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| Cleaning the competition. | Started by: RedRum on Oct 26, '15 12:24 |
| RedRum and Scratchy pull up in a all black sedan, red looks over to Scratchy, "this is the place" Red grabs scratchys hand and says a prayer before reaching into the back seat produceing two custom tommy guns, both painted red. Red takes a deep breath, "I'll go in from the front, you drive around back. As soon as you hear shots head in and let her rip" Red slings an ammo pouch filled with 45. ACP Ammo, he places another on scratchys lap and exits the car "Park it somewhere quick and accessable we'll need it to get out of here" Red walks up to a half built building he waited 2 minutes so he knew Scratchy was in place,he turns a corner and walks right up to its big black doors *Boom* Red kicked the door straight off its hinges only to be met by 15 members of 'the butchers' crew red took cover behind a bunch of concrete bricks bullets before anyone pulled out their guns, they all opened fire on the concrete bricks, after hearing their mags hitting the floor Red jumps up out of cover and sends a hail of bullets into the crowd of 15, as his finger is on the trigger he pushes up to a pillar he gets to cover after dropping 6 of the fifteen, ripping a drum mag out of the pouch he reloads awaiting his next advance. | |
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Taking out his piece, he exits the car with his weapon already hot with passion. Walking down near the gun shots - his skulking nature takes him towards the left of the shots being hear - seeing people fly down to the ground, getting punctured through the torso - being ripped apart by the hardcore nature of the industrial complexion of the new change of war and disagreements.
Taking out his weapon - his tick starts, his recoil of the weapon is increased without his steady hand. Take pop shots, flanking towards the rest of the members, they don't hear or notice Scratchy, as the sound balanced with their own weapons - taking out two of the people with a high twitch, bullets start to miss - hitting the concrete near the alive members. the start to notice as they the rest suppress fire on Scratchy - hitting his left ankle getting wall banged through the half constructed wall with weak exterior.
Scratchy in pain, pops his head, looking through a hole through the wall - as he see's RedRum scurrying towards the front - getting closer. |
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| Reply by: Scratchy at Oct 26, '15 19:59 | |
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Red sees his chance to eliminate his foes he pokes his head around the pillar, seeing scratchy in pain and the rest of 'The butchers' facing scratchy putting holes all around him, Red flys around the pillar shooting like mad, he hits most of his targets, leaving one loan member, red throws his gun to the floor and runs at the lone survivor. Red throws a right hook throwing his opponent of balance, Red throws another punch but its unsuccessful, his opponent dodges and pulls out a blade he pushes red to the floor and stabs him in his lower torso, red kicks out in pain hitting his opponent in the face red pulls out his 45. And places three shots in his chest, red crawls over to Scratchy. "Shit man, this went south eh?" Red chuckles, "We still gotta place the bomb" Red pulls out a home made bomb from his ammo pouch and shoves it in Scratchys hands, "You place it i'll get the car and bring it out front." Red stands up and begins staggering to the car" |
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| Reply by: RedRum at Oct 26, '15 20:14 | |
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Al had no intention in getting mixed up in a mess he had nothing to do with, but that sound, the crack of a gun and the echo through the alleys was more than he could resist. Approaching cautiously, he pulled the brim of his hat down, hung tight to the wall and stopped at the corner, hoping to gauge the situation before jumping into something he didn't understand.
Seeing Red and Scratchy, looking a little pinned down, it's time to make a decision....
Pulling out both pieces from under his coat, Al steps out past the corner and provides cover fire. Hitting isn't the important part, distraction is. Being sure to keep the lead in the air, and their heads down, Al fires slow and steady, crossing the alley, all the while yelling...
"RED, SCRATCH, get moving boys, these guns won't last long" |
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| Reply by: Big_Al at Oct 26, '15 23:12 | |
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With another car coursing through into the area Scratchy, Big_Al and red are in, tommy gun fire is heard as Red and Big_Al scurry. With the home-made bomb and a ankle causing him pain to stand up, Scratchy balances out of the half built cover he lays behind, as Big_Al has all the concentrated fire. Crawling into the middle of the room - putting down the home-made bomb and starts to mess around with it - finally, making it active - Scratchy see's the members of the vehicle make its way towards his flank as most of them begin to be shot down by the trusty lead of Big_Al's weaponry. With Big A still covering Scratchy, Scratchy begins to crawl towards the two, beginning to stand on his two feet, limping hastily towards the two as RedRums swerves his car, honking the horn. Scratchy, plausibly helped by Big_Al into the back seat raises his legs above his head as gun fire is spread across the car. |
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| Reply by: Scratchy at Oct 27, '15 00:18 | |
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Red slams his foot down on the gas as the car is torn to pieces by tommygun fire, Red swerves the car all over the road narrowly missing a truck then *Boom* the homemade bomb goes off just as planned, red pulls into the alley were he left his and scratchys bikes, Red gets out the car and begins walkimg to his bike. "Thanks for the back up there Big_al, damn scratchy got hit pretty bad, do us both a favour? Ride him back to the clubhouse, there should be a doctor waiting," Red goes into his saddle bag and pulls out two bandages throwing one to scratchy and using the other to patch his minor stab wound up. "I Gotta sort some stuff out, hey Al, again thanks, ill send you a little boost as soon as the heat dies off" |
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| Reply by: RedRum at Oct 27, '15 00:25 | |
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Never happy to see brothers hurt, but always happy to get dirty, Al can't help but laugh at what just happened, and the fact that all three of them made it out alive.
"What the fuck was that all about boys?"
Al gets behind the wheel and turns towards the safety of Red's clubhouse.
"I don't know why I do this shit, but that was a rush man. You doing OK Scratch? Quite the cluster fuck back there" |
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| Reply by: Big_Al at Oct 27, '15 00:31 | |
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Crushing his wounded leg, with his other leg and hand trying to get in much pain as possible for shock to hit him - he lets out a whimpered, faint talk towards the driver: "I-i.." Scratchy pauses as his eyes start to fade, the car hits a pothole jerking him about, "I-I'm fine, j-just dr-" With a faded voice, Scratchy's body relaxes fully, unconscious - his limbs start to drop as blood leaks out of him like a hole in a barrel. |
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| Reply by: Scratchy at Oct 27, '15 00:40 | |
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Knowing that sound, a sound that does not lead to anything good, Al has three options and only a few seconds to make a decision. Drop Scratch at a hospital and risk the legal bullshit, stop onthe side of the road and.... watch him die, or hit the fucking gas and get him to someone who will save him without asking questions.
Turning his head and leaning into the back seat, he slaps Scratchy in the face as hard as he can.
"Hey, don't make us both look bad.... Red saw you jump into the car, I won't be the one who killed you!"
Al grabs his hand and forces him to squeeze his wound as hard as he can.
"Hold on for two minutes, thats it, and I promise you won't be comfortable"
Turning back to the front of the car, Al pushes the throtle to the floor and gets the car up to 90, stoping for nothing. |
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| Reply by: Big_Al at Oct 27, '15 00:52 | |
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