl! Do you truly wish to have a repeat of -Yom Shishi-?"
The girl growled at him cutely, backing herself up behind her man.
"You American women are pathetic!" He smirked. "This was the country that defeated Germany twice; that freed my people from the death camps, that now tells my people to play nice with those degenerates next door?"
Weakness, he despised it as much as the mongrels next door. Pathetic truly, just like all of her sex, talking the big talk till push comes to shove. Then they need some man to pull them out of the grave they just dug. Maybe it was time for Ms. Thing over yonder to learn her lesson the hard way, just like her friend down below. A go-around with G never did any body harm, harm that they never lived to tell about anyway.
"Rosie the Riveter?" he laughed. "Ha--! More like Suzie the Sniveler nowadays! 'We can't do it…!' Ha-ha-ha…! Now be a good little girl, and keep your mouth shut!"
"What do you want!?" Yune pushed himself to his feet once again, body taking up a stance that was so deeply ingrained. "Come to shoot off that big mouth of yours, or did you actually come to fight?"
"What do I want?" he threw the question right back. "Come now. What kind of question is this? You wish to stop me, yet you still have no idea of my intentions? Disappointing, Bin-Mok! I expected a little more out of you--!"
"Like I ever gave a damn what the Drazen family thought!" the Asian growled.
"Temper-temper, Bin-Mok!" he smirked. "Can't tell you how much fun it is, watching the protagonist squirm! Just like dear old Dad used to do… before someone shot him to pieces--!"
A pup barked out again, but wisps of dust didn't reach up to the sky beside him. No, the loud gun barked out behind him, far behind him. With a step back, his waist turned easily for the commotion.
Below on the ground, past the security gates sat one of his vehicles, on its roof like a baby turtle, the front half of it burning--consumed by fire! Fire lapped for the sky, curling around the hummer's grill, smoking black clouds pluming just beyond the reach of the flames. Small blasts of light, shaped like stars, flickered with a solid clap each time from the driver's window. And his little brother took it like a man, taking the brunt of the resistance as he rolled closer to his target, splotches of crimson soaking his back, red trailing him inch for inch.
"Look at her!" he smirked. "Still resistant, defiant to the last! Very commendable, but she just doesn't know when to give up. She'll run out of ammunition long before my friend takes a fall. He's got some fabulous abs on him!"
"What the hell is that thing!?" The blonde girl yelped aptly like a puppy dog.
"Didn't you hear me?" he replied. "He's my friend. A loyal friend, a hungry and determined fellow out to get his man or woman to the bitter end by any means necessary. And it looks like he's got his sights set on your auburn chum. There's not much she can do about it, I'm afraid. But if she were to give up outright, maybe he could forgo his dinner tonight."
"Forget this punk!" the bitch yipped again. "Kim doesn't stand a chance against that thing!"
"To Hell with you, Drazen!" Yune retook control of his body, standing it up straight. "Come on, T. Let's go!"
The girl bent at the knees, hoisting up the .50-cal with a cute, little huff. He simply crossed the kukri over the framework that held his rapier, scooting his legs apart to an appropriate width.
"Move, Drazen!" the Korean said forcefully.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Bin-Mok!" He smiled brightly. "You're not going anywhere till the good Major, i.e. me, says different! Since I know me better than anyone, that'll be over my big, dead ass!"
"Don't make me beat that ass in front of a lady!" Yune pressed.
"If Kimberly's dead," the blonde girl yipped pathetically, "I'll fillet you and that freak on wheels!"
"That's a tall order!" He smirked. "Her mouth can write a pretty big check, Yune. But can your fists cash it?"
"Bet your ass, I can!" the Korean withdrew his Daewoo. It made a clatter on the ground, skittering behind him on the rough stone, scraping to a stop at the toe of the blonde's closest boot. His fingers made like a spear, diving into his pocket. It slipped back out a moment later, hand clenching firmly what appeared to be a paring knife; the kind he often saw in a kitchen chopping block.
"Be careful…!" the blonde whimpered.
"I know, T." Yune nodded.
"Come now, Bin-Mok!" he smiled as he took up an apt stance. "Show me what you got!"
---
Uzi took a nice trip… at least a 50-foot drop off the Temple Mount onto the nice, hard ground below. Crimson leaked from him, his good eye caught, oozing between pebbles and chunks of stone, leaving them with its unmistakable trace as it trickled by. The closest pair of familiar eyes boggled, overwhelmed with perplexity.
What was so hard to comprehend, he thought. That damn German bitch made him out to be a sucker; he could see so easily how one of her feet swooped a little too close to his noggin, just as he was about to deliver the final blow. He should have known better.
"Major Drazen?" that familiar man inquired, his feet taking their time as they took turns in front of each other. "Major Drazen, are you--?"
The man got his answer as he pushed himself to his feet. His peg leg took a little more persuasion; it squeaked in protest as he brought it around.
"Thank God!" the man breathed in sweet relief. "For certain, I thought you were--!"
"What--are you doing!?" he snapped, his head making likewise as it whipped around. Drops of dirty crimson flung off his face, arcing in midair before they dropped out of site. The man jumped startlingly. "What are all you clowns doing!? Forget about me! KILL THOSE TWO FAGGOTS!!"
"But Major--!" the man couldn't finish.
He wouldn't let him. "NOW!!"
"But Major Drazen," the man feebly replied, "they escaped!"
"Escaped!?" he blinked irritably. "What do you mean 'escaped'!?"
"I mean," the man replied a bit more lithely, "they escaped, Sir. Poof! Right into thin air!"
"Did you geniuses check the trees?" he frowned. "They probably scampered up them like some goddamn squirrels!"
"No sir!" the man replied again. He seemed to shift and warp, bubbling huge and thickly like a pit of tar, as did the world around him. The wall, the vehicles, the security gates, everything! It was that time of day again! "If they did such, we would have definitely seen it down here. Sir, please understand, you were knocked unconscious for over an hour!"
"An hour, you say?" he tried to blink some sense back into his head.
"Yes, Sir." The man said. "We've had a team up there for about an hour. They found nothing."
"Oh, little fishy, how you escaped my hook!" he rolled his eyes… slowly. "Great…! Fucking great! Tell me we still got the prisoner."
"Of course, Sir!" the solider nodded. "It took a little physical persuasion on G's part, but we recaptured her!"
"Good." He nodded weakly. "Excuse me if I don't dance for joy. Rough trip, you know."
"We know." The man nodded back.
"Super." He smirked. "Now, take me to her!"
"Yes, Sir!" the solider saluted.
"Get my machine gun back!" he said. "And find my FUCKING TEETH!!"
"Of course, Sir!"
---
The freak gazed at her with a selfish, heinous gaze, lusting eagerly for her crimson and her raw flesh. Its own crimson leaked from the many holes that had been drilled into it, trickling down its body, pooling around its tubes of organic nastiness. That steel jaw dropped slowly, the thick belly of its blade slick with leech saliva. So what was keeping it? Her head was snug tightly in its talon, the rest of her dangled from it like fresh meat on a thick, steel hook. All it would take was one firm squeeze, just one.
"Go on!" she growled. Everything in her body winced, cringing as her lips ran over that nasty steel--copper like. So much so that she couldn't tell if it were really metal or if she were bleeding. "Do it! If you're going to kill me--KILL ME!"
The freak hissed at her. The stink was intense, so much that she thought she had been stripped down to the four other senses.
"Not so fast, G!" Its big brother called as the man of the hour came hobbling closer. "You'll spoil your dinner."
Uzi was mess. Blood, his own dirty blood was smeared across the left side of his face, blackening gradually. A couple of his pearly whites were missing, two square holes in his shiny grill with crimson bubbling and dripping out of. A little patch of red blossomed in the olive at his flank, just like her.
"So Yune couldn't finish you off, huh?" she snarled. "A shame, really. He must have been feeling generous--!"
The Major vanished--but a sharp, gnawing pain in her gut gave her a clue where he was.
"Still with your crass quips and pith, Possible?" the punk growled, backing away, hobbling back into sight. "A defense mechanism concealing such inadequacy, I see! And after today's little fiasco, you really must have lost it!"
"The way I figure it, Drazen," she mumbled, "someone upstairs must like me! Even though they failed, my friends still came for me! And that's a hell of a lot more than I can say for you, Drazen! I've seen it all before, plenty of times: when the going gets tough, the tough always get going!"
"Only in your wildest daydreams, Possible!" Uzi smirked. "This tough guy isn't going anywhere! And make no mistake, Possible, that you'll be -going- far before that ever happens!"
"Major Drazen!" a soldier beside him called. "What are our orders, Sir?"
"Pack everything up!" the Major put a deliberate kink in his bloodied brow. "We're going home! With the exception of Lieutenant Bonnet, I want to RTB within the hour! Make sure he turns in his weapon before we leave."
"Yes Sir!" the solider saluted.
"Well, Possible!" Uzi shot at her with a broken grin. "Are you ready for another night of fun with the G-man here?"
"Drazen," she sighed, "I've only got one thing to say!"
"Oh really?" he angled his head, interest feigned obviously. "What's that?"
"You've got red on you!" she chuckled softly--but pain again stabbed at her gut at the bloody man's demand. "OH…!"
"Touché!" the Major hobbled back into sight. "Now pack her up! I don't want to see her till we're back at base! -Oh… - and get me some more damn scopolamine!"
-Motion sickness…! - Her mind exclaimed for her.
"Yes Sir!" the soldier saluted again, turning on a quarter as he strolled away.
"And G…?"
The freak grunted--only to yelp painfully as his big brother smacked him one with the sword, the blade angled conveniently at it. Uzi angled it away, a thin trail of monster blood coating the shiny belly.
"Why'd you have to torch the car?" the metal head asked cynically. "THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKING CAR!"
"Whoa…!" she chuckled. "You actually fuck cars? No wonder why you're so screwed up--!"
Pain burrowed its way deeper into her gut again. It didn't take a genius as to why.
"-Oh…! -"
"You done yet, bitch?" Uzi growled.
"Aw--yeah…!" she coughed. "I'll save some for later!"
"Good!"