depthsofthemind: This story is not a bomb! If it was, Bean would have blown it up!
Chapter 4: Up Mountain!
It had been two days since G.U.N. had received the mysterious letter. At the main gate, which separated civilians from the mountain itself, two G.U.N. soldiers stood in winter gear, armed with standard rifles as they stood their post. The two of them, despite the heavy clothing, felt the full force of the cold. They both shivered as they wished they were in the nice, warm base that was a good mile from their location.
"Hey! What's that?!" shouted the one on the left as he noticed the sound of an engine. He peered out the best he could to see it was some sort of vehicle. "You think it's ours?" Upon closer inspection, the vehicle could be seen hovering over the thick snow as two more board like vehicles appeared next to the original.
"I don't think that's-" before the man could finish, a blazing hot bullet pierced his jacket and chest armor, striking his heart as the soldier fell over, dead. The other man had dropped his rifle in fright and prepared his radio to call for backup, but another bullet soared through the air, piercing his forehead as the bullet exited the other end of his skull, falling over in the snow.
"Perfect every time." said one of the voices on the first vehicle: a hover bike. The bike was owned by none other then Fang. He wore a purple snow jacket and black pants, his usual shoes replaced by a pair of black boots and he was holding a Dragunov Sniper Rifle in his hands. He also wore a ski goggles to keep the snow out of his eyes, his usual Fedora still on his head, and sported white snow mittens..
"It better be. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to call yourself 'Sniper'." quipped Fiona, who operated the Marvelous Queen. She wore a black fuzzy coat as well as earmuffs, matching black pants and snow shoes. Like Fang, she wore a pair of mittens, but hers wore black.
"Oh put a sock in it." Fang countered as Bean and Bark rode up to them.
"Uh, guys. Can we hurry this up so we can get some hot coco?! It's so cold!" Bean was bundled up in two dark green winter jackets with matching pants, a yellow scarf that covered his neck and beak, green boots, and yellow snow hat and mittens. Bean felt the most miserable of the group, the Bird Mobian detesting the cold.
"Suck it up, Bean." Fang called to his comrade as Fiona drove his bike, "When we're done with this job, it'll be my treat at Bottom of the Barrel."
"Bottom of the Barrel?! Sweet!" Bean cheered, doing cartwheels on his own board. Bark rode next to Fang as he nodded. The only change to Bark's get up was a simple white winter jacket. The Polar Bear's thick fur already made him resistant to the cold temperature.
"Uh guys...we got company." Fiona was talking about the barricade of G.U.N. soldiers, armed with rifles and all pointed directly at the Hooligans.
"Ah nertz!"
It was a hail storm of bullets as the thieves scrambled to avoid it. Bean and Bark lifted their boards to block the bullets from hitting them. Fiona has jumped to the left as Fang grabbed his bike and made a hard turn to the left and pressing a button on it, rockets coming out the back and thrusting the bike forward, avoiding the gunfire.
"Damn it! They shot at my bike!" Fang shouted as he placed his Dragunov on his bike and replaced it with an IMI Desert Eagle. He aimed his pistol at the soldiers as he let lose a torrent of ammo. With his surprisingly well aim, while driving a hover in thick snow, he was able to take down three of the soldiers before he had to focus on the bike.
"Hey! Don't hog them all, Chief!" Bean cried as he snapped his fingers. Two bombs manifested themselves in his hands as he grinned under his scarf, "Go get em, Dan! You two, Jo!" The soldiers turned to Bean and, to their horror, saw the demo duck tossed the explosives at them.
"Hit the deck!" cried the G.U.N. operatives as they dove out of the way of the bombs. They exploded when they hit the snow, smoke, fire, and shrapnel filling the air. A good five of the men were on the ground, losing consciousness from either the shock wave or a sufficient loss of blood. The remaining seven tried to get up, shaking as they pointed their weapons at Bean.
Two of them were unprepared when their heads were grabbed and slammed into each other by two big, boxing glove covered hands. Bark had knocked out the two soldiers as the last five turned to him, ready to shoot the Mobian down. Before they could pull the trigger, Fiona had kicked one in the side, knocking over another as she delivered a blue of punches to the remaining three.
"This is almost two easy." Fiona smirked as she picked up one of the rifles dropped by the soldiers. She wasn't much of a gunner, but she had no problem using one.
"I know, right Foxy?" asked Bean, ticking off Fiona, "I though their would be a lot more guys than this."
"Sorry to keep y'all waiting."
The Hooligans were caught off guard when a large shuriken flew through the air towards Fiona. The Fox ducked, but not quick enough as the hood of her jacket was sliced off. Coming up the mountain was Tristan and Devlin, both wearing the G.U.N. snow uniforms. Devlin appeared to be holding another large ninja star in his left hand as Tristan's hands seemed to be sporting an odd pair of gauntlets.
"Who the hell are you two?!" Fang shouted as he dismounted his bike.
"I'm Tristan. And my buddy here's Devlin." Tristan introduced in a laid back manor, "And your on G.U.N. property. Either turn yourself in or we'll have to take you out." Fiona chuckled at Tristan's threat as she got herself in a fighting position.
"Sorry, but the only 'take out' we do is at the Panda House." she taunted. Bean laughed his feathery ass off as Devlin just leered at her. Once Bean recovered his laughing fit, he noticed something odd about Devlin's fur.
"Hey! What type of girl's name is Devlin?" Bean asked the Lynx.
"...I'm a guy." scolded the Lynx. Bean instantly fell on his back, laughing boisterously as he fell into the snow, unable to stand it.
"Oh God! That's so funny! Hey Bark! This chick's a guy! And his fur is pink!" At Bean's insult, something snapped inside the Lynx. He reached behind his back and pulled out a Katana, unsheathing the blade as his eyes burned with a white-hot intensity.
"The duck is mine." Devlin growled as Tristan slammed his right fist into his left hand. When he did this, sparks flew from the gauntlets.
"Mind taking the bear, too? I want the weasel and fox." Devlin nodded. Fang chuckled as he cocked his Desert Eagle and quickly drew another from his coat.
"Somebody never told you not to fist fight in a gun fight." the sniper smirked. Bark just groaned. Why can't these jobs ever be easy?