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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 10:22 PM Post #931 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli let out a long whistle as a burst of orange and red fire filled up his rear view mirror, but then cringed a little when the cooked ammo started going off. The sound and sight was both thrilling and frightening. Every rotter in 10 miles would surely be drawn here by it. Now they just had to hope some living people would take the bait as well. * * * A stream of rough-looking types with heavy weapons filtered out the building where Emmett had earlier seen movement. Meanwhile, at least one exited the booth. Emmett watched them instead of the smoke, though he was tempted. Eli, Randall and the others had really followed through on that distraction. It sounded like a war had broken out nearby. Emmett followed five people as they piled into a white F-150 pick-up. One behind the wheel, one in the passengers, and three in the bed. When they were settled, the vehicle took off in a rush. That left just one more in the booth, as well as the man on the roof – which was smart, unfortunately smart, because he would be a good look out. “They’re leaving,” Emmett reported into the transceiver. “Only two left. I’m going to take them.” He surprised even himself a little bit with that last part, but once he said it, it was definitive. He knew that if he wanted this to end without bloodshed, he would have to be the one to make that happen. When Randall and Eli tore through, he didn’t want bullets to be exchanged. He folded the binoculars and pocketed them and his radio, and then he headed downstairs at a rapid pace. He frowned on one side of his mouth when he once again observed the fence separating him from the bandits. He knew he could clear it, but his bike couldn’t. There was no time to waste, so he left the bike where it was and broke into a run. In the back of his mind, he hoped there would be a chance to come back for it – it had served him well this past month, and he had grown attached to it. He knew, though, how faint that hope was. He shook his head as he ran for the fence, grabbing the top with his gloved hands and hauling himself over. He landed on the other side on his knees. By the time he rose back to his feet, he was still again. He needed to focus now. There wasn’t going to be a lot of room for error. He had a good idea of what the lookout could see from his perch, but he wasn’t positive. As he ran across the parking lot, he kept his breathing shallow and his body low. Hopefully, he was hidden in the shadow of some of the towering trees to the west of the toll booth. By the time he exited the clearing, he pressed his back to the closest booth. The lack of gunshots indicated to him he had made it safely. He knew the man was in the booth farthest away from him. Emmett didn’t know how he was going to clear the five blocked lanes between him and that booth without getting seen. Then there was the spotter on the roof, which would be even more challenging. He reminded himself that things were moving fast. He’d have to take this one problem at a time. “Randall,” he said softly – even for him – into the transceiver. “Don’t say anything. Now count to 10, and start screaming into the radio. Start counting.” He released the button and took a measured but deep breath. He was putting a lot of faith in his new allies now, he realized. If Randall didn’t do as he asked – or if he hesitated – Emmett was going to be in potentially life threatening trouble. Emmett leaned out from cover, and tossed the radio across the five lanes – it was made for military use, it could take the impact. It landed with just a small clatter behind the final booth, where Emmett knew his target was. Then Emmett was on the move – but from the other side. Staying crouched, he hustled behind the cars that were blocking all the unneeded lanes, making his way to the final booth. |
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| Strompy | Apr 13 2015, 10:40 PM Post #932 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Julie exhaled as she climbed into the back of the truck. The build up was getting more and more stressful, she was full of nervous energy and she directed it into a kind of battle fervor. It felt like a waste, she couldn't do anything from back there but somebody had to stay with Willow. She was in some ways comfortable being out of sight and not being responsible for any of the fighting. On the other hand if somebody shot up the trailer it wouldn't provide much protection, and she wouldn't be able to shoot back. Still she psyched herself up. Confident the others could keep things well in hand. ... Brandon rolled the cab window down and got ready with his FAL. The first face he didn't recognize was getting blown right off. They had better be smart enough to keep their heads down, if they became a problem he was of a mind to deal with it as quickly as possible. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 10:53 PM Post #933 |
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Is that so?
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Emmett's message came through just as the cars paused for a moment at the top of the off ramp leading back onto the freeway. "Wait, did he just say he was going to 'take care of it'?" Maxwell was borderline incredulous what Emmett had just said. "I... I don't know." Randall shook his head. Emmett had been the one most against actually killing anyone. The distraction plan had been his all along in order to prevent something like that from happening in the first place. The idea that he would go ahead and be the first one to fire a shot seemed pretty extreme. "He's adapting." Maxwell explained. "It is what we all have to do in this world. Just like Darwin's Theory of Evolution, we evolve or we die. There is no in between." Randall frowned; the professor's thinking had always been cynical. But Randall couldn't bring himself to disagree. If Emmett wasn't doing what he was doing now, the two guys that he spoke of would be ready to shoot them down as they charged through. If even one of their tires got shot out, getting Willow to safety in time might become an impossibility. "Randall. Don’t say anything. Now count to 10, and start screaming into the radio. Start counting." "This is getting weird." Randall muttered, but under his breath he was already counting down from 10. "As soon as he screams, I think we should floor it." Candice told Glenda. ********** "Hey, Ron?" Garret's voice crackled over the radio that Ronald carried. "What is it, Garret?" "From up here, that Asian girl looked like she had a pretty nice ass. Was that true from gound level, too?" "You know she's not my type, but it was alright, I guess." Ronald heard a soft clatter behind him and turned his head, but didn't see anything. Maybe he just thought he heard it, there was sporadic gunfire still going off, after all. "Not sure why you're asking my opinion." He turned his attention back to the conversation. "You probably had a better view of it through those fucking binoculars. Why even bring that shit up now though?" "I dunno." The response came back. "I guess I just think that those guys are behind all this. Been too quiet for the past week to have this shit break out less than an hour after they come through." "What, like some sort of trap?" Ronald laughed. "Please, you've always been a little paranoid. Nobody can fuck with us, we're basically the kings of this world now!" "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The sudden screeching, it couldn't even be called screaming, caught Ron completely off guard. With a scared grunt, he spun his body around, looking for the source of the sound. On the ground nearby, he noticed another radio was the source of the sound. "The fuck!?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 11:03 PM Post #934 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When Emmett heard Randall’s static-y scream, he sprung into action. He drew his SMG from under his leather jacket, and as soon as the guard turned around, he busted the door to the booth open. Adrenaline pulsed through him as he surged forward, and with his gun hand, smashed the guard in the back of the neck. The force of the blow brought the guard to his knees. Emmett followed it up by booting him in the back, sending him onto his stomach. When he was down, Emmett kept his foot there, pinning him in place. “You have a gun to your back,” he warned softly. “Don’t move.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 11:08 PM Post #935 |
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Is that so?
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"Oh fucking shit..." Ronald whimpered when he regained enough of his senses to understand his situation. "Hey, Ron?" His radio, which was now on the ground nearby after Ronald dropped it, buzzed back to life with Garret's voice. "Did you hear that sound just now? Like some sort of static buzzing sound following by a soft bang? Or is that just my ears still ringing from that fucking explosion?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 11:11 PM Post #936 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett’s eyes were drawn to the radio, and an idea hit him. He pressed down harder on the back of this ‘Ron,’ as he now knew him, just to make sure he didn’t get any ideas of his own. With his free hand, Emmett produced one of his plastic zip ties from his pocket. After spending one on Maxwell a day earlier, he had about three left, including this one. He didn’t feel bad about using it now – this was exactly the kind of situation that called for it. “I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you make me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Grab the radio. Slowly. Tell him you caught someone sneaking in, and you need his help.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 11:26 PM Post #937 |
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Is that so?
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"Why aren't you going yet?" Candice gingerly asked Glenda. Glenda turned her head and looked back to Randall and the quiet radio. Randall was looking intently at it after screaming into it like a buffoon only moments ago. "We'll give Emmett some time." Glenda spoke for Randall. "We don't want to rush in there before the path is clear." ********** "Alright... alright..." Ron agreed to these terms in exchange for his life. He slowly reached his hand out towards the radio, grasped it, and brought it up to his mouth. "Hey, Garret. Get your ass down here." His tone of voice was remarkably less boisterous than it had been before. "Caught some stupid bitch trying to sneak across the bridge." "Well, why don't you just shoot her?" Garret replied. "Wait, you found someone!?" Cory interrupted the conversation. "Hold on, we're coming back." "No!" Ron screamed. "I-I mean... it's fine. I got her. Some young punk, I just kept her alive cause I know how Garret likes the young ones, you know? He was pretty mad about letting the Asian go earlier." "Oh, that's what this is about?" The disdain in Cory's voice was obvious even over the radio. "Fine, fine. Whatever you do, just make sure she's dead before we get back. I don't want to walk in on Garret halfway through the act again. And Ron, you better get your ass up on the roof to cover him in the meantime. If she isn't dead and nobody is on the roof, I swear to God I am killing both of you fuckwits." "Always a pal, Ron." Garret laughed lightly. "I'll be right down." "Yeah, don't worry. As soon as you get here, I'll head right up." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 11:29 PM Post #938 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Once Ron had said all he needed, Emmett stepped on his fingers with his motorcycle boot, and then kicked the radio away from his grasp. Emmett frowned. After overhearing that conversation, he wanted to just pull the trigger, or step on the back of this man’s neck. It sounded like he deserved that and more. Instead, he put his gun down on a nearby shelf for just a moment. He leaned over and forcefully grabbed Ron’s arms, pulling them behind his back and leashing them in the zip ties. When he was done, he fished another zip tie out of his pocket – just two left now – and moved further down his body. He grabbed his feet, lifting them up as well. As he finished hog-tying him, he silently realized that Ron would probably never realize just how big a favour Emmett was doing for him. Emmett was saving his life and Ron would likely hate him for it. This isn’t for him, Emmett reminded himself as he finished up, then rose to his feet. He quickly grabbed the radio off the ground and then retrieved his Mac-10, before confidently exiting the booth. He tossed the radio, then held the gun in both hands as he approached the building he knew the lookout was heading down from. He could hear his footsteps clearer as he moved forward. By the time he reached the side of the door, the lookout – Garret, Ron called him – had emerged with his rifle. “Drop it,” Emmett said coldly. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 11:33 PM Post #939 |
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Is that so?
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Garret's slightly brutish, but cleanly shaven, face contorted into a look of horror; his eyes went wide and his jaw fell slightly agape. A man about the same size as Cory had a Mac-10 aimed directly at him, finger on the trigger. "Wha-what the fuck!?" He stammered. Hesitantly, he released his grip on his M16 and held his hands in the air. "Who the fuck are you!?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 13 2015, 11:43 PM Post #940 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Shut up.” Emmett answered the question by striking out with his elbow, hitting Garret square in the gut with all the force he could muster. He could practically feel the air escaping out of him as he crumpled to the ground. When he was there, Emmett regarded him with disdain. In Ron’s imagined scenario, Garret was coming down to rape a girl, and then kill her. Emmett could hardly imagine anything more barbaric. The thought made his trigger finger tense up. He didn’t fire, though. He wanted to – at least as much as he wanted to kill Eli by that farmhouse, and probably even more – but he didn’t. “I’m the guy that can get to you,” he said instead. “If you don’t leave here, I’ll come back. And next time I'll kill you.” He knew the warning was pointless, and he had zero faith Garret would abide it. But it was worth trying. His soul demanded he try. More roughly than he had to, he kneeled down on Garret and forced his hands behind his back. He used another ziptie – only one left to go – to restrain him. Then he produced his own radio from one of his pockets. “It’s clear,” he said into it. Going into this, he hoped he would feel good saying those words. He didn’t. * * * Eli stuck his head out the driver’s side window. He was idling the truck behind the SUV and getting antsy. He also heard Randall screaming earlier, though he had no idea why. “What’s the hold up?” he yelled. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 13 2015, 11:57 PM Post #941 |
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Is that so?
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"We were waiting for the all clear from Emmett!" Glenda called back to Eli. "And we just got it!" On that note, Glenda let go of the brake pedal and put her foot on the gas. The engine came back to life and Glenda rolled the convoy back onto the 402, towards the Blue Water Bridge. Towards Michigan. The ride over was short; it took no more than 60 seconds to come within sight of the border custom's house. Randall found himself cringing at the sight. A pile of dead rotter bodies, stacked as high as he was tall, stood watch over the parking lot of the custom's house, which itself was decorated with the naked bodies of the dead. Whether they were a rotter or a human at the time they were killed was impossible to tell now, and Randall suspected he didn't want to know the answer. The custom's house itself was rather well barricaded, but other than that, their range of influence didn't seem too expansive. As Glenda rounded the currency exchange building, they saw Emmett standing by the far booth, the only one not barricaded with a car or truck. Glenda pulled the SUV up beside him. "Good work." She commended him with a grin through the open window. "Where's your bike?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 14 2015, 12:09 AM Post #942 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli came to a slow stop behind Glenda once again. He was a little shocked when they weren’t greeted with gunfire. Instead, Emmett was standing right out in the open. Eli poked his head out of the front seat once again to listen to the conversation. “That way,” Emmett said simply, pointing northwards. There was some conflict on his usually stony face – the most Eli had witnessed since he had a gun on him back by that farmhouse. Eli’s instinct would be to ask if he was okay, and maybe how the heck he had pulled off a peaceful takeover. The rest of these thugs would realize there was nothing to see near that explosion soon, however. “Let’s do what we need to do and get out of here,” he called out. Emmett didn’t look away, but he did seem to register the comment. After a few silent seconds, he raised one assault rifle up for Glenda to take, and then picked up another one from the ground. He headed back for the trailer. “There’s two of them in the booth,” he reported over his shoulder. That was information presumably for the occupants of the SUV to do with as they wish. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 14 2015, 12:22 AM Post #943 |
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Is that so?
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"Seriously?" Maxwell wiggled out of the side door of the SUV and trotted over to the booth. Randall paid Maxwell little heed as he opened the door to the booth and peered inside; instead he changed his attention to Glenda and the M16. Randall was not a gun man, but even he knew about the M16; one of the most common military grade weapons in the entire world. To think that these guys had stuff like this, it was more than just a little concerning. "Damn, these guys have some good equipment." Randall looked over the gun as she handed it back to him. He uneasily handed it back to Jeff, who was sitting behind him. He didn't have time to focus on their armaments. In a few more minutes, it wouldn't matter what guns they were packing because Randall planned to leave this place behind for good. They had gotten lucky so far, he didn't want to push the envelope any more than they had to. But before he did, there was one last courtesy he thought he should extend. "Marcus, Candice." Randall turned his attention to the two newcomers. "We don't have much time, but do you want to at least look for your stuff?" "H-honestly, man, I would rather not." Marcus was quick to admit. "They can keep the car, they can keep my guns, they can keep it all. This place creeps me the fuck out and the people here even more. I just want as much distance between us as possible before they get back and realize what the hell is going on." As soon as Marcus finished explaining that, Maxwell jumped back in the car and wiggled back into the back seat: "He didn't actually kill them. That is actually fairly impressive." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 14 2015, 02:26 AM Post #944 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff marvelled at the big gun in his lap. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m kinda glad we didn’t get shot at this time,” he remarked. He looked up at Maxwell and smirked. “Hey tall guy, what’s that you were saying about the ‘old world’?” he teased. * * * Eli watched in silence as Emmett filed into the passenger’s seat, and then sat the gun upright between their two seats. Eli still didn’t know what to say. “Good work,” he said, deciding to echo Glenda. “This was… this was the right thing.” Emmett let out the slightest hint of a sigh as he stared forward. “I hope so,” he responded. |
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| Strompy | Apr 14 2015, 02:40 AM Post #945 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I'm starting to think this guy is the Batman." Brandon commented as he climbed out of the cab. He slapped the side of the trailer twice exuberantly. He was glad they'd pulled this off safely and quietly. Glad Emmett had that was. Brandon was completely prepared to shoot his way out, he would have even preferred the simplicity of that approach. When did he become so accepting of all that? It wasn't so long ago he would have been of a mind with Emmett about it. He opened the trailer to see Julie sitting against the wall near Willow. Before he could even ask she answered his question. "Still alive. What's up?" "We're good." he explained. With a grunt he closed the door, blunging them into darkness. It'd take a few moments for their eyes to adjust again. Brandon cautiously made his way toward Willow and Julie, mindful not to step on any fingers or toes. Partially blind he reached out for Willow, pkacing his hand on her back lightly. He could feel just how ragged her breathing had become. Not long now. Hang in there. Please. "You've got it baaaad." Julie observed amusedly. "Yeah." Brandon agreed sincerely. Julie leaned over and kissed Brandon on the cheek. "That's for being a sweetheart." she explained leaning back again. After a moment of silence Brandon tapped Julie's knee. "Hey. What was life like before this?" he asked. "Slow. I was so burnt out after school. Got an internship that was murder, my only escape was the weekend boozefest where I'd end up somewhere strange with somebody strange pretty often." Julie confessed. She cocked her head a Brandon, asking the same of him without words. "Never went to college. Went from deadend job to dead end job, if I wasn't working I was at the gym or out with friends trying to pick up. I did that a lot." he confessed in turn. The truck started moving much to Brandon's relief. They'd be there soon Marcus promised, Willow only had to wait a little. The whole thing was out of their hands now, nothing to do but waitand pray. |
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