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Moving slowly to avoid detection, Rogue made her way following the sound of the slavers footsteps not so far ahead down the tunnel.
The slavers trace stoppen and fell silent. Leaving Rogue in the darkness, Un sure how far ahead they actually were. Could they know that they were being followed, and were laying in wait?
Not sure on what course to take, she stood, listening to the air for any sigh of what was happening in the tunnel up front.
“Fuck.” She cursed to her self, to die by the hand of slavers now would be the last straw after the past couple of day’s events.
She unhooked her rifle and took a breath as she moved step by step further up the tunnel, un aware of what was about to un fold.
As she rounded the corner of the tunnel she was met by something that she least expected.
The sound of an explosion echoed through the tunnel and the water at her knees rocked knocking her of balance down into the wastes, pulling her self to her knees, she heard the noise of more explosions banging through the pipes up ahead. “What the hell, some trap!” She thought to her self.
The shits hit the fan she thought Scrambling to her feet, she levelled her rifle and jogged forward, whilst keeping her head down.
Up ahead she could see rubbish a light from the previous explosion and the sound of gun fire rang through the air of the sewers.
As Rogue creped the final way, slowly moving forward, she could hear the voices of the slavers that had passed her previously. Un able to make out all the words, she strained to listen to the argument.
“Fuck this; I’m getting out of here!”
“You’re not going anywhere, we came here to do something...”
“But the head hunter is with the ghoul, our surprise, the trap failed...”
“I’m not risking my life to capture these fucks, when we can just kill them...”. Hissed the slaver to the other.
“We have our orders; we are to take them alive...”
Grim... Rogue smiled to her self. At least he is still alive she thought, and still fighting hard!
Creeping forwardly towards the two slavers in front of her. She raised her rifle and took aim. “Capture this, dirt.” She spat as she squeezed the trigger gently, the rifle sang as the round left the barrel striking the raider dead before he had chance to react to the noise of the gunfire.
The other slaver turned, stunned by the sudden shot, and levelled his gun only to be met by the second of Rogues rounds. The shot tore though the raider’s stomach knocking him to the ground.
Rogue moved towards her downed target, sliding her rifle over her side, she pulled out a small knife that she always kept concealed. She knelt down by the slaver who was on the verge of losing consciousness.
“What the hell are you doing down here, who sent you?” Rogue pushed the knife into the gun wound of the slaver. “Who the hell sent you after the head hunter and the ghoul?"
The slaver opened his eyes and looked into Rogues, “Bitch.” He hissed at her.
Rogue silenced his abuse with a thrust of her hand into the side of the raider and twisted the blade with unusual pleasure.
She looked up to see an intersection in the tunnel ahead. No doubt where the trap was set to take place.
She un slung her rifle from around her waste and crouched down on the rubbish. Grim was some where up ahead, but slavers traps where carried out with numbers rather than precision or tactic, this wasn’t over yet. At that she heard a burst of fire up a head and the sound of another explosion. The fight raged on yet...
Up, now and moving down the tunnel, it was time to rid some more slaver dirt from this world.
Moving slowly to avoid detection, Rogue made her way following the sound of the slavers footsteps not so far ahead down the tunnel.
The slavers trace stoppen and fell silent. Leaving Rogue in the darkness, Un sure how far ahead they actually were. Could they know that they were being followed, and were laying in wait?
Not sure on what course to take, she stood, listening to the air for any sigh of what was happening in the tunnel up front.
“Fuck.” She cursed to her self, to die by the hand of slavers now would be the last straw after the past couple of day’s events.
She unhooked her rifle and took a breath as she moved step by step further up the tunnel, un aware of what was about to un fold.
As she rounded the corner of the tunnel she was met by something that she least expected.
The sound of an explosion echoed through the tunnel and the water at her knees rocked knocking her of balance down into the wastes, pulling her self to her knees, she heard the noise of more explosions banging through the pipes up ahead. “What the hell, some trap!” She thought to her self.
The shits hit the fan she thought Scrambling to her feet, she levelled her rifle and jogged forward, whilst keeping her head down.
Up ahead she could see rubbish a light from the previous explosion and the sound of gun fire rang through the air of the sewers.
As Rogue creped the final way, slowly moving forward, she could hear the voices of the slavers that had passed her previously. Un able to make out all the words, she strained to listen to the argument.
“Fuck this; I’m getting out of here!”
“You’re not going anywhere, we came here to do something...”
“But the head hunter is with the ghoul, our surprise, the trap failed...”
“I’m not risking my life to capture these fucks, when we can just kill them...”. Hissed the slaver to the other.
“We have our orders; we are to take them alive...”
Grim... Rogue smiled to her self. At least he is still alive she thought, and still fighting hard!
Creeping forwardly towards the two slavers in front of her. She raised her rifle and took aim. “Capture this, dirt.” She spat as she squeezed the trigger gently, the rifle sang as the round left the barrel striking the raider dead before he had chance to react to the noise of the gunfire.
The other slaver turned, stunned by the sudden shot, and levelled his gun only to be met by the second of Rogues rounds. The shot tore though the raider’s stomach knocking him to the ground.
Rogue moved towards her downed target, sliding her rifle over her side, she pulled out a small knife that she always kept concealed. She knelt down by the slaver who was on the verge of losing consciousness.
“What the hell are you doing down here, who sent you?” Rogue pushed the knife into the gun wound of the slaver. “Who the hell sent you after the head hunter and the ghoul?"
The slaver opened his eyes and looked into Rogues, “Bitch.” He hissed at her.
Rogue silenced his abuse with a thrust of her hand into the side of the raider and twisted the blade with unusual pleasure.
She looked up to see an intersection in the tunnel ahead. No doubt where the trap was set to take place.
She un slung her rifle from around her waste and crouched down on the rubbish. Grim was some where up ahead, but slavers traps where carried out with numbers rather than precision or tactic, this wasn’t over yet. At that she heard a burst of fire up a head and the sound of another explosion. The fight raged on yet...
Up, now and moving down the tunnel, it was time to rid some more slaver dirt from this world.