Tequila climbed out of the Jeep. "I hope Glassy bought that," She said. "By the sounds of it he didn't hear the gunshots, but if he's a paranoid bastard, he might send someone else out to see if everything's OK."
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor"At the very least, we might even be able to get the advantage back."
Og looked down at Red, who was currently beating on one of the bandits. "In fact, if Red here don't kill 'em, we might just be able to make it easier for ourselves..."
The hits keep rollin'!"Good to know." Og's bearded face still looked rather skeptical even as he turned to stroke and whisper at his bike like it was his newborn son.
Was it obvious that the big man missed his vehicle? All it was noticed was that he seemed more... Complete.
The hits keep rollin'!(OOC: Oh yeah, forgot to mention; the voice coming from the radio would also be audible coming through on the radio in the helicopter, and a radio on the belt of the other biker.)
Helicopter problems? Damnit... Alright, Flyer, what's the problem with it..? Flyer?
"Flyer's the pilot, the one one of you idiots killed" the kid said as Jerry marched him and the other gunner out into the open. Both still had their hands on the back of their heads, pretty clearly not wanting to put up a fight. "Listen yanks, I was only with the bandits 'cause they're the only lot who would let a kid like me fly. If you promise to let me keep flying, I'll get on that radio and convince Glassy that everything's okay" the kid continued, taking one hand off the back of his head just a couple inches to point back at the helicopter with his thumb, before putting it back where it was.
"Little bastard!" the bandit still being pinned by Red tried to yell coarsely between coughs of blood.
Meanwhile, the bandit leader was still awaiting a response. Flyer? Anyone? Hey, what the heck's going on here?
You are reading this."One second, Glassy. Flyer's busy looking the copter over. I'll get the kid on for you, instead." Red said, more smoothly as he got in character. Right now, his job was not to get them killed.
He handed the walkie talkie to the sixteen year old.
"Kid, enough blood's been spilled today. If you plan on betraying us to Glassy, a bunch of other lives will be on your hands too." Red warned before the kid started to talk. He then put a hand over Billy's killer's mouth to prevent him from shouting anything when the kid started talking.
edited 9th Jan '13 5:45:29 PM by FantasyLiver
"Just give me the radio already, we don't have time for this" the kid said while Red was still talking. He calmly took the radio, letting his other arm down, then spoke. "Sorry Glassy, had my ipod in. What'ya need?"
What's wrong with the helicopter?
"Just some minor engine trouble. We decided to bring her down gently and fix it up in case it might get worse later and cause a right mess."
Alright, how long is it gonna take?
"Dunno, one sec. Hey Flyer!" the kid cut himself off there as he let go of the transmit button on the little radio, and waited a few seconds. Then, he pressed it in again, "Flyer says it should take about thirty minutes. You want us to complete our route and come in late, or cut off our last stops and come in on time?"
Complete your route. Where are you now? I could send some help over.
"You said yourself that we shouldn't be splitting up into small groups while there's still a succubus around. You just stay there right, we'll be fine."
... Yeah, good point. We'll be expecting you thirty minutes late then. Don't make it much later, got it? Glassy's voice seemed a bit more menacing with the last statement.
"Yeah yeah Glassy, we got it. Little Flyer out" the boy finished, then offered the radio out to whoever wanted to take it. "There, are you satisfied, yank?" he asked a bit smugly.
The latest newcomer was allowed in, the guards stopping him just inside the gate to make him hold a little crucifix without his glove on for a moment. It was clear nothing was happening, and from that it was clear that the man was human. They took the crucifix back and let him on his way while they got the gate closed up.
In his wandering, he would eventually end up on a street that had, among a few other buildings, a yellow-painted and somewhat crappy looking motel, and a sheriff's office right across the street. In the lobby of the motel, it looked like someone was playing on a video game console. A woman in a brown police jacket and dark-blue baseball cap that said 'sheriff' on it was coming down the street from the other direction, looking like she was on her way somewhere else. She stopped when she got closer, noting the newcomer.
"You look like you're new here. What brings you to Green Fields?" Shevon asked him, putting her hands on her hips.
Meanwhile, in the lobby of the motel, a familiar small voice spoke up near Ned. "I still say ya' should fight them with a sword. It's more honorable than your fancy big folk explosives" Emerson commented from his perch on the counter, where he had been watching Ned playing during his break.
You are reading this.Og looked at Tequila and smiled. "Sorry, Miss Tequila. It's just that me and this bike are closer than brothers. Found her when she was this rich dude's answer to his mid-life crisis. You wouldn't believe all the things he put on it, not to mention the shoddy repairs. Must have worked my ass off for a year while trying to work up the scratch to buy it. Then there was fixing her up." With a soft laugh, he patted the gas tank once again, rubbing the stylized lion painted upon the tan surface.
"Had it looked after while I was inside. Worried myself sick on the first few nights. It ain't just a bike to me, Tequila. It's..." Og waved his big hand in the air, as if trying to grasp the words with which to convey how much the machine meant to him. "It's just more than a machine, ya dig?"
The hits keep rollin'!"Shevon will likely let you fly." He said and pulled out his sell phone and dialed the Sheriff's office to see if his call would go through. "What are the names of the members of your crew? and yours." He asked looking at the flight enthusiast. "So I know who to pray mercy for." He said.
edited 9th Jan '13 9:38:06 PM by TheLastGreatWarrior
"Somebody barbequin'?!"Anarchy looked at the woman.
"Are you a hooker? You idiot! She's the sheriff! I'm just saying I could use some action. I swear to god..."
He shook his head.
"Name's Anarchy. I'm here for a job. Heard from a guy who knows a guy that this place is Bounty Hunter's heaven?...That guy is dead now."
Good to be backRed stopped playing to look at Emerson. He thought long and hard before speaking.
"Are you hitting on me? Because, fair warning, I'm married. Was married? Might be married? It's complicated... Either way though, my wife might show up and..." Ed trailed off and started to stare into the wall, he tried not break off his stare to look at the new guy.
Stop caring and embrace nullness.Jerry's call didn't go through either, but while he tried to do that, the kid looked at him. "Well, since you lot killed Flyer, I guess that makes me Flyer now instead of Little Flyer" Flyer started with a bit of a shrug. "This here is Dune" he added, motioning to the gunner who still had his hands on the back of his head.
"That's Jack" Flyer continued, motioning to the bandit that had killed Bill. "That over there is Kirk, um... You might want to do something about him if you want him to live" he mentioned as well, motioning to the other biker bandit, who was currently starting to go into shock.
"Back at base, we've got... Glassy, Jub-bub, Snuggy, Bradcass, Mason, Joe, Easy Pete, and Freckle" Flyer finished up, counting away on his fingers.
Shevon put her hand on her holstered revolver, her face getting caught between anger and confusion as Anarchy asked if she was a hooker then proceeded to tell himself that she was the sheriff. "Uh... Okay, Anarchy... I'm sheriff Shevon" Shevon introduced herself a bit hesitantly. "I wouldn't exactly call this place 'bounty hunter heaven', but we are accepting help dealing with a vampire and succubus. If you're willing to work without getting paid right away for it, then you're hired... I suppose. Food and ammunition are on the house" she added, still unsure what to make of the apparently insane man.
"Most of the other bounty hunters we've hired are out right now, but they shouldn't be too long getting back. In the meantime feel free to take an unclaimed room in that motel. It's where the rest of them are staying." Shevon told him, gesturing to the yellow-walled motel. "There should be keys behind the front desk. Oh, and there's one of the other bounty hunters who stayed behind in there, too" she continued, pointing to where Red was in the lobby. With that, Shevon dismissed herself and started to walk away down the street as Anarchy announced that he would totally tap his fellow bandit hunter.
Meanwhile, Emerson looked confused at Red. "I ain't hitting on ya' ya' daft big folk! Bah, whatever, I'm going back to work" Emerson said, gesturing his arms dismissively before quickly climbing down from the counter top. Once he was on the floor, he ran across in a blur and headed outside to go find Garnet and help her with work again, passing by Anarchy on the way.
edited 10th Jan '13 2:21:58 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Red counted along.
"Wow, you're real choked up about Flyer dying, aren't you?" he asked the kid sarcastically.
"So that leaves only eight for us to deal with us. What other kind of vehicles and weapons does everyone else have at the moment?" Red asked the newly christened Flyer.
edited 10th Jan '13 4:44:07 AM by FantasyLiver

Cranston considered telling Red that, no he didn't regret the death of a criminal who probably would have turned on them at the first opportunity but this wasn't the time or place.
Trump delenda est