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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 12 2015, 04:43 AM Post #3301 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank was aghast at the news that Nolan had been killed, and by Lowell’s hand. He already felt immense guilt for bringing Lowell here and even for the residual gratitude he still had towards him. And that was all because of something he tried to do but failed. Now he had gone even further, ended the life of a good person that Hank liked and that others loved. If the circumstances were different, he might have put his head between his knees. But his family was missing. As difficult as it was, he knew he had to put his bad feelings aside and concentrate. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, as he passed Antonio and Brandon and made his way into the makeshift armory. He did as Brandon suggested. He found and equipped a pistol – a Beretta M9 – as well as an assault rifle. Nearby, Andy had similarly moved past the bad news. Hank emerged from the weapons room in time to see the big man nod at Brandon’s order. “I’ll get him,” Andysaid, then turned to Emily. “Come on. You’re right; his friends are probably going to be here soon.” * * * Annie nodded. Then, in case Willow couldn’t see her – “Yes,” she said. “We’re on a train. I don’t know why.” “Wait, Willow?” Riley’s voice piped up, obviously as confused and alarmed as the rest of them. “What’s she – what are you doing here? What’s going on?” * * * Patrick was still out cold when Andy and Emily returned to the lobby. They placed his unconscious form on the reception desk, and – along with Hank – they turned to Brandon. “Now what?” Hank was the one to ask. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 12 2015, 05:17 AM Post #3302 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio didn't like all of this sitting around. They had been attacked! They were in the middle of enemy territory and weren't even trying to hide. A strategy meeting might have been fine in a secluded room somewhere, but this was the lobby and entrance of the hotel that everybody knew they were in. The fact that nobody had come in yet was a miracle. If they didn't get out of here soon, then more might die. No, no, it's alright, calm down, Antonio. The Catholic priest ran a hand over his eyes and down his cheek. I need to stay calm here. * * * * * Willow placed a hand over her heart. It was still pounding desperately. But knowing where she was and having at least a few other familiar faces at least got her thinking somewhat clearly again. She had overcome this anxiety before -- she knew she could control it if she just concentrated and thought logically about her situation. They were in the train, that meant that Leonora wanted them alive. That was good. In that case, they were in no immediate danger. She didn't know what awaited them at their destination, but the train wasn't even moving yet so they still had time to think of something. Knowing all that, her heartbeat started to slow down. Her body calmed down. They were in danger, yes. But they had been in worse danger before. "Thanks, Doc." Willow exhaled slowly and whispered to Annie. "I-I think I'm okay now." Then she realized that she hadn't quite answered Riley's question yet. "Leonora drugged me while I was talking to her." Willow rubbed the injection site on her neck. "I woke up just a few minutes ago. You didn't happen to see Emmett or anyone else on your way here though, did you?" |
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| Strompy | Nov 12 2015, 11:05 AM Post #3303 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Is the RV nearby? We need him loaded up, and then we need to move it, but not leave. not yet. When they see the RV is gone they'll assume we've run. Now that we've killed a few of them they'll be pissed off, acting impulsively. They might chase after us which will buy us some time and breathing room. If they do then they won't go far or for very long, so we won't have much time. Two of us keep the RV running nearby while the rest us move on Leonora. Once we get her, then we leave, hopefully without incident, and start planning an exchange or an attack as the outcome decides. He also needs to be better restrained. Where's the rope?" Brandon said as he walked toward the door. "I've got something better than rope." Emily said as she produced two syringes from her pocket, one for Patrick and one for Leonora. Perfect. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 13 2015, 01:04 AM Post #3304 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank nodded along with hesitation. Brandon’s plan seemed rational enough, even if it left a lot to chance. Of course, he had to admit they were flying blind here – there might not be a plan in the world that wouldn’t require some good luck. Then there was the idea of fighting people – it still scared the hell out of him. Not that he wouldn’t do it. They had his family, after all. “Okay – the RV’s in the vehicle bay,” Hank said. “I don’t know if it’s guarded or not.” He glanced warily at Patrick. “And are you sure we need him?” |
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| Strompy | Nov 13 2015, 01:49 AM Post #3305 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily injected one of the syringes into Patrick's buttock and waited a moment to see if he would start foaming at the mouth. When he didn't she gave an almost disappointed look. Not poison at keast. "We might if we can't get to Leonora or she isn't feeling talkative. We need information, and an extra hostage is a good thing. I can get information from them easily if we have both, if not though I can make do with just him." Brandon said as he poked his head out the door. The streets were clear near them for the moment. If there were guards at the vehicle bay they'd at least have the drop on them, and now they had their weapons back it was a level playing field. Leonora and her people weren't done paying for their mistake. If they had just let them go on their way none of this would be happening. Brandon wished they'd been more insistent on leaving. Why didn't they just go? On foot if need be. They could be away from all this and Nolan would still be with them. Brandon bit his lip to stop it from shaking and forced the guilt aside as he brought his carbine up and lead the way out of the hotel. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 13 2015, 06:39 AM Post #3306 |
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Is that so?
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"I doubt Leonora will cooperate on account of Patrick alone." Antonio warned gently. Cults were nothing new to him. But the cult leaders rarely had any respect or appreciation for those underneath them, despite how they acted. She wouldn't cooperate; Patrick probably wouldn't even let her cooperate. And even if he did talk, there was no guarantee anything he said would be accurate information. All that bringing him along would entail would be another threat for them to have to keep their eyes on. "He is dangerous, strong, unpredictable, and a good liar." The metallic taste of his own blood was still strong thanks to the tooth the cultist had punched out -- Antonio spat out another globule because of it. "Are you sure bringing him along is a good idea?" |
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| Strompy | Nov 13 2015, 06:41 AM Post #3307 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Once we have Leonora, Patrick will sing. I'll make sure he's straight with me." Brandon explained. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 13 2015, 10:00 PM Post #3308 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Riley shook her head. From what little Annie could see of her face in the dark, it seemed like the true horror of the situation was dawning on her. “I didn’t see anybody,” Riley said. “I don’t understand. I don’t – why are they doing this to us?” Annie wished she had an answer for her. * * * “God, this guy was heavy,” a voice complained. “Brother Kevin,” another voice said, his tone chastising. “If Mother Leonora heard you speaking like that…” “You’re right,” Brother Kevin agreed. “Apologies.” Emmett’s eyes opened slowly, revealing a blurry world. He blinked once, twice, three times, and things became clearer. He was in a drab office. He was on the ground. His nose was on the hardwood floor. He felt dizzy. “The guy can hit, too,” it was Brother Kevin again. “Feel like I just played rugby again.” “Tell that to Brother Gregory,” the other one said. “He got the worst of it.” “I know,” Brother Kevin responded. “Let’s just… finish this.” Emmett let his head roll to the other side and looked backwards. The movement made him a little dizzier, but he got a glimpse of the two figures towering above him. There was the big guy he tackled back in Leonora’s office – Brother Kevin, from the sounds of it. Then there was his friend, also from the office. He had a pistol in his hand and seemed to have just finished screwing on a cylindrical suppressor. “Sounds good to me,” he said. He lowered the gun at Emmett’s prone form. Emmett rolled over, raised his knee, then struck him swiftly and powerfully in the shin. He heard a sickening crack and saw the man’s foot bend backwards in a way that should have been impossible. He cried out and collapsed forward. Brother Kevin’s shock lasted a second, then he drew his own gun, not bothering with the silencer. Emmett sat up, ignoring as best he could the next wave of dizziness that threatened to stop him. He caught the skinnier soldier as he was falling. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Brother Kevin let off three rushed shots, each thudding into the back of his friend, who Emmett had positioned in the way. He let out a pained gasp with every impact. Emmett let himself fall backwards, still holding the dizziness at bay. His meat-shield lay on top of him. A horrified looking Brother Kevin tried to get a better shot. POP! POP! POP! Emmett recovered the silenced pistol before he could, and raised it from the floor. Brother Kevin let out his own trio of pained gasps before falling backwards into the wall. Emmett grimaced, then forcefully shrugged the skinnier brother off him. He heard Brother Kevin groan, saw his hand weakly fumbling for the gun he dropped when he fell over. POP! POP! Emmett stood up and finished him off. For good. POP! He turned and did the same for the other one. As his adrenaline died down, he felt a wetness on his stomach. He unzipped his jacket, lifted his shirt, and looked down at his stitches. They had opened up. Again. Of course. He let himself collapse against a wall. * * * Leonora was not pleased. “I’m sorry, Mother,” Martin said. He sounded the epitome of genuine. She knew he couldn’t stand to see her upset. There was no avoiding it now, however. Word had gotten back from the prison. Lowell and Eli were gone – truly gone. And they had taken far too many of her children with them. And even if Leonora could retrieve the truck they stole and bring the escapees to justice, her children were beyond recovery. Then there were the collections – they also seemed to have gone disastrously. She hadn’t heard back from Brothers Steven and Elon. Nor had she heard back from Brother Patrick. If they had successfully apprehended their targets, she would know it by now. She had no choice but to assume that they were gone as well. The thought devastated her. So many noble souls snuffed out in one day. So many children lost. “Is there any word from your brothers in Evanston?” she asked, not meeting his gaze, instead staring at her desk. “Not yet,” Martin answered. “Go,” she ordered. “Bring a radio. Keep going until you can contact them and bring them back. We will need all hands on deck for the foreseeable future.” Martin hesitated. “I should be by your side,” he said. She looked up. “Are you defying my command?” Martin looked horrified. He shook his head. “No, Mother, of course not. I would never.” “Then go,” she said. He nodded. “I’ll return soon,” he promised, then turned and left her office. It’s for his own good – she knew that to be true. Things are going to get worse here before they get better. Best he be clear of it. She looked up at another one of her children – Brother Warren, one of several still crowded into her small office. “Do we know where the rest of our guests are?” For the first time, she used the word ‘guest’ with disdain. Brother Warren nodded. “We believe they’re still at the hotel. We don’t know what they’re planning.” Leonora shook her head sadly. “It doesn’t matter. The time for patience has concluded. They have slapped the Lord’s helping hand away. They are beyond salvation. Do you understand?” Brother Warren nodded once again. “Good,” Leonora said. “Rally some of your brothers and liberate their souls. Like you would any fallen.” Brother Warren nodded one more time, then then glanced around at his brothers in the room. He led them all out. Leonora followed the last one to do the door of her office and shut it behind them. When she had her privacy again, she returned to the intercom on her desk. She pressed a button. “Mother?” Gregory’s voice greeted her. “Go,” Leonora said sadly. There was a pause. “Are you sure, Mother?” Gregory asked. “There are many seats yet to be filled.” Leonora frowned – he was the second of her children to question her orders in the last few minutes. “Nobody else is coming,” she said, annoyed. “Start the train.” There was another pause. “I understand,” Gregory said. “May the light of the new dawn shine upon you.” “And you,” Leonora said. She pressed the button, ending the conversation. * * * From outside, Hank heard a loud ringing, a loud whistle of air, and a loud rumble. The rumble grew more ferocious with every passing second. “Do you guys… do you hear that?” he looked around. He didn’t think his panic could get any worse – and yet… “Is that the train?” he asked, as soon as he realized what he was hearing. “What the hell is…” Again, he figured his panic had reached a maximum – but then… “Look!” Andy interrupted. Andy had the out-cold Patrick slumped over his shoulder. He immediately dropped him and raised the AR-15 he had claimed. Hank followed his aim down the street, and saw the half-dozen men advancing on their position. The half-dozen men looked right back at them, realizing they’d been spotted. Hank gulped. He didn’t bother thinking his panic again that his panic couldn’t get any worse. He knew it was about to. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 14 2015, 12:23 AM Post #3309 |
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No sooner had Willow crawled back to her feet then was the train starting up. The young woman's blood ran ice cold. Another wave of panic struck at her heart and threatened to cripple her all over again, but this time she managed to control it and suppress the urge. She hadn't gotten this far by giving up. All she had to do was flip on the badass switch inside of her that Brandon always told her about. And then she could do anything. "We need to get outta here." She hobbled around the others and toward the door that Riley and the others had been shoved in through -- or at least the wall of the train where the door had been. She placed her hands against the cold metal wall and felt around for a lever or a switch or something they could use to get out of here. * * * * * Antonio groaned audibly when he peered outside and caught a glimpse of the armed men coming their way. "This is exactly why I said we had to move fast." He glanced in Brandon's direction. "What's the plan now?" |
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| Strompy | Nov 14 2015, 12:43 AM Post #3310 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Fuck." Brandon muttered as he realized they'd been made. There was nothing for it now. They knew they were there. These men had to die or be forced to retreat. Those men were more exposed outside then they were inside, in direct light that made seeing their movements easy. The ample cover and lower light inside would make brandon and the others harder targets. The group had the advantage but they needed to move or they'd be overwhelmed by Leonora's people eventually. Brandon was the first to open fire as the men scurried for cover, hitting one of them in the leg as ducked behind a car. Emily followed his lead with the BAR, opening a terrifying torrent of bullets, the loud and rapid fire likely enough to put the fear of God in them as she hosed their postions. "You take them back and out the garage, Emily and I can hold the lobby. You see anyone that's not one of ours, shoot on sight, don't hesitate." Brandon shouted back to Antonio. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 14 2015, 01:03 AM Post #3311 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie was also highly alarmed by the growing noise coming from the train, so she followed Willow’s lead. She had to do something. She frantically started palming the walls, looking for something, anything that could lead to an escape. “She’s right,” Annie said, forcing herself to keep calm. “Come on, Riley, Ruby – look.” Both of the redheads were still confused and frightened, but Riley managed to put CJ down nearby and join the search anyway. Her niece followed suit. Come on, come on, come on, Annie pleaded to herself. Then she felt the train begin to move. * * * “I’m a good shot!” Connor yelled after Brandon shouted his instructions. “I can…” He let himself trail off and frowned deeply. He realized that protesting would be pointless. Brandon wasn’t going to change his mind. He tightened his fist around the handle of his in frustration, but still went ahead and followed Antonio back inside the hotel. He heard return gunfire ring out behind him – such a familiar sound now, after everything he had been through. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 14 2015, 03:30 AM Post #3312 |
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As gunfire started ringing out behind them, Antonio only looked behind him to make sure that Connor, Hank and Andy was still following. Though the two adults hardly needed coaxing, Connor had done so more reluctantly. He knew Connor could be headstrong at times, but he was glad that he could see the gravity of the situation they were in. Cooperation was important now more than ever. The priest gripped his shotgun tightly in his hands as they weaved toward the back of the hotel with him on point. He tensed as he approached every corner at the possibility that an enemy could be in wait around it. But no enemy every appeared; the hallways were eerily empty. Though he supposed if anyone had been back here before, they would be drawn toward the gunfire in the lobby. He hoped now more than ever that they had been alone in the building. Eventually he reached a fire exit that led them behind the hotel. "Which way to your RV?" He asked Hank. * * * * * "No no no!" Willow slammed against the wall of the train car. "Let us out!" She knew it wasn't going to work. But she couldn't find anything and she didn't have any other ideas. More than anything, it was an excuse to hit something and scream loudly. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 14 2015, 03:37 AM Post #3313 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank thought quickly back to when he and his family were escorted to their interview. Gregory had been their guide, and he had pointed out the vehicle bay while they walked. After a moment, Hank remembered where he had pointed. “This way,” he said. Gunfire continued blasting in the streets. Hank kept glancing nervously in the direction they came. Andy was repeatedly looking back as well, and after his third or fourth glance, he stopped in place. “You guys go,” he said suddenly. “Do the plan. I’ll meet up with you after we get Leonora.” Hank wanted to protest, but he couldn’t immediately justify why. He knew in his head that Brandon and Emily needed the back-up more than he and Antonio did. He had to let his friend do the right thing. “You better,” he said. Andy readied his Mossberg 500 and headed in the direction of the gunfire. Hank glanced over his shoulder a few more times at him, even as he led the way in a different direction, towards the vehicle bay. * * * “I can’t find anything!” Riley said as she scrambled about the compartment. Neither could Annie – and it seemed Ruby and Willow weren’t having any better luck. She could feel the train picking up speed as it left the station. She tried to maintain her composure, but she knew if there was a time to freak out, it was now. |
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| Strompy | Nov 15 2015, 04:20 AM Post #3314 |
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The BAR continued to bark and bite the enemy as they clung desperately to what cover they could find. One brave soul made a dash for a better position but unfortunately for him Brandon was just fast enough to catch him in the abdomen with his carbine. Between Emily's relentless punishment with the BAR and Brandon's surgical shooting thatwas one if them wounded and one dead ir dying. Emily reported a hit but it was unconfirmed. They must have been thinking about retreat by now. Two of their number had disappeared in the chaos though, either they were suddenly siezed by common sense or more likely they had gone around the back of the hotel to try and attack from behind. Emily informed him she was reloading and he took up covering the street. "Last mag for this thing." she told him. Their biggest most intimidating gun wad nearly out. To make matters worse, Brandon was starting to feel very light headed, his racing heart didn't do anything to help, it just made him lose blood faster. Once Emily was reloaded and covering the street he finished his own magazine. "Reloading." he said. His hands were shaking from the mix of adrenaline, blood loss and sheer pain. As he made to reload a fresh magazine it slipped from his fingers. He reached for it and noticed a shadow in the hallway. They were in, they were right behind them, and he was caught with his pants down. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 15 2015, 05:32 AM Post #3315 |
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Antonio could not rightfully protest Andy's wishes. Andy knew it was dangerous back there just as well as Antonio did -- and frankly, he would feel better if he knew that Brandon and Emily had some reliable backup. Especially with how bad Brandon was looking. But right now, he had to help Hank get their escape vehicle and make sure that Connor was well taken care of. And then they could focus on finding Annie and the others. Patrick tried to sedate me, not kill me. For some reason are trying to take us all alive. That means Annie, Willow, and Emmett should be- Antonio stopped his thoughts. He couldn't let his mind wander, he needed to stay sharp. Connor and Hank should be his immediate concerns right now. |
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