Fallout RP- Systematic Annihilation

Home Invasion, Siege

((Good to see you Trag!))

Reno

Skeet, Jim, Meg and Nai sit tight as hot lead zing through the window and thinner walls.
Meg sticks the muzzle of her pistol out of the window firing blindly at the concealed shooters, to no avail. She empties four rounds into the elevated position. Jim sticks his muzzle out of the window. the trigger is pulled; and muzzle flashes. a man is drawn through the curtain of the shooting gallery. He falls to the ground; his weapon hits the ground- discharging the remainder of the magazine. he lies twitching in the street.

"Gotcha, Motherfucker" said Jim under his breath.

"Nice shooting' " responds Skeet.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps are audible in the room adjacent to the living room.

"Watch the door!" shouts Jim, sliding another shell into his shotgun.

Meg points the muzzle of her pistol at the door. The rain of lead stops instantly.

"Their making their move!" shouts skeet, withdrawing his 10mm handgun.

The door is blown off of its hinges with a powerful explosion, and into the wall parallel to the door frame.

Through the hole walks a man in black tactical armor; his face hidden by a gas mask, and body covered in ballistic armor. In his hands; an automatic rifle.

The Den

Gabe watches as the ground beneath some of the redemption explodes in a fireball; a loud concussion shakes the scaffolding beneath the Mutant.

He then jumped from the scaffolding. Another explosion; this time hitting the wall, it began to crumble. "Arty! The fucks have arty on us!" he shouts.

A third explosion; this time their was an audible whistle before it. this explosion was far more effective and detrimental; hitting and killing two deputes. The Redemption began to work their way though the wall. Gabe turns. "Battle stations!" he yells; to no avail. Shell shock sets in quickly.

Another round explodes; the wall and scaffolding where Gabe was just standing explodes. In the distance hundreds of redemption pour into view, heads begin popping up everywhere.

Two riflemen exit the chapel, their weapons drawn. they raise their weapons at the redemption, and proceed to put the creatures out of their miseries.

Kagel requests a sit-rep over the com. Gabe responds with the artillery blasts, and wall breech

"We need to hunker down. Everyone to the bunker"
 
Dayton leaned onto a control panel as the bunker shook. He looked to James, "Alright, can you do it any faster?!"
"I could, but it's not a good idea."
"Alright. Just get it working!"
"I can try!"
Dayton grabbed the helmet from his belt and put it on, latching it closed. He exited the lab, "Everyone, we need to get outside!"

Dayton, as well as any available paladin and knight rushed out of the bunker, brandishing weapons. They ran to the breach in the wall, raising their weapons. Paladins with sniper rifles first began opening fire. Dayton looked back at the bunker, "Hurry up..."
He raised his laser rifle and fired, one of the redemption in the distance falling.
A knight shouted, "What's going on?"
Dayton turned his head, "What do you mean?"
"They're just... Exploding?"
"What?!"
Dayton looked to the redemption. Surely enough, one by one, they were being dismembered. A head exploded, another one's torso was blown in half. Dayton lowered his rifle, "What the fuck..."

"Give it a shot."
A scribe looked at his screen, punching in commands, then a robotic voice came,
"DESIGNATION: STEEL PRIDE. MISSION DIRECTIVE: PROTECT THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL FROM ANY AND ALL OPPOSITION. CAPTURE DIRECTIVE: IMMEDIATE SELF DESTRUCT. WEAPONS: ONLINE. MOBILITY SYSTEM: ONLINE. TARGETING SYSTEM: ONLINE. ALL SYSTEMS: NOMINAL."

Even with the anonymous support, the knights and paladins were struggling. The ground shook again. An explosion overhead, then more shaking. Dayton turned backward, he wasn't able to keep quiet, "He did it! He fucking did it!"
The 15 foot tall robot walked toward the wall, "ALL WHO OPPOSE THE BROTHERHOOD WILL FAIL!"
Suddenly a barrage of blue lasers came from the robot's head, cutting a line in the coming horde.
"WARNING! CATASTROPHIC SYSTEM MALFUNCTION! SHUTTING DOWN!"
"Move! Move!"
The knights and paladins scrambled as the robot fell to the ground, shaking the ground, throwing the knights and paladins to the ground.

Five .454 Casull rounds hit the ground, accompanied by a angered voice, "They never have any fucking sense!"

The paladins and knights quickly rose, beginning to fire again, then a yell, "Who the fuck is that?"
Dayton looked around, then saw the figure. Wearing an all-black suit, with a black fedora, with white gloves and tie, a black and white paisley bandana tied around his face. He held one long black revolver. He seemed to be walking calmly, oblivious to the horde running toward them. The man then turned toward the horde, raising his handgun. In seconds, five were down. The cylinder of the handgun swung out , five spent casings hitting the ground. He reached into a pocket, pulling out a revolver speedloader. He guided the rounds into the cylinder, then dropped the loader onto the ground, spun the cylinder, which then swung back into the gun with the flick of a wrist. He raised his handgun again, firing a round, taking a head off.
 
Darkness Falls

(Welcome back, Stompie! Good to see you again as well as Trag. If you want to get back into Zombie Apocalypse too, Chapter 4 just started. There are many new characters still available, so little to no catching up is required. One of the characters inspired by your suggestions is still up for grabs.)

"I'm all for going after them tonight!" said Angus eagerly.

"Patience, Senior Initiate," admonished Ben. "Let's not rush forward without thinking things through. They're a day ahead of us, and we're not going to catch up with them tonight. Even if we could, we would be so weary that we'd be at a huge disadvantage. Amy is an excellent tracker, and she can follow them just fine in the morning after we've all had some rest."

"Yeah, but I don't like the idea of leaving Rachel in their clutches any longer than we have to," said Amy. "I mean she's strong enough to hold out until we can save her, but the anguish she must be going through...she thinks we're all dead. It's only a matter of time before she loses all hope."

"Well, I need to stop for the night," said Spike. "As much as I wanna kill Stone and O'Hara - er, I mean help Stark kill them - my leg is still hurting like crazy. I can't go another step tonight."

"So that's four votes for going on and three votes against so far," said Eldon. "Jack, you can clinch it with your vote."

"This is not a democracy," said Ben. "Where do you think you are, the NCR? Remember, this is a military operation. Angus and I have been assigned to escort Miss Velasco and the Enclave weapon she salvaged back to the Brotherhood's bunker in the capital. We've already agreed to stop at New Reno and help rescue Rachel Wright, but we can't take unnecessary risks along the way. Our mission is too important."

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"I'll take first watch," Craig Stone told Caitlin O'Hara.

"Good," she answered, getting into her bedroll. "I'm already asleep on my feet. Chasing after Johnny Bishop's new chippie has worn me out." Within seconds, she was snoozing.

Stone watched Rachel eat the jerky. "Not me," he said softly. "I can keep it up all night." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. She turned her head away, facing the cave wall. A tear spilled out of the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek.
 
paint the town red

Reno

Jim Squeezes off a round from his shotgun into the armed man, who hunches over; the buckshot stopped by his armor. Skeet Begins a full run at the man, as Meg squeezes both rounds off, missing and hitting the wall.

The gunman points his weapon at skeet's chest and pulls the trigger. five rounds pass through Skeet's chest, over-penetrating and digging deep into the wall. Skeet's momentum carries him into the gunman, knocking him on to his back. Skeet's weight holding the gunman on the ground. the riflemen flails though skeet wheezes; remaining vastly motionless. Jim makes his move quickly, jamming the muzzle of the shotgun into the glass optic of the gas mask. with a loud blast, the gunman's brain matter and blood paint the floor.

Meg and nei stair at skeet; as jim drops his weapon, pulling the ghoul off of the dead combatant.

"What the hell were you thinking?" asked jim; staring into skeet's vacant eyes as he struggles for beath. "Don't even fucking think about it" said jim, reaching into his satchel, withdrawing a Stimpack. he jams the needle into skeet's stomach and depresses the plunger.

Skeet twitches, though the breathing is labored and heavy.

"Get me some fucking rags. we need to stop the bleeding" Said Jim, his calmness was just a shallow facade.

"D-Don't Worry bout' me, J-Jimmy" forced skeet

"Fuck that, you piece of leather." Said Jim, as he reaches for another stimpack.

"N-No. Walk away J-Jimmy" said skeet

"You're not dying on me" said Jim, jamming the needle into Skeet, and depressing the plunger.

"Get me some fucking rags... Now!" shouts jim. Meg stands and hustles to the corner of the room, ripping the covers from the bed.

"Its.... Okay Jimmy..." said skeet with a bloody smile

"Don't you fucking think about it." was all that skeet could really say

Skeet's eyes close as his heavy labored breathing stops.

Jim stands, as meg brings the tattered and tore blanket. takes a deep breath, as he kneels next to the dead gunman. he takes the man's side arm and ammo. he grabs the man's assault rifle and his two additional magazines.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Meg, brushing a tear from her eye

Jim says nothing. he walks through the door into the lobby of the dilapidated octaplex, a man in a leather jacket rushes into the lobby. without discrimination Jim raises the rifle, squeezing the trigger once places a single bullet betwixt the man's eyes. he falls to the ground dropping a .44 revolver. Jim takes the revolver, and slides it into his belt.
 
...From a good safe distance...

One Mile NORTH of the Den

A Vertibird hovers over the bluffs, its sliding doors open. anchored to the floor was a tripod; atop it was a 75mm Recoilless Rifle. Two enclave operate the gun, both lightly armored; wearing conventional combat armor, on their faces were self-contained re breathers, with a one way potassium-iodine and charcoal filter. the vertibird was armed for this mission in-particular, its exterior weapons stripped; and hull emptied for optimal fuel storage and storage for ammunition. the recoilless rifle fires again; sending a hot jet of exhaust out of the north-facing door; and a 75mm He/Incidneary shell out of the other at a genital arch
 
Night Moves

Rachel finished her meal in sullen silence while Craig Stone watched her, sitting next to her. When she was done, he rummaged through his pack and took out a hypo. "No..." begged Rachel.

"Now, now," said Stone, feeling her arm for a vein. "I need to make sure you behave yourself, and the only way to do that is to keep you stoned out of your lovely head."

"Please...I'll do anything...don't you want me?"

"We've been over this before, Rachel. It's not a matter of want. Hell, I'd bang you right here and now if it weren't for Angela Bishop's instructions. She'll inspect you to make sure your virtue is intact, and if it's not it's my neck." He tied a rubber tube around her arm above the elbow.

"We can...do other things..."

Stone shook his head. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Anything I want to do to you I can do while you're asleep."

Rachel winced as he pressed home the plunger and sent sedatives coursing through her bloodstream. Within seconds she felt even weaker than she already had before the injection. Her eyelids and limbs became impossibly heavy, and a haze once again settled over her mind. Stone slapped a bandage on the injection site and untied the tube, then kissed her. "Nighty-night, Rachel."

As her awareness deserted her, Rachel began to weep and was unable to stop. Tears flowed freely, dampening her cheeks and hair. Her despair was just too overwhelming, and she finally broke down. Everything went dark, and her hopes were completely dashed.

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Stark grumbled, but he finally relented. "Okay, then," he said. "Let's organize a watch. There are eight of us, so we'll pair up and have four watches. I've got first watch."

"Me too," said Amy instantly.

"I'll take second watch," said Eldon. "Jack, why don't you stand watch with me?

"And Angus and I will take last watch," said Ben. "That leaves Spike and Myron for the third watch. Let's hit the sack. It's been a long day."

It didn't take long for the others to fall asleep. Stark waited a few minutes before slipping out the back door. He started walking to the outhouse, then glanced back at the house to verify that nobody was watching. He nodded to himself and went into the woods in the direction that the tracks led.

"Took you long enough, cowboy," said a soft voice from behind him. Stark nearly jumped as the black-cloaked figure with the wide-brimmed hat stepped out of the shadow of a tree. Amy Velasco lifted the brim of her hat and gave him a grin, dropping her cigarette and stubbing it out with the toe of her boot.

"You're not going to try to stop me, are you?" he asked.

Amy laughed quietly. "Are you kidding? I'm going with you, and no arguments. Rachel's my best friend now that Mongo's gone. Anyway, how did you think you were going to follow her trail without me?"

"I guess I didn't think that far ahead. I just had to do something. What about the others? We can't just leave them all asleep with nobody on watch."

"Don't worry, Eldon's in on it. He's still awake, and he'll get Jack up after enough time has gone by if we haven't returned. I also left my Hammer behind with the Steel Knights just in case something happens to us out there. My good ol' needler rifle will suit me just fine. So, are you gonna stand there gawkin' all night, or are you coming with me?" Amy led the way, and Stark hurried after her.
 
The Den

The ground shook as the round hit, knocking the Brotherhood squad to the ground. The man stumbled back against the wall of the Den, looking forward. He slid his revolver into his jacket, reaching to his waist.

1 Mile North of The Den

A smoking 75 millimetre casing fell to the floor of the vertibird, replaced swiftly by another round. One of the gunners looking through the targeting scope, "Three degrees right, two degrees up."
A smirk crossed the gunner's lips as he looked through the scope before he pulled back. The gunner next to him spoke, "Target acquired."
"Fir- what the hell!"
The pilot slumped forward, against the controls. The vertibird pitched forward, sending any unrestrained occupants sliding to the front of the craft. The craft began flying forward, losing altitude. The co-pilot pulled back on the controls as hard as he could, trying to level out the craft. A circular pattern of cracks appeared on the front windows of the vertibird, the co-pilot slumping against his controls. The vertibird pitched more forward, the craft almost vertical. One of the gunners tried to pull himself to the door as a loud beep began to resonate throughout the craft. The front windows were instantly covered by deep red. The craft then began to shake violently as it tumbled, before it came to rest on it's roof, the front window shattered. A gunner slowly rose, looking to where the windscreen would be, seeing only undead trying to claw their way into the craft.

The Den

The man lowered his scoped revolver as he saw the vertibird tumble across the wastes, before coming to rest on it's roof. The man turned and began walking away, the same way he came.
 
Tracks in the Wilderness

Amy led Sergeant Stark through the woods, following the three sets of tracks. She paused at a tree and plucked a needle out that had been embedded in its bark at chest height. "Trank needle," she said. "They're just like the ones I use in my rifle. Probably Caitlin O'Hara's. She's been known to use a needler, but only with great reluctance - when she needs to take someone alive. That isn't very often."

"So she was...hunting Rachel?" asked Stark, gulping.

"Sure looks like it. Don't worry, this one missed. The tracks continue. Rachel was barefoot when she escaped, but her pursuers were wearing boots. Let's keep moving."

They proceeded slowly, soon reaching the lip of a steep cliff. Amy peered over the edge. Some 40 or 50 feet below, she saw a fast-flowing river at the bottom of a canyon. She examined the tracks again, then pointed south along the rim of the canyon. "Both of the mercs went that way, following the river downstream," she told Stark.

"What about Rachel?"

Amy shook her head. "No more tracks for her. Either they were carrying her, or..."

"Or what? She jumped?" Stark looked like he was about to cry.

"Hey, that's not as bad as it sounds. The water looks pretty deep, and Rachel is an excellent swimmer. I'm sure a little cliff diving would have been preferable to going with those two. Besides, the tracks don't look deep enough for them to have been carrying her, and if they had recaptured her they'd have taken her back to the farm."

"So she's still free?"

"At least as of this point," said Amy. "We'll have to follow the tracks to see where they went next."

"Then let's go! No sense standing around here." Stark followed Amy along the edge of the cliff.
 
Dayton's squad continued firing on the oncoming horde. He slammed forward the only moving part of his rifle, pulling the microfusion cell out of the rifle. He quickly replaced it with another, pulling back the holding latch then placed the rifle's stock to his shoulder.
There was a loud PSH from behind the Brotherhood, the projectile coming down in the horde, making a small mushroom cloud. Dayton looked behind him as he heard a ding, seeing James kneeling, a Fat Man mini-nuke catapult on his shoulder. There was the loud PSH again as the catapult fired another miniature nuclear warhead into the horde.

"Come on..."
The key turn was accompanied by the sound of an internal combustion engine failing to start, "Fucking start!"
One more key turn, and the engine came to life, spewing a plume of blue smoke behind it.
A rusty armoured dune buggy, atop the vehicle was a equally old GAU19 minigun. The rear wheels spun, and the 280 year old vehicle sped towards the site of the battle.
 
Blood in the Water

Stark followed Amy along the side of the canyon for a long while. He peered down at the river between its sheer walls, frowning. "I don't see any way out of that canyon," he said. "If Rachel jumped..."

"Relax," said Amy. "I told you she's an excellent swimmer. She wouldn't have drowned."

Eventually, they came across a piton hammered into the ground at the cliff's edge. A rope was tied to it, descending into the dark abyss below, the bottom of the rope beneath the surface of the water.

"The tracks end here," Amy told Stark. "I think they must have climbed down to the river at this point. I wonder why." She looked over the edge. "I think I see a cave opening down there. I'm going to go down for a closer look." She unslung her backpack and placed it on the ground, then removed her cloak and combat armor and placed them in the pack before leaning her rifle against it. Underneath them she was wearing a black tank top and brown trousers. "Cover me."

Stark did as she told him, gripping his plasma rifle and keeping an eye on the canyon while Amy grabbed the rope in both hands and began to rappel down the vertical cliff wall into the darkness. Below her, the water rippled and flowed. Soon she reached the bottom and stood hip deep in the river beside the wall. Sure enough, there was a cavern entrance only a few dozen feet away. "There's a tunnel all right!" she called up, her voice echoing down the canyon. "That's probably where Rachel got out of the river, and the mercs must have come down after her. Stay up there for now. I'm going in to check it out."

Amy waded over to the cave mouth, still clutching the rope tightly to keep the current from dragging her off. Something smelled awful nearby, like rotten fish. She couldn't pinpoint its source, though. It seemed to be coming from all around her. A trail of black slime oozed from a spot just inside the cave to the entrance. Squinting into the darkness, she could make out a pile of bones in the distance. They looked like they had been picked clean. "I think this is some kind of predator's nest!" she shouted up.

"Oh, God," moaned Stark. "Rachel...Amy, get out of there now!"

"Don't be such a nervous Nellie! There's nothing in the cave right now. Whatever creature lives in here is probably nocturnal and out hunting somewh-"

Amy was suddenly cut off by a slimy, webbed black claw covering her mouth. Another one attached to a scaly arm wrapped itself around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. She lost her grip on the rope as something incredibly strong behind her pulled her away from the cave and into the middle of the river, where the water was deeper.

"Amy!" Stark aimed his plasma rifle into the blackness, but he couldn't make out what had attacked her and didn't want to risk hitting her. "Aw, hell!" He slung his rifle onto his back and grabbed the rope, sliding down as fast as he dared.

Amy struggled desperately, but she could not break the creature's iron grip. Sticky ooze dribbled down her chin as she squirmed within its grasp. When Stark was most of the way down, he leapt from the rope and into the river, but the thing that had Amy dived - taking her with it!

"No!" shouted Stark. "Amy!" He began to swim for the spot where she had been pulled under, a few bubbles the only evidence she had ever been there. That was when a second creature surfaced directly in front of him. It was vaguely humanoid and taller even than him. Its eyes bulged and its mouth dropped open, revealing multiple rows of sharp teeth. There were gills behind its ears, and its body was covered with slime and thick scales as strong as the metal armor that Stark wore. A scaly ridge ran down the length of its back.

Stark whipped out his rifle and fired a snap shot at the thing, striking it in the chest. It howled in pain, but did not appear to be terribly wounded. All he had done was get it angry. Enraged, it swiped at the plasma rifle with one claw, tearing it from his grasp and sending it into the river with a splash! Then the second claw slashed him across the chest, slicing holes in his armor and his flesh beneath. He fell back beneath its onslaught, but the aquatic mutant did not let up, swimming after him with incredible speed. He scrambled into the mouth of the cave, crawling on his hands and knees. A claw emerged from the water and raked the back of his calf, cutting through his Achilles tendon. Screaming in agony, he collapsed to the floor of the cave as the monster emerged in all its horror. He fumbled for his AK-112 assault rifle, spraying lead at it on full automatic, but the 5mm rounds did little damage thanks to its natural scale armor. It knocked the weapon aside and pounced on top of him, pinning him to the cavern floor.
 
The Thing that should not be

The Den

The ground beneath the feet of the redemption began to shake. the ground cracking and bulging.

Gabe begins a frantic run towards the EAST gate. He drops his weapon, replacing it with a piece of rebar. he throws the bar like a spear, knocking one of the incroaching redemption, pinning him to a large chunk of aluminum siding.

he then begins an animalian climb up a pile of cars used for a bericade to gain a better view of the battle field.

The ground ruptures beneath the feet of the redemption, several are pulled into a deep pit. Two chartruce tenticles reach into the air. They come crashing to the ground; one landing atop the chaple, smashing the building, and another landing in the street.

the creature begins to pull itself out of its pit. The abomination pulls its self onto the surface, revieling its slimey orange scales; its eyes were roughly the size of car wheels, and mouth large enough to swallow a car. it had no legs, just a tale that resembled that of a tadpole. The abomination was the length of two busses, and slurred at 25 ft tall. It let forth a terrifying groan.

"Fauck!" shouted gabe as he jumped to the ground.

he keys his communicator. "We've got a.... Thingy... at the east gate!"

Kagel responds "What the hell are you talking about."

"It... looks mean... Big and mean! And slimey.... super slimey!"

"En Route. Dispatch; We need some air support. NOW!"
 
Going Under

Amy fought with all of her flagging strength as the creature that had taken her pulled her down, down, down...but it was far too strong. Though its claw covered her mouth, water entered through her nose and she began to suffocate. The mutant had no such problem, as it had gills with which to breathe underwater. Soon they reached the bottom, where a broken grating was set into the river's floor. It looked like it had been ripped open from the inside.

Amy squirmed as her abductor hauled her through the grating and into a tubular metal tunnel, but it only served to use up what little oxygen she had remaining even faster. Her vision grew dim as she was pulled along. Her last thoughts as consciousness deserted her were of Rachel. She had hoped to rescue Rachel, and she could only hope the others could do it without her - because she knew that there was nobody to rescue her.

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Stark wrestled with the monster, but even his strength was no match for it. It smashed him against the cavern floor and slashed his chest with a claw. Even through his metal armor, he could still feel the talons cutting into his flesh. He bellowed in agony, cursing himself for having come out here. His rash action had not only doomed Rachel, but Amy was lost too. As he lay bleeding and helpless, the creature opened its mouth wide to reveal rows of jagged teeth. Slimy drool dripped from the corner of its mouth while it stared hungrily at him.

"NO!" he shouted. With one final effort, he pulled a plasma grenade from his belt, armed it, and shoved it into the amphibious mutant's mouth and down its throat. It gulped in surprise as the lethal bomb entered its stomach. A second later, it detonated, and the creature was blown to bits from within. Its scales served to shield Stark from all of the shrapnel and the worst of the blast, but it was still enough to injure him further. The shock overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.
 
Dirty Jimmy

The Den

The creature turned its attention to the horde. It began dealing death at an awesome rate; smasing the redemption as if it were a gift from god, and yet- a devil; killing indescriminantly.

Vector Wing

Vector wing was composed of four vertichick gunships. the nimble craft darted, skimming along the surface of the rocky terrain. each was armed with two 15.2mm cannons, and four rocket pods, each containing 25 "Dumb" high explosive red tipped rockets.

They were enroute from navaro, only 15 minutes from the Den.

"Vector Wing, Com Check" barked a male dispatcher from navaro

"Vector one"

"Vector two"

"Vector three"

"Blackey... uhh - Vector four"

"Vector wing, I hear you Five by Five"

"Confirmed" responds Vector One

New Reno

Jim continued up the street, clutching tightly to his weapon. He knew that the bishops were out for blood; one in the same with himself. Two men approach him, weapons drawn. Jim raises his weapon, coldly and seemingly mechanic.

"Woah! just Wait a sec-" was all one of the armed men was able to spit out before hitting the ground, bleeding from the head. the second gunman raised his weapon, however his weapon hit the ground after one well placed shot devistated his weapon and hand.

He cries out in pain clutching his hand; now missing his ring finger and thumb.

Jim lowers his weapon and walks towards the man.

"Hold up!" shouts the bleeding man

Jim knocks the man on the ground with the butt of his rifle. he hits the ground hard.

"Where's Bishop?!" shouts Jim

"I don't Know!" shouts the man. another blow, this time to the stomach

"Where's Bishop!" barks Jim

"I don't work for Bishop!" shouts the man

Another swift hit to the gut was administered

"Who the fuck do you work for?!"

"No Body"

Jim withdraws his .44, and opens the cylender, removing five rounds from the gun. he closes the cylander and pulls the hammer to half cock.

"Do you feel lucky.... punk?" he asks, spinning the cylender before pulling the hammer to full cock, putting the muzzle to his skull.

"Do you?" he asks again
 
Deep Trouble

Amy Velasco slowly became aware of sensation. At first she thought she must be dead, but then she realized that she still felt pain. She could feel a cold, slimy, and wet substance covering most of her body, coming up to the middle of her chest. Her back was against something hard and metallic, and her arms were stretched out above her throbbing head. Cold metal bands were wrapped tightly around her wrists, securing her to the metal wall behind her. She could not feel anything underfoot, but she instinctively knew that she was upright and not lying down.

Amy slowly took in a few breaths of the stale, putrid air. It smelled like rotten seafood and reminded her of a bad meal she had once eaten in San Francisco. She tried to remain calm and keep from panicking, but the terror that gripped her heart would not let go. Her lungs began to work furiously, and she struggled in the darkness. The metal bands held her fast, however, and the sludge in which she was partially immersed stuck to her and made it very hard for her to move at all.

Amy could sense a dim greenness from behind her eyelids. She forced one of them open, and her headache got worse. It took an even greater effort to crack open her other eye. The light around her was barely perceptible, and it took her vision some time to adjust. The room in which she found herself was small, square, and partly flooded. The faint green glow came from a few open barrels in a far corner of the room, no doubt filled with toxic goo. Their tops stood just above the black, slimy surface. The only exit was a closed metal door on the far side of the room.

Amy leaned back against the wall and sighed. Moving made her head hurt worse, but holding still wasn't much better. She felt something else inside too, the insistent tug of Redemption. Though she had taken an injection of the serum just before setting out, she had no idea how long ago that had been. For now she could control herself, but she would need more eventually - and she wouldn't get any in here. Despair threatened to overwhelm her, but she somehow found the strength to resist. She could easily have given in to the poison in her blood and tapped into the strength it tempted her with to snap her chains and free herself, but then she would lose herself in the process. No! she thought. I will get out of this, but by my own power.

It was at that moment that her senses started going off like alarm bells, and she knew that she wasn't alone...
 
New Reno

Jim Squeezes the trigger. *Click*

"I Don't Work for Bishop!" cries the man

Jim Simply Smiles, Squeezing the trigger again - *Click*

"You're not telling me anything useful you sorry sack of shit" responds Jim

"I'm here to help!" barks the cowering man

"Help kill my friends and me?" asks Jim

"I'm here to help you!"

"Brahman Shit."

"No.. Really!"

"I'll buy that the day pigs fly outta my ass, Motherfuck"

"You've attracted the attention of a very important man"

"I'll be sure to put one right between his eyes too" Said Jim, squeezing the trigger; *Click*

"We're willing to pay well" Said the man

*Click*

"Well now. Why would you think I would want to work for some... important fuckjob?"

"This job is in your best interest" Said the man

"Really now." said Jim

"We need a high value target... Dealt with"

"Well... Spit it the fuck out,"

"We want bishop dead"

"Well ain't that a coincidence" Said Jim

"We want her done in public. Say... at her inaugural speech?"

"Whats to stop me from putting one right in between your eyes?" asked Jim

"Seven-Thousand Caps"
 
Not a Mercenary-man

New Reno

"Caps?" asked Jim pushing the muzzle against the man's head

"Mon... Money talks, bullshit walks" said the man

"I think I'll just kill you" said Jim

"N-No!" barked the man

"If she's such a high value target why don't you do it your self?"

"What?" Asked the man

"Go Fuck yourself" said Jim

"Please!" shouted the man

Jim Squeezes the trigger. the .44 HP smashing through his skull leaving the inside of his cranium strewn about the neglected pavement.
 
The Den

"What the fuck is that!"
"I don't care! Just shoot the damn thing!"
Dayton dropped the spent microfusion cell, another one taking the place in his AER9. A small nuclear explosion went off in the distance, then a yell from James, "I'm out!"
The rusted buggy turned sideways, and began sliding, the gattling gun on the top expelling a stream of .50 BMG rounds. The half-inch bullets cut a line out of the rushing attackers, but bounced as they reached the subterranean monster. The barrels then began spinning. The suited man driving looked back, the belt was empty. He jumped out of the buggy, which spun to a stop.
"Fire in the hole!"
Dayton hurled the grenade before bringing the stock of his rifle back to his shoulder. From behind him came the clatter of an AK-47. The grenade detonated, throwing bodies into the air. James ripped the empty magazine from his assault rifle, reaching to his belt for another.
The suited man ran towards the giant beast, pulling the black revolver from his thigh. He then crouched in mid step, his left knee almost touching the ground. He then jumped.
The jump immediately exceeded anything a normal human was capable of. He tucked his legs up, thumbing back the hammer of the revolver. He outstretched his arm at the peak of his jump, at this point the barrel of the gun just mere millimeters from the monster's eye. The hammer of the revolver fell.
 
the neglected gutters will run red

RENO

Jim stands up, opening the cylinder of his .44, and slid six rounds into each bore. Jim looked into windows surrounding him, seeing peeking, fearful faces.
"Do any of you know who this man was?!" he barked, waiting for a response. He only found a still eerie silence. He raises his pistol into the air, and fires.

"I said, Do any of you know who this man was?!"

He awaited a response, to hear that same dead silence

"This man solicited me to spill the blood of some dirty motherfucker for money. Do any of you know why I put a fucking hole in his head?!"

He waited for a response, to find nothing.

"I Shot that man for putting a price on someone. This is my town now, and I'll personally kill any sonuvabitch that puts a price on a fucking life."

"Reno's got a new sheriff in town. Pass the message along to bishop."

"The gutters will run red with bishop's blood" he said, as he walked back towards the apartment.
 
The Den

The creature recoils, as the slug drives deep into its eye, severing its optical nerve. Flailing violently, it spews a nerve shattering shrill.

Gabe watches as it thrashes about. "Fucker's Pissed!" he shouts. With a double take, he sprints; leaping onto the creature, grabbing tightly to its skin. he positions himself next to its other eye. His fist clenched into a tight ball, he drives it deep into the eye, puncturing the thick layer of mucus and tissue.
 
James took his chance, aiming at the mouth of the creature he fired the entire magazine of his rifle in one volley towards the monster's mouth.
Skytzoe landed atop the monster. He aimed his revolver down, firing four rapid shots, the recoil seeming to barely effect him.
 
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