The jeep came to a stop, thankfully before hitting the building. Tequila's shot grazed the bandit's arm as he was getting up, making him go low once again. A few obscenities were exerted in response to the shot, and the bandit glanced back at the approaching Og and seemed to come up with another idea.
Suddenly he rolled himself over onto his back, and aimed his rifle right at Og's chest. "I said hold it damn it!" the bandit yelled, nearly stuttering, his hold on the gun still shaky but at this range he couldn't really miss a target as big as Og.
Meanwhile inside the building, the hallway Jerry and Anarchy entered quickly turned to the right and seemed to run along the whole length of the building before turning right again into what was probably a stairwell going down. On the right side of the hallway were five doorways spaced evenly, each with metal doors with small rectangular windows, most of which were open. By the looks of the first door they passed, each of these rooms were similar to the one they had encountered the bandit in, complete with cables all over the floor. The hallway itself, however, was fairly clear, with cables only running along the right edge and into the doorways. On the left side of the hall were six-foot wide windows spaced about six feet apart each, that were actually looking down on the scene happening outside.
With Anarchy suddenly taking the lead, just before he would reach the second door, a figure rounded the corner at the far end of the hall. This guy seemed part redneck and part frat-boy gamer, complete with a shirt for one of the modern brown and grey military shooters. The tone seemed almost out of place since the man looked to be around thirty. The most important and urgent part though was the dual pistols holstered on his belt.
A slight eye widening and raised eyebrow donned on his face upon seeing the knife wielding Anarchy running down the hallway, followed shortly by going for his pistols. Being less than halfway down the hall, Anarchy had no chance whatsoever of reaching the man before he could start opening fire; taking cover would be prudent.
Up on the roof, Red would find himself hopping up and down and waving his arms for a few moments, the helicopter still on course of just circling the base. Just before it seemed like Flyer hadn't seen him though, the radio still on Red piped up.
You need me down there again, yank? Flyer's voice asked as the helicopter turned and started to hover just over and a bit to the side of the building.
edited 23rd Jan '13 4:58:29 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Yeah. We captured another one of your buddies. Hurry and pick us up. And be careful." Red said to Flyer. Then, turning to the handcuffed bandit he spoke.
"Now, Sheriff Shevon has promised a clean slate to all bandits who help us with a little vampire problem. Little Flyer and Kirk and Dune have already defected so I suggest you do the same and don't try any funny business." Red said.
Just because a rifle was pointed at Og's chest didn't mean that he was going to slow down. If anything, the big biker picked up his pace into a jog, unsheathing his entrenching tool as he ran.
His bearded face transformed however, the usually mellow and heavy facial features twisting into an angry snarl, recalling the ancient racial memories of northern raiders bearing down on helpless monasteries. From his lips spouted the curses and imprecations that sounded as they did thousands of years ago; hard and angular sounds that promised the smile of an axe and slavery on some lonely waste.
In short, Og looked like some living terror as he bore down on the bandit, swinging his entrenching tool in a threatening figure 8.
edited 25th Jan '13 5:01:42 PM by mantlemask
The hits keep rollin'!Cursing silently at what Og was doing, Dale did the only thing he could think to do: He pulled out his gun, pointed it towards Og and the bandit... and did nothing else. He looked intently forward, and while it looked like there was way he would be able to hit just the bandit, the man was still aiming his shotgun at Og, so that would probably just make him shoot the large bounty hunter. But if he didn't shoot the bandit, he would probably still shoot Og since the shovel would probably freak him out.
He decided that if he was screwed anyway, he might as well try doing something crazy and hope Og didn't die. With his finger hovering over the trigger, he decided to fire a good ten rounds* at the bandit's hands.
edited 23rd Jan '13 11:53:50 PM by nman
The handcuffed bandit blinked a few times and looked at Red a bit confused. "Wait, really? Just, help kill a vampire and we get a clean slate?" the bandit asked rhetorically. He looked unsure and thoughtful, but at least he seemed to be thinking it over instead of resisting.
The helicopter landed with a bump, and Flyer... Started getting out? The engine and rotors will still running, but Flyer undid his seat belt and quickly stepped out the front broken windshield. "Get him in the back. I saw your friends down there, thought they could use something" Flyer said by way of explanation, then quickly ran over towards the edge of the building, the little walkie talkie radio in hand. Before Red could stop him, (if he was trying to) Flyer tossed the little hand radio off the edge. Then he turned around and started heading back towards the helicopter.
Meanwhile, downstairs the bandit had drawn his dual pistols and started to fire at Anarchy as the bounty hunter slipped into the second room for cover, the bullets hitting the wall harmlessly. The thrown knife did not quite make it all the way down the hallway, impacting and imbedding in the floor about five feet from the bandit. He then noticed and tried to adjust aim towards Jerry, but Jerry had already opened fire, with at least two shots hitting the bandit's right leg. The bandit yelled out and nearly fell, dropping one of his pistols and reaching for something around the corner; a hand support for walking up the stairs probably, since he pulled himself into cover before falling to one knee. A moment later a hand reached out and retrieved the fallen pistol.
Shortly after, the hand came out again, this time holding the pistol, and blind firing down the hallway. It was terribly terribly inaccurate and currently not hitting either of the bounty hunters.
Meanwhile, outside the bandit with the hunting rifle did indeed look terrified at Og's approach, though perhaps not as much as Og was hoping for. Even worse, he was still holding a gun in his hands, and Og was triggering a fight or flight response. His finger had started to pull on the trigger, but just before 'fight' could be achieved, a burst of gunfire from Dale's P90 slammed into the rifle, and tore up the bandit's right hand pretty badly.
The bandit screamed out in pain as the now broken rifle hit his lap and bounced off. He opened his eyes once more, seeing Og and now trying to crawl away while still looking at him, and only using his non-injured hand; needless to say, he was not going very fast.
It was about that time that a walkie talkie radio suddenly hit the hood of the jeep with a loud metallic thump, sliding to a stop just in front of the busted windshield.
You are reading this.Dale let out a breath when he saw that Og was still among the living, only to suddenly turn around when he heard a loud sound. Seeing that it was a walkie talkie, he looked up and saw the helicopter. "Oh, now they think it's useful to give us one of these!" Dale said, still a bit irked that they had flown off so fast earlier that they hadn't even left them with one.
Reaching over, Dale picked it up and pressed the transmit button. "Um... hello?... is this on?" He let go of the button, but after a second, he remembered something, pressed the button again, and added "over" before letting go again.
"If you're fine, then we won't come down. If you need anything, let me know." Red said. Then he spoke to Flyer.
"Guard this punk and stay on the roof." he said to the kid and then he took off. He ran downstairs again and, this time, it was him who tripped on the cables. He swore, and got up, glad no one saw that. Then he ran back to where Jerry and Anarchy were.
"Holy shit!" Red said, as he saw the bandit. Then Red threw the bike chain at the raider and then dove for cover.
edited 24th Jan '13 10:56:43 AM by FantasyLiver
Og slowed down and his face once again took on its placid cast. He jogged over to where the prone bandit lay and picked up the man's hunting rifle. The biker hefted it. He didn't usually use rifles like this one but it would serve until he got extra shells for his shotgun. And it would have been his replacement weapon, had it not been broken. With a sigh, he tossed this over his shoulder.
Then he sauntered over towards the crawling bandit and rolled him over, punching him hard in the face twice for good measure. Once the bandit was unconscious, Og began rifling through the man's pockets and things for extra ammunition and other odds and ends. Maybe even an extra bandoleer. Once he'd gathered what could be gathered, Og straightened up and jogged over back to his bike, pushing it after the jeep.
Upon arrival, he kicked the stand down once more and rummaged through the contents of the jeep, pulling out the MP 5 and its attendant clips.
"Thanks for the save, Dale," said Og. "Couldn't think of anything else to do."
edited 24th Jan '13 9:07:54 PM by mantlemask
The hits keep rollin'!(OOC @Troyand: I'm giving you one last warning to pay attention to the discussion thread, as you might have seen the implication that your initial action against the bandit was not as successful as you wanted it to be. I control the NPCs and results of combat, not you. To everyone, assume that post 1094 never happened. Technically posts 1092 and 1093 as well.)
Just as Red was leaving the roof, he would hear Flyer and the other bandit start to talk, mainly the cuffed bandit wanting to know what the heck was going on and what happened to the patrol group.
Not long later, Red's throw of the bike chain down an entire hall at a man who only had his hand and a bit of arm visible went about as well as one should expect; it hit the floor and slid to a stop well short of the mark. Anarchy would round the corner and see the man was indeed at the top of a stairwell, looking surprised to see Anarchy suddenly there. The arrow was let loose and hit the man in the side, embedding at least a third of the way in. The man looked in pain for a second, nearly falling back down the stairwell and having to grip a hand railing mounted on the wall to stop himself...
Then he lifted up his other pistol and promptly returned fire on Anarchy whilst scowling in pain. At this point blank range, Anarchy took three rounds to the chest before he would be able to do anything about it.
Jerry would now be right around the corner just behind Anarchy. From there, since he wasn't currently occupied with being shot, he would just barely be able to hear another set of footsteps approaching the stairwell from below.
Meanwhile outside, Og would have no trouble punching the bandit's face twice, since the bandit couldn't do much to stop him. Surprisingly though, the man was still conscious, but moving even less now. He tried weakly to kick at Og, but this would be an annoyance at best for the ex-con.
Unseen by Og, a man rounded the corner of the building on the opposite side of the jeep, and started to approach at a quick, confident walk. Or rather, not a man, but another boy around Flyer's age. He seemed to be a ginger with short hair, complete with tons of freckles, and had a black hoodie on above a pair of ripped blue jeans and white sneakers. There was something metal strapped to his back like a backpack, and a sort of bundle of poles attached together was dangling towards the ground from his right hand. The expression on his face was... Maniacal.
edited 24th Jan '13 11:04:54 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Tequila turned her attention from the bandit lying at Og's feet to scan the immediate area, just in case there was anyone else they'd missed. She saw the boy approaching. And she saw his expression.
Swivelling, she trained her guns on him. "Stop right there." She said, raising her voice a little.
If he didn't stop, or tried to bring up that device in his hands, she intended to shoot him. Preferably somewhere vital.
edited 25th Jan '13 12:25:24 AM by JasonC
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The DoctorOg saw Tequila point her weapon somewhere behind him and did the same, flicking his new SMG's safety off and ready to put a three round burst into the newcomer's, a raggedy boy, chest if he so much as breathed funny.
The hits keep rollin'!

Anarchy drew a knife and ran ahead of him.
Good to be back