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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 13 2015, 05:27 AM Post #2101 |
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Is that so?
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It was not long before Antonio found himself outside with Brandon the interrogator and Emmett the injured. The former Antonio was now wary of and the latter should not have even been walking. Still, he knew he should not be so wary of Brandon. It was entirely possible that he had not been too hard on the man. Some people screamed over the most silly of things. And his initial feeling for the man was not one of a hardened interrogator. "I don't like any of this." Antonio made his thoughts crystal clear to the other two. "Your leader is playing with fire and his life is not the only one on the line." What Eli was doing now was how wars were started. Antonio was beginning to think that maybe this plague really was for the better. With all of the wars and violence that humanity had wrought upon itself, a restart may well be the best solution. Yet despite everything going on, humanity was still falling into the same old pitfalls right before his eyes. And he was still as powerless to stop it as he had always been. "I-" Antonio was thankfully cut short by Connor's appearance. It was for the best if he did not rant right now. If this group kept proving itself to be as violent as the others, Antonio could simply leave at any time. A luxury he found himself contemplating after only a few of days with these people. * * * * * "Trying to teach yourself how to pole dance, too?" Willow wore a heavy and strained smile. Jen could tell that she was struggling with a few things. She could tell that Willow was trying to distract herself from what had just happened. Once again, everyone else was busy except for the two of them. A recurring theme if there ever had been one. But a wise choice. Her leg would be healing even slower if she had been pushing herself too hard -- and her wound was not as bad as Willow's. "It is pretty good exercise." Jen mused as she let go of the stripper pole she had been looking over. "Or so they tell me." "Right." Willow sat down in one of the cushioned chairs. "You hanging in there?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Jen tried to reassure her quickly. "Just... conflicted. I don't want to let these guys just get away with robbing us. They didn't kill us so I guess I should be thankful, but the principle is still there. When someone cheats you, you get them back. But if 'getting them back' involves filling them all with holes, then I don't know if I can do that." "Yeah... I know." |
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| Strompy | Jul 13 2015, 06:43 AM Post #2102 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon seriously considered lying or sugar coating what had just happened. He wanted Connnor's esteem, but lying didn't seem like the way to get it. Brandon took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. They all sounded a little wrong to him. "If you mean is he dangerous; yes. Don't go near him and do not talk to him. If for whatever reason he is talking to you just try to ignore him and if he doesn't stop come and get me." Brandon told him. He didn't think that was what he meant, and he assumed Connor already knew well enough to avoid him but it was better to be sure. "If you mean is he hurt. Yes. He's a little hurt, though Emmett has it much worse right now. He got his wrist hurt when Eli disarmed him. After that I was asking him questions and he wasn't answering so I put antibacterial gel in his eye. I washed it out once he started cooperating so he's going to be fine." he explained matter-of-factly. Connor was still a kid. More importantly though he was a part of the group and Brandon felt he should be kept in the loop like everyone else. He only hoped this reaffirmed Connor's trust instead of hurting it. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 13 2015, 11:35 AM Post #2103 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Oh,” Connor said, stunned by the honesty. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the information now that he had it. He didn’t quite to know how to absorb it. Brandon’s explanation didn’t seem so bad, at least – he was picturing much worse in his mind. With a little reticence, he took his chances and moved on. “Did you, uh, did you see before?” he asked. “I killed four rotters.” He managed a small smile. |
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| Strompy | Jul 13 2015, 04:45 PM Post #2104 |
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"I did, man, that was awesome. Might not have gone our way without you honestly." Brandon saidbeaming with pride. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 14 2015, 02:00 PM Post #2105 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie was still frowning as she entered the manager’s office, and saw Gorski – bound by his feet and hands to a chair in front of the desk. When she entered, he spit out the straw from his water bottle and adopted a smile that turned her stomach. “Hello, nurse,” he said, and whistled. His smile widened. Her frown intensified. “Doctor, actually,” she said. “Oh come on, I’m just kiddin’ around,” he maintained his smile. “I mean, look at me. Gotta keep my spirits up somehow. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t even find you that attractive. I mean these days, maybe, you’re like an eight. Wind the clock back three months, though – and six. Seven, tops.” “And this is coming from a prime physical specimen like you,” she shot back, but instantly felt bad about even engaging. Gorski looked down at his gut. “You have a point,” he said. “I might have let myself go a little bit. After this, though, I’ll tell you what – no more Butterfingers for me.” Annie wasn’t charmed, not even a little. Retroactively, she was also less concerned about the earlier scream. The situation was still wrong – they should be moving on, not dragging this conflict out – but a little anti-bacterial gel in the eye didn’t seem so bad. Brandon probably let him off easy. “I’m supposed to take a look at your wrist,” she said. “And I will – if you be quiet.” “Really, Doc, you’re gonna…” Annie turned her back to him and he trailed. She took a step towards the door. “Really?” he repeated. Another step. “Fine!” She turned around. He rolled his eyes. “I’d make one of those mouth-zipper motions, but, you know,” he made a show of being unable to move his hands in the zip ties. “That sounds an awful lot like talking,” she warned him. Gorski started to open his mouth again, but stopped when Annie cocked her head expectantly. He sighed instead. That’s better, Annie thought. Finally, she got to work. * * * Wendy ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes tight. She tried to imagine, for a moment, that she was alone in the blackness. She wanted to use that alone time to think. She couldn’t manage it. Ray was complaining too loudly, too fervently. “That was a clusterfuck!” he ranted. “You said that,” Wendy replied. She kept her eyes closed. “Go ahead and say it again, though. Ten times might be the charm.” “Pete is hanging on by a thread! What if he never wakes up?” Pete was Turner’s first name, but everyone except Ray – his boyfriend – called him by his last. Earlier in the day, he had taken a bullet courtesy of that pink-haired lady with the rifle. By the time they got him back to the bar, he had lost a lot of blood and gone into shock. Leon had managed to stabilize him. Now it was a waiting game. “Are you actually asking?” Wendy replied. She kept running her hands through her hair. She was still trying to think. “And Gorski – he’s gone, probably dead,” Ray continued. Wendy took that to mean he wasn’t actually asking. “And look at me! I can barely move my arm!” Ray had also taken a slug in the chaos. His was to the shoulder, though the bullet had gone straight through without hitting any vital arteries. When he was done with Turner, Leon had patched him up as well. Along with some painkillers, he had given him a much sunnier prognosis than he gave Turner. Nearby, most of the other surviving crew members stood and fidgeted. Julien, Tina, Moe, Hudson – they had all been on the raid as well. They hadn’t gotten shot, but they all saw what went down. Wendy bet they shared Ray’s frustration. “I said look at me!” Ray expressed that frustration. “Look at me, you crazy bitch!” Wendy opened her eyes, and the hand running through her hair stopped cold. She hated that word. Not bitch. The other one. It reminded her of her bullshit therapist, of her mother, of her ex-husband, of the comments section under that blog entry about her dismissal from the Department. “I am not crazy,” she said, her voice low and calm. She turned to look at Ray, like he wanted her to. She saw some hesitation on his features, but for some reason he pushed on anyway. “You gave them back two of their bags,” he said. “You let them all live. And you didn’t even search that cholo properly. He had a gun. He shot me!” He seemed to picking up confidence and steam as he spoke. “I don’t think you’re the right person to tell us what to do anymore. I think you proved that today, when you got—” Wendy struck fast and aimed high. Her knuckles scraped against the bone under Ray’s eye, and he spun from the force. Around her, Wendy could see the faces of Hudson and Tina light up with surprise. Julien’s didn’t. He knew her better than the others. He probably saw this coming. “You bitch!” Ray yelled, stunned and angry. He lashed out with his good arm, trying to return the favour. Wendy easily ducked under his reach, then punched him again – this time in the shoulder, right where his wound dressing was. He cried out like a banshee. Wendy pushed Ray with both hands, and he fell over onto his back. She caught a glimpse of Hudson. He was moving to intervene. Julien stepped in his way. “I!” Wendy said, as she delivered a kick into the fallen Ray’s ribs. “Am! Not! Crazy!” She kicked him three more times, once to emphasise each word. He grunted from the pain of the impact. After the fourth and final kick, he curled up and clutched the part of his side where a nasty bruise would soon form. Wendy violently brushed the black hair out of her eyes. She turned around and faced the others. “You want to know what we’re gonna do about this, right?” she asked. Everyone looked from Ray to her. “Here’s what we’re gonna do – we’re gonna pay them back. What they did to Turner, whatever they’re doing to Gorski – we’re gonna do it to them, 10 times over, and we’re not going to lose anyone else doing it. I told you all from the start nobody’s gonna fuck with us. I meant it. Understood?” “Understood,” Julien was the first to respond. He stared straight at her. “Understood,” Tina agreed. She bit her lip as she looked at Ray on the ground, groaning, but said nothing. Hudson and Moe both nodded. Wendy quickly did the math. Their prey had eight people. Moe shot one of them already, another one was just a kid, and one of them was a priest – judging by the preaching he was doing, he wasn’t just dressed like one. That left five contenders. She had them outnumbered. Even with Turner out of commission, and Ray too, probably, she still had herself, Julien, Tina, Hudson and Moe the sharpshooter – plus Hector, who was keeping watch on the rooftop right now but would suit up and roll out if she asked him to. That wasn’t even counting Leon, she realized. He had been a paramedic before all this. By his own admission, he was something of a burnout and had been essentially working as just a driver by the end of his career, doing patient transfers for doctors’ offices and retirement homes. He had done an admirable job keeping Wendy’s people in one piece anyway, and had also proven himself handy with a gun. He too could be counted on to fight back. “Get your guns,” she instructed. “We’re leaving right—” POP! She was cut off by a familiar sounding gunshot. She grabbed her Beretta from the nearby bar and rushed outside. Julien and Tina similarly rushed to follow. “What’s going on?” she called up to Hector on his perch, just as soon as she cleared the bar door. “A bald dude in a convertible,” Hector yelled back. “I didn’t get a good look. He’s gone now.” A bald dude. No wonder he had taken a shot. Wendy and the others had told Hector and Leon all about Eli and his crew when they returned with their injured. She had instructed Hector to stay on high alert. “Did you get him?” she asked. “Naw, he was here and then he wasn’t,” Hector said back. “He drove by, pushed a shopping cart, and then drove off.” Wendy narrowed her eyes at the shopping cart line. Her eyes scanned for it and she could see it rolled to a stop a little ways down the street, by one of their many roamer traps. What’s this dude playing at? she wondered. “You see what’s inside in the cart?” She looked up at Hector. He looked away from her and through the scope of his rifle. “Looks like…” he said, adjusting his view. “Looks like a radio.” * * * It was pure luck that Eli found an early-90s convertible in the nearby automobile auction lot. Newer models had done a lot to hide the wiring or outfit the steering column with safety measures that made hot-wiring difficult, but with an older car like that one it was just a matter of knowing the steps and having the right tools – which Eli did. The tools, at least, had been retained in his bag, which Wendy had let him keep. Foolishly, it turned out, though he didn’t think to feel bad about exploiting her mercy. Once he had the wheels, it was a half-hour drive through Lincoln to the site of Wendy’s hideout. Eli drove it cautiously, half-expecting a trap every time he turned a corner. Gorski’s directions proved honest, however, and Eli made the trek without too much difficulty. Even rotters didn’t present a problem. There were more of them lying flat on the street corners, unmoving, than there were on their feet. Wendy and her crew’s doing, most likely. Once he had arrived close enough to his destination, the shopping cart was improvised. He spotted one in an alley a few blocks down, and seized the opportunity. He noted the signage for the bar Gorski mentioned, and then let the cart deliver the radio the rest of the way. Judging by the gunshot that rang out a moment after that – powerful enough to poke a hole through a car door – Eli figured he made a decent choice. The shopping cart was long gone now, and so was the convertible – ditched roughly a mile from the strip club. The roar of its engine was inconvenient, and Eli didn’t want to draw any more rotters to their base than he had to. Of course, the base was behind them too. By the time Eli had returned, Brandon, Antonio and Emmett had procured a white delivery van. They also had the buen padre’s truck on a jack and were in the midst of removing the dead tires. Emmett looked like he was struggling, but his wound was dressed and he wouldn’t be dissuaded, so Eli left him to it. While they worked on changing the tires, Eli and the others looted what they could from the club and packed it in the van. Many of them were packed in that van now, as it rolled through the north end of Lincoln. Willow was behind the wheel, following Eli’s directions. Jen was in the passenger’s seat. Brandon, Emmett, and Eli himself were in the back, sitting on benches across from and next to Gorski – who was unbound now, but sporting a wrist splint Annie made from a wooden spoon and medical tape. He was sweating despite the cold. Antonio trailed them in his newly repaired truck, with Annie and Connor as his passengers. Eli had suggested the seating arrangements. He wanted those three away from the prisoner, and from what may need to be done to him. “Stop here,” Eli tapped on the glass partition between him and Willow. Through that partition, he could see out the windshield at surroundings he recognized from earlier in the day. They were close to Wendy’s hideout now. They were within radio distance. “Aw, road trip over already?” Gorski piped up. Eli ignored the remark and turned to Brandon. “Gag him,” he instructed. “I don’t want him talking over this next part.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 14 2015, 02:45 PM Post #2106 |
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Is that so?
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Despite stopping the van, Willow was too tense to let her guard down. They were close enough to Wendy and her crew to get a radio signal now, but that was based off the assumption that they had not moved. Or were not currently on the move. Willow was checking out rooftops and nearby streets, but she couldn't see anything moving save for only a small handful of rotters. Most of them were dead, which only proved that Willow's concerns were legitimate. But she had agreed to see this through. They were going to try a trade first. And then when that inevitably failed, nobody else would have time to argue with killing them because the gunfight would decide for them. Willow was beginning to think that Eli probably knew that too. "See anything?" Willow asked quietly. "Nope." Jen replied. "Let's just hope these people are fine with a trade." Willow already knew that this trade wasn't going to be successful. Nothing out here ever went according to plan. There was still time for Jen the learn that. * * * * * Antonio had spent much of the trip silently praying to himself. He still did not agree with this whole operation, but he hoped and prayed that there would at least be a peaceful resolution to it. This world had seen too much bloodshed already, and Antonio sometimes felt like he was the only one trying to stop it. Though Annie had proven that she felt similarly to him. It felt good to have affirmation in these dark times. "Have you ever considered yourself a religious woman, Annie?" He decided to break the silence. "I won't be offended if you say no. I just think we could use all the prayers we could get right now." |
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| Strompy | Jul 14 2015, 08:25 PM Post #2107 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was more than happy to comply with Eli's suggestion. He felt he'd be doing Wendy's people a favor too if he just cut Tom's tongue out. He'd fashioned himself a nasty little knife out of broken glass and duct tape. It would be useless against rotters but he could easily slit somebody's throat with it. He'd seen the need for a gag before they left the club. The managers office was just full of surprises. Evidently they weren't very professional as among the other items he also found a ball gag which he pulled out with a smile. Tom was at least compliant as he put it on him. Brandon wasn't sure about bringing Tom along, he much prefered leaving him behind at the club and telling Wendy where to find him after they'd got the van and all their stuff back and done a thorough check of both to ensure they weren't fucking with them by removing the firing pins from their guns, giving them unloaded weapons or sabotaging the van. They were going to give everything they took as they took it or they weren't getting their friend back ever and Brandon would make it his personal mission to kill them all one by one after the cure was delivered. Wendy would want some assurance that Tom was alive naturally so they had to bring him despite the danger he still posed. "So what are we telling them? One person drives the van out to a location we choose, somewhere nice and open where they can't have anybody hiding nearby, where we'll anybody who's following them? We take the van, check it, check all our stuff to make sure they're screwing with us and then give them Tom's location once we're safely away?" Brandon asked Eli. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 15 2015, 12:39 AM Post #2108 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“We’ll see,” Eli said, and left his answer at that. Across from him, Gorski was calmly giving him an annoyed look, not bothering to struggle under the gag. Eli stared back at him coldly as he picked up the radio and pressed down the button. “Hey,” he said simply. Again, he left it at that. He waited for several long moments to pass before the radio crackled to life in response. “That you, soldier?” Wendy’s voice was clouded by static but would still be unmistakable, even if she hadn’t used the same nickname she gave him back on the highway outside Waverly. “Was wondering when I’d hear from you.” “You can stop wondering,” Eli said, leaning into the walkie-talkie. “You know why I’m reaching out?” “I think I could come up with a good guess,” she replied. “But why don’t you go ahead and enlighten me anyway?” “Your man. Tom, Gorski – whatever you want to call him.” “You have him?” “Yes.” “And I have your stuff.” “Yes.” There was a long silence after that. Eli didn’t look away from Gorski. He could tell the man was getting unsettled by the eye contact. “You know, I thought I treated you fairly,” Wendy replied, finally. “Didn’t take what you couldn’t afford to lose. Didn’t kill anyone, even when I had every chance to. I think I’m finally getting it – I’m too much of a sweetheart for my own good.” “You want to treat me fairly, putting a gun in my face and stealing from me is not a good way to start,” Eli responded back. “Doesn’t matter now, anyway. All that matters is if you want your boy back or not.” “That guy your girl shot – the one she got through the gut, remember him? Doesn’t look like he’s gonna make it. I spare all of yours, you take out one of mine. That seem right to you?” “I asked you a question.” “Did you?” Eli narrowed his eyes. Impatience was creeping up on him. “Do you want Tom back or not?” “Maybe I don’t,” Wendy said. “Maybe I want something else a little more.” Eli was sure she was posturing. Even if she did want vengeance more than the safe return of their hostage, she’d need to find them first. Without Gorski and this possibility of a trade, she must have known how little a chance she had of doing that. “That’s your call,” he said into the mic. A few moments passed. Eli was too confident to be unnerved. “How do I even know Gorski’s still alive?” Eli nodded to nobody in particular. His eyes softened from the satisfaction of being right. He kept his hand off the button and gestured to the gag in Gorski’s mouth. “You know what’ll happen if you say anything even a little stupid?” he asked the chubby bearded man directly. Gorski didn’t respond. Eli kept his hand off the button. He turned to Brandon, who was sitting beside the captive. “Brandon, tell the man what’ll happen if he says anything even a little stupid.” * * * Annie was frowning from the circumstances. She didn’t stop when Antonio asked his question, even though she tried to give a light answer. “I’m an M.D., Father, and you know us,” she said. “We think we are God.” She sighed immediately. Even she wasn’t in the mood for her jokes, which were always the kind used to placidly charm parents and former patients. “But feel free,” she added genuinely. “I won’t object.” |
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| Strompy | Jul 15 2015, 01:07 AM Post #2109 |
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"I'm going to stick the dildo down your throat and asphyxiate you with it and then pull your pants down." Brandon informed him in a business like tone. They were into it now. There was no bluffing. They had to mean everything they said. He was willing to kill this man with a big glittery dildo and feel whatever he was going to feel after. "You don't want anybody finding you like that right?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 15 2015, 01:52 AM Post #2110 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli blinked. He did not see that particular threat coming. He recovered quickly, though, and gestured for Brandon to remove the gag. Once it was gone, Gorski glared back at the both of them – if he had the urge to make a retort, he supressed it. Eli held the radio out to him and pressed down the button. “I’m still alive,” Gorski said, slowly. Eli released the button then, and nodded at the man. Good job, he mouthed. Gorski kept glaring back. Eli glanced back to Brandon, and waved him off before he could apply the gag again. Gorski had earned not having to put that back in his mouth, Eli figured. “Now you know,” he said, pressing the button and leaning back against the walls of the van. “What do you want to do about it?” “I suppose you want to make an exchange,” Wendy’s voice crackled once again. “Your things for Gorski’s safe return.” “You suppose right,” Eli replied. “Fine,” Wendy said. The word was music to Eli’s ears. “But I have some conditions.” Eli remembered Brandon’s suggested ones from a moment ago – they drop the van off somewhere out in the open, and once they confirm everything’s inside, they let Gorski go. He didn’t think Wendy would go for that. He didn’t even think getting Gorski back was her main objective. That was okay. “Go,” he said. “You show up with Gorski, we show up with your van,” she said. There was a beep. Eli quickly cut in. “And everything that was inside it,” he insisted. “That’s right, and everything inside it,” Wendy said. “But I need some assurances.” “Like what?” “Like you’re not gonna open up on us on the way out again. So I need to pick the place, and we need to agree on some ground rules. For example, I don’t wanna see more than two people. In return, I promise you won’t see more than two of us. And we all come unarmed, you, me, our seconds – all of us.” Eli pretended to think it over. “Fine.” “You do know unarmed means, don’t you? ‘Cause last time, I recall there being some confusion.” “You have my word, and my permission to search me.” “Oh believe me, soldier, I’m gonna search you.” “What else?” “Nothing else,” Wendy answered. “If Gorski’s in one piece, we hand over the keys to the van, you leave, we leave – and we never see each other again. Ever. Or things get complicated.” “Sounds good to me,” Eli said. “You said you wanted to pick the place.” Wendy took almost a full minute to answer. Eli didn’t know what the hold-up was, but he didn’t look away from the radio. “There’s an above-ground parking garage about 30 miles south of where you dropped off this lovely phone-substitute,” Wendy finally said. “It’s one of the bigger buildings in this shitbox, you can’t miss it. Meet us there.” “Okay.” “And Eli?” There was a beep. He waited for her to continue. “I want to get this over with. Be there in two hours.” “See you then.” He dropped the radio on the seat, and looked up at Gorski across from him. They had a clock now. They had to move fast. “Gosh, you sounded like old friends,” Gorski deadpanned. “You remember what Brandon told you?” Eli shot back quickly. Gorski frowned and nodded. “Good. And that parking garage – it’s where she said it is?” Gorski kept frowning and nodded again. “Good,” Eli repeated, and nodded back – to himself, like he tended to do. He picked up the radio and stood up. He headed for the back of the van. When he appeared in the sunlight, he blinked and focused on Antonio. It looked like he was praying behind the wheel of his truck. Eli didn’t feel bad about interrupting. “Padre!” he called out, and pointed urgently in his direction. “Need your help. We need that bike out of the truck, right now.” The bike in question belonged to Wendy’s crew – the one Willow hadn’t destroyed in the process of capturing Gorski. Eli had insisted on loading it up, he had a feeling it was going to come in handy. He didn’t realize it would be so soon, but he wasn’t surprised. “Come on,” he repeated, as he circled to the back of the truck himself. There really was no time to waste. |
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| Strompy | Jul 15 2015, 02:18 AM Post #2111 |
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"They are not going to keep their word. They're planning to kill us out of spite aren't they, Tom? Those guns won't be loaded, or they'll be sabotaged, all of her pals will show up and we'll defenseless. They'll probably shoot right through Tom here if they have to." Brandon thought out loud with a chuckle. He was very calm despite the situation. He marched behind Tom as he followed Eli, a firm grip on the back of the man's neck. "We should probably talk about how we're going to deal with that. Again, Tom it's in your best interest to help us figure that out because if there is shooting, I'll slit your throat before I go down if they don't shoot you first. Are there any good vantage points where she'd put that sharpshooter? I think we find them, kill them quiet take their gun and blow Wendy's brains out. Emmett might not be up to that at the moment but I could do it, in which case I'd actually be blowing your head off not slitting your throat." he continued from one thought to the next. "Or since she WILL have backup, we hit that bar. It'll be lightly defended if at all. Take what we find and kill them when they come back. I don't see this ending anyway but bloody. They started this, it should be them that dies. Oh and don't worry Tom, if things go all our way you still get to live since you held up your end." he said spinning his glass shiv in his hand. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 15 2015, 03:06 AM Post #2112 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio finished the last few words of his prayer before wordlessly jumping out of the truck at Eli's command. He overheard Brandon's speech to Gorski and found himself cringing at the casual references of murder. He tried to put it in the back of his head as he made his way to the back of the truck where they had the motorcycle tied down. Tied down very loosely; just enough to stop it from rattling all over. It was all they had. It didn't take any more than a minute to get the bike loose and off the bed of the truck though. "Perhaps it would be best if I went with you." Antonio suggested to Eli and Brandon both. "If things get tense, it might be best to have someone with you who wants to keep the peace." |
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| Strompy | Jul 15 2015, 03:14 AM Post #2113 |
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"Deal. You and Eli make it seem like we're suicidally stupid while I go murder the shit out of their shooter and then blow their fucking brains out when they innevitably try to fuck us." Brandon said brusquely. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 15 2015, 03:52 AM Post #2114 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Brandon!” Annie’s voice rang out shrilly, like an angry bell, just as soon as the young man was done talking. Eli glanced at her, and was surprised by the outrage – and the disappointment, almost – in her face. Connor was nearby, still in the truck. He was looking meekly away. Eli guessed it wasn’t just the foul language that had worked her up. It was probably the violent notions. The “murder the shit out of” and “blow their fucking brains out” parts of his little speech. Those notions evoked an opposite response in Eli, meanwhile. They reassured him. Annie didn’t say anything else, and Eli didn’t have the time to entertain her outrage, so he turned and addressed Brandon and Antonio. “No deal,” he insisted right away. “Brandon, I need you with me.” Brandon was on the right track, but having Antonio with him – to ‘keep the peace’ or whatever else he wanted to call it – was a bad idea. It was far too late for that. The good father would just get in the way. If the worst came to worst, Eli wanted Brandon by his side. He was the toughest member of the crew still in one piece, at least with Emmett so recently in stitches. And Eli had seen firsthand multiple times how fiercely he could do battle when his back was against the wall. Of course, Eli didn’t intend to get backed up against a wall. Brandon’s presence would just be a necessary precaution, just in case the real plan fell through. And Brandon had some interesting ideas about what that plan could be. The bar, for example. Taking it while Wendy and her crew were gone was a bold move, and Eli could see himself getting on board if they had just a bit more intel. Currently, however, there were too many variables. What if was better defended then they assumed? What if Wendy and her crew just decided to skip town if Eli didn’t show up to the exchange? It was too risky. Eli did not want to end this conflict in another gunfight. The only objective that trumped getting that van back was keeping everyone safe. They needed to do this quickly and surgically. “Tom – I believe my friend asked you a question,” he turned sharply to the hostage Brandon was dragging along. Gorski looked legitimately lost. “You guys are talkin’ so fuckin’ fast, I don’t remember what it was.” “Vantage points,” Eli said harshly. “You know this garage. Is there a spot Wendy’s gonna put a rifle on?” “Jesus, I don’t know.” Eli pushed him up against the truck suddenly. He leaned down and got in his face. He put a hand threateningly on his splinted wrist. “If you’re thinking about stalling…” “Goddamnit, I’m not!” Gorski protested. “Okay, yeah, there are a couple places she could put Moe. But fuck, I dunno where – I’m not in her fucking head. And thank God, cause she’s fuckin’ nuts.” Eli backed away from him, leaving him splayed out on the hood of the car. Nearby, the motorcycle was on its stand, ready to go. Emmett had followed them out of the truck at that point. He was standing stone-faced and watching the exchange. “Brandon’s right, if they’re setting us up we need to know about it,” Eli announced. He looked at the big man with the beard and the newly short hair as he spoke. “Which means we need to get there first. We need to be there now. Emmett, can you…” “I can do it,” he announced right back in his low rumble. “I’m going.” He started marching towards the bike. His face was a familiar expression of stoic determination. “Emmett, what are you thinking?” Annie spoke again. “What are any of you thinking?” “We’ll talk about this later,” Eli dismissed her, as he stepped out of Emmett’s way. “Right now we gotta move.” “No, we’ll talk about this now!” Annie took a step forward, not willing to back down. “Emmett is in no condition – Emmett, you’re in no condition to ride that thing!” “I can do it,” Emmett repeated as he climbed on board. He kicked away the kickstand. Vroom! He revved the engine. He started inching the bike forward, ready to take off in a tear like Eli knew he had done in the past, before and after the rotter apocalypse. And then he fell off. The bike fell over on top of him. “Gah!” his cry was pained and guttural, like an animal. Eli surged forward, removing the bike out from under him. Beside him, Annie surged as well, to check his dressings. “Are you…” Eli tried to ask. “I’m fine,” Emmett growled back immediately. Though when Annie unzipped his jacket, Eli could see his dressing was damp with red. He clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Eli looked around, desperate. His eyes settled on someone unlikely – Jen. “Jen!” he said. “Didn’t you say you ride?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 15 2015, 04:02 AM Post #2115 |
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Is that so?
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"Yeah, I can ride." Jen responded without thinking. When the commotion and yelling had started, Jen had gotten out of the truck to see what the hell was going on. And before she could even get a firm grasp on the situation, Emmett was trying to ride off on the motorcycle they snatched. Although he was doing well for a guy that had been shot with a sniper rifle earlier that day, the end result was unavoidable. It was clear that Emmett was not riding anywhere right now. When all eyes fell on her, she answered out of instinct more than anything else. She had no idea what, exactly, she was signing herself up for. "Just tell me what I need to do." The confidence she spoke with wasn't entirely real, but she made it feel real. Even if she didn't know exactly what Eli had in mind, she was the only person that they could rely on. And Jen was someone whose pride wouldn't let her back down from something like that. |
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