ICC- Kilrick Salvage Inc.

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It was a bit of surpirse to be helped by a man you didn't know, of course, Stryfe had that affect on many people... he never thought it would happen to him.

From the time he took the man's hand, Stryfe had felt and heard bullets literally fly by. One .233 round had smacked in the back of the combat armor, but the shock absorbers and ceramic plating made it feel like a light punch of a youth than the devasting punch that tore through bone and flesh like wet tissue paper.

Diving in the crator, Stryfe landed next to the asian man.

And nodded, fear wasn't present on his blank face. "Likewise." Stryfe said over his shoulder as he followed the whistle of a 90mm shell.

"So, you have a name?" Stryfe asked.
 
*Crater of an exploded mine outside Razor hideout*

The explosions were deafening, but somehow, Eric managed to understand what the stranger asked.

"You can call me Eric for now. I don't know what you guys did to the Razors earlier, but I managed to avoid the ones that you guys sent packing. With whats going on now, I guess they weren't too happy about it".

"So what are you doing way the hell out here then? You don't look like a Grey or Green to me, and if you were a Razor, I would be dead by now", remarked the stranger.

As yet another shell flew overhead, Eric responded, "I am looking for a man named Kilrick. I had found out that he needed some hired guns to help him do some job in New York. The pay is good, but I am more interested in what we may possibly find along the way".
 
BOOM

The floor rocked even in the Cellar.

90 mm shells. That was Grey artillery. They didn't fire it often, although it was said that the Grey's still had a place where they could manufacture shells. The Greens had been after the guns for awhile but never found them.

Apparently, they Razors had been working with the Greys. The Greys were probably thinking this was a chance to catch a few Greens out in the open.

Regardless, we stay here we're fucked. They will find the range eventually and start dropping them right on the church.

BOOM BOOMM!!!!

From the other side. They were finding the range.

It wouldn't last long, but soon there would be more badguys coming to visit.

Apparently our lease at O'Neil's had expired.

So I grabbed what I could and left the cellar.

"Lets get the fuck out of here."

The others were already heading out the door.
 
"Oh fuck." cursed Reik. He stumbled to his feet and looked about him, seeing the others hurrying out the door. The room shook again under the impact of another shell.

"Always hit you when you're sleeping." Reik snatched up his new CAR, a reliable assault weapon that fired depleted uranium shards. He slid his ammo bag containing as many shards as he thought reasonable to carry, and checked the clips on his new combat armour. It was piecemeal but it would do, as he had dumped some parts of it to keep the weight down.

A piece of masonry dropped from the ceiling and cracked Reik on the head, making his vision blur.

"Wait up." Years of experience as a recon solider in a private army and he was gonna be killed by a falling building. Fucking brilliant.
 
His ears ringing from the explosion of the shells, Aaron ran down the wooden stairs, jumping the last five steps as he heard debris crashing down behind him. He got his balance back and hurried towards the others who were making a prompt exit from the desecrated church. Then the ceiling collapsed.

A heavy wooden beam caught Reik and pinned him down, while Aaron just managed to step aside from another. Yet even the assassin was not quite fast enough, and he felt a numbness in his already injured left leg. He cursed savagely and stumbled towards the ex-soldier. There was no thought involved, certainly not of personal gain, as he attempted to shift the beam. Fuelled by fear and pain, he heaved at the beam, willing it to move with every muscle in his body. It slid aside slightly, just enough to free the trapped man; Aaron grabbed him under the arms and made his way towards the doorway.
 
The shelling continued in the distance and Stryfe and Eric began to gauge their chances of survival.

"Here. Take some of this. You look like a lil on the dry side." Stryfe handed out a Canteen filled with clean water. Where he got and how was his own secret.

The kid accepted and drank up, nearly emptying the flask. The Stranger didn't seem to mind a let him drink. If they were going to cross the battlements, he'd need a decoy or partner who had all his faculties. Eric's gtraitude was a nearly empty canteen and the wiping of sweet water from his lips.

"What are you packing?"
 
*Crater Outside Compound*

"Thanks for the water. Now back to the business at hand. All I got is the M4 you see slung over my shoulder and a Desert Eagle. I have just two clips of 5.56 for the rifle but I have a bit more for the desert eagle".

The shelling as of late had gotten a lot more accurate. Pieces of the church started to fall around the men and Eric knew they needed to get out quick.

"Although I don't have the benefit of a scope, I believe our rifles can still knock out some of those Razors from here. As long as they keep their heads down, our chances of survival go up".

As soon as Eric stopped talking, he shouldered his rifle and began to fire on the Razor position.
 
A bullet whizsed by my head as I stepped outside.

Either we'd been here too long or a Razor patrol had come in and found all wasn't well.

And they had brought bigger friends.

Kicking ass on Razors was one thing, but taking on the Greys was another. Especially as they were throwing shells from a long ways a way.

"Get this vehicle going and lets get the fuck out of here." I called back.

The longer the delay, the quicker they would find the right range, and already the church was taking hits.
 
*Crater*

"We have to get moving. I already see one of your buddys heading towards the car". Eric was already down to his last clip of 5.56, and knew staying was not an option.

After putting some fire down, the gunfire from the Razor position had slackened. "Shit. They must have decided to just let the artillery finish us off. Well I'll be damned if I meet my end in a dust pit", Eric thought.

"Look, the Razors/Greys have every inch of this church sighted. If we stay here, were dead men. We have to take our chances and get our asses to the car before we get left behind".

With less bullets going over his head, Eric prepared to run to the car, or die trying.
 
Stryfe put the night lense of the laser rifle to use. True it would give away the position, but a called shot would buy sometime. Men tend to get dishearted when bolts of laser slice their comrades in half like gecko meat.

In the distance, a Razor was grabbing a shell, ready to add another barriage upon the old church.

The target was in sight, a young man, a mere youth... Pity. But death was indiscriminate and it came for all... old and young.

Squinting his eye and adujusting the nightsight, his target was confirmed.

****

CLICK!

ZEEEEE!

The Razor didn't even know what hit him when the white hot beam had penertrated his light body armor and cleaved through his lower abdomen and exited through his spinal column, dropping the shell, and dropping him in two neatly, smoked pieces of human flesh. He cried for sometime before death came, slow and terrible as he was aware of his cauterized flesh, incidently it kept his innards from pilling on the desert floor.

As the other Razor got wise another beam flew in the air and removed his right arm. His scream was heard over the distance. But unlike his hapless friend, the Razor named Shillinger was smart enough to dive for cover.

"FUCK!" he cried he he held his arm.

Three more blasts followed. Two knocked against stone and one against the unshielded humvee. With the return fire, the shelling ceased for some time as Stryfe got time to make a run for the car.

****

As Stryfe made a run for the humvee, something bit into his right shoulder blade.

"Shit." Stryfe cursed slowly as he held the arm. Light padding couldn't protect the high velocity slug from bypassing the armor. Slowed it, but didn't prevent penetration. Stryfe took sanctuary in the vehicle as he slowed the bloodletting.
 
Jake had gotten into the driver's seat and I had made it into the passenger.

"Everyone in?" I asked. He didn't know.

Jake shrugged his shoulders.

"Can you drive this thing?" I asked.

Again the shrug. Great.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM. Three explosions walking their way up from the perimeter fence towards the church. Bigger explosions. They were zeroing in on us.

Time to go.
 
Everything seemed to be shaking as Eric ran to the car. "Just a few feet, more", WHAM. It felt like someone had thrown a baseball at very high speed and the unlucky asian was on the receiving end. "God that is gonna bruise up, but I need to get my ass in that vehicle pronto". A few seconds later, Eric opened the door and threw himself in.

"Now I am sure you'll have questions but theres another time for that later. I don't know how many people are left outside but if we stay in the car immobile for long, we won't be leaving alive".
 
The small clink of a slug hitting the floor of the vehicle hit like a pin drop. Biting off the sterile cap of a stimpak and spitting it out the window. The blood began to lessen as Stryfe injected himself with a stimpak, a super cellular repairing agent that sped up healing reactions in the human body. Picking up the brass slug, Stryfe smirked as he tucked it in his pocket. Looks like the armor proved itself after all - for the bullet didn't go as deep as it should have. Of course, if it had, the bone would have been shattered like a plate of china.

Small mercies...
 
Remmington rushes to the truck, franticlly. TJ jumped into the bed of the truck. Jamming the keys into the ignition, the engine revved loudly. In drive, the truck skidded away, leaving some behind.
 
Aaron and Reik staggered up and out of the church into the maelstrom of arttillery and beheld the carnage before them.

"Fuck." muttered the ex-soldier. Aaron moved aside, letting Reik stand by himself.

"Ready? We have to move." The assassin was looking out at the destruction in the yard.

"Right." Reik joined Aaron at the door and prepared himself. The men looked at each other and got ready to run for the ttransient saftey of the car. They couldn't see it but hoped they could make it there before the others bailed on them. "Okay."

They stood and took a step as a shell hammered through the church roof and exploded violently inside, knocking the two men out into the yard.

No choice now, they had to run. Even if the car was gone, staying at the church was out of the question.
 
"Shit!!!" Remmington yelled, as he eyed the others in the rear view mirror. Slamming the brakes, shoving it into reverse, the tires squeeled as the truck flew backwards.

"Get in!!!" TJ said, as the truck came to a stop by the men. Helping them get in, the truck began speeding off again.
 
*Inside Vehicle*

"Get them in and quick. As to the rest of you, start putting some fire on the Razor position".

After getting the best aim he could while being shot at, Eric began squeezing round after round towards the raiders. The other men quickly began firing their weapons as well turning the truck into a mobile death machine.

"I'm running out of ammo here, lets go".
 
*In the vehicle*

Stryfe flexed his arm which felt sore as the tissue mended itself. Soon the pain ebbed and the mercenary opened his mouth and threw out a suggestion.

"If there are no objections... I know of a safe place we can rest and re-arm before we head into New York. Head north east."

Stryfe was taking them to the Gunrunners Territory. It was a safe place, more like a fort in the middle of the wilderness. The Runners were a peaceful people, more like an extended family with lots of pre-war tech at their disposal. The Chief was a friend of Stryfe, or something like that... but it was his daughter that....

Stryfe washed away any hint of what he was thinking.
 
"Thanks for reversing, Jake", said Aaron as he fought for breath after the sprint to the car. His left leg wasn't feeling any better from the battering it received when the ceiling collapsed. He felt down it and winced; nothing broken, but definitely torn muscles - time for a stimpack or two -.
"By the way, what's your name, Mister?", he whispered to the newcomer with the M4.
 
"Time for introductions later." hissed Reik as he also fought to regain his composure after the bullet ridden dash for the vehicle. Unslinging his CAR, the mercenary began firing a few bursts toward the distant artillery position. The Uranium shards had an impressive range but Reik doubted he would hit anything without a scope.

Something to look out for, he thought.

"We have to move." Reik commented.

"Already on it." Replied Jake at the wheel, as he slammed the car into gear and took off, away from the carnage.
 
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