The boy approaching the jeep stopped when two of the bounty hunters told him to stop and three of them aimed at him. He tilted his head a little to one side, and his face took on an expression that could only possibly mean, 'who, little old me?'
Then Cranston yelled out his warning, and fired at the tank on the boy's back. It did not explode violently, but a pair of holes from the bullet going in then out near the top started to hiss with leaking gas. The boy's head snapped back to look over his shoulder at this new development, then looked at Cranston. Rage filled the boy's expression now, and he started to lift up the device in hand, a hose attaching it to the backpack now visible. With a flick of a crude trigger, a small flame lit up near the end of the tubes, which he was trying to bring up towards Cranston.
Of course, this action triggered both Og and Tequila to open fire. Og's three shots hit him in the chest, but were a bit of a moot point as Tequila's one round got him in the head, killing him. The boy fell back as the homemade flamethrower shot out a stream of fire, going just past Cranston then up into the air as he fell back and it flipped over. The the stream of fire made contact with the gas leaking from the tank, and soon enough the whole thing was ignited.
It wasn't a 'boom' so much as a 'foom,' but it was quite intense. Where the boy had been a large fireball exploded outwards, but quickly dissipated in the air into thick black smoke. The boy's body and the ground immediately around it were still burning in a small inferno though.
Meanwhile inside, the bandit with the dual pistols had looked at Anarchy, seeming like he was ready to finish the bounty hunter off for good. However, a tear gas grenade then bounced off the stairway wall just beside him and continued bouncing down the stairway, distracting him greatly as he tried to duck his head down for cover.
This was exactly what Jerry needed to come around the corner and stab the man right through the chest with the bayonet, killing the man. Now that he was actually looking down the stairwell, Jerry would see there was another man about halfway up it, currently trying to escape the tear gas shooting out of the grenade at the bottom. (Which would start to affect Jerry himself and Anarchy soon enough.)
The man was older than the others, looking to be in his late thirties at the least. Caucasain, bald, and wearing a tan buttoned shirt, thick brown jeans, and large combat boots. He had no guns on him, but was holding a pair of machetes, and on what seemed to be the straps for a backpack, were at least eight pineapple grenades, four on each strap.
Glassy sneered at Jerry as the dead bandit fell backwards off the bayonet. "You are dead!" Glassy yelled, and charged up the stairway at the ex-marine, murder in his eyes as he brought both the machetes about.
You are reading this.EDIT:
Running down the hall, Red heard the man scream a death threat at Jerry. Then he saw a machete come into view. With the tear gas and the lack of any firearm, Red knew there wasn't much he could do without endangering himself or the others. He decided to do something anyway. He bellowed down the hall.
"Hey, Baldie! You man enough to take me?" Red challenged taking off his shirt and holding it in front of his mouth to breath.
"Come on and get your bitch ass handed to you!" Red hoped that the tear gas would affect Anarchy and Jerry enough so they couldn't shoot Glassy before Red could get his hands on him. Red grinned. He was going to enjoy this brawl.
edited 25th Jan '13 7:18:37 PM by FantasyLiver
"Wow."
Og watched the carcass burn slowly before stowing his battered shotgun along with the rest of their gains. He reloaded it deliberately, still getting used to the MP 5 and looking ready to go into the hideout. The biker turned to Dale and Tequila.
"What say we greet the welcoming party?"
The hits keep rollin'!Og looked over his shoulder out find out that the man he did wallop a few times was still, to his great surprise, still conscious. He tapped the side of the jeep loudly to announce that he was heading towards the back. He knelt by the bandit's side and asked, "Are you having a good day?"
Then he hit him twice more. Because Og was having a good day.
The hits keep rollin'!Tequila holstered her gun. She was feeling a little queasy about killing the bandit. Killing non-human creatures gave her no problems at all but a ending a human life always affected her. Which to her mind was a good thing. If it didn't, then you might end up like these assholes, or worse, like Glassy.
"Better tie him up with something," She said. "Doesn't really matter if he calls out, they know we're here now. But we don't want him coming up behind us." She paused. "Better see if he has a working radio as well. Maybe we can freak Glassy out a little."
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The DoctorGlassy didn't respond to Red; he was a little too busy with Jerry right in front of him. Jerry would successfully bring his rifle up and start to open fire on Glassy, just as Glassy was bringing down one of his machetes to counter. The bandit took around three rounds to the chest before the machete slammed into the side of the front end of the gun, forcing it to the side where the rest of the burst went into the wall. Glassy tried to follow this up by bringing his other machete down on Jerry's head, but the marine managed to kick the bandit away before that happened.
Glassy stumbled down the stairway, just barely managing not to fall down, but did drop one of his machetes. Just when Jerry would have the time to bring his rifle up again, Glassy had grabbed one of the grenades on his chest, and pulled the pin. He held it up in his hand, keeping the lever pressed so it wouldn't explode. Yet. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Glassy said, his eyes starting to water up due to the gas, but anger and a good helping of insanity were still visible in his expression regardless.
The three bounty hunters there were now starting to have some major stinging to their own eyes as well.
Meanwhile outside, the fire from the dead bandit wasn't really a problem; it was only still burning due to the fuel for the flamethrower, and thankfully the ground around the body was just bare dirt.
Og's repeat of punching the incapacitated bandit put him out cold. Now he offered no resistance, futile or otherwise. And there was indeed a radio on him, though Dale already had one.
Around that time, another bandit came around the corner of the building, opposite of the one the boy with the flamethrower had come around. The man was caucasian, but had dressed himself up like some kind of stereotype gangster, short sleeved t-shirt, superfluous necklace, and baseball cap worn sideways included. He had in his hands an Uzi, one of the smaller models that was practically a machine pistol instead of an SMG. He had even started to bring it up to bear, but noticed the flaming inferno that was left of the other bandit, and widened his eyes.
"Oh, sheeit!" the bandit exclaimed as he quickly ducked back around the corner.
edited 26th Jan '13 10:19:58 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Red cautiously walked to the machete. If Glassy made a move, Red would stop. Provided there was no incident, Red would pick up the sword.
He spat at Glassy's feet before shielding his eyes; the tear gas was starting to affect him.
"Let's get out of here!" Red screamed. He went over to Anarchy and would try and pick him up.
Then, Red sprinted for the stairs.
edited 27th Jan '13 9:17:56 AM by FantasyLiver
"Did you see if he had a radio on him?" Dale asked, as he saw the man run around the corner. Pressing the button on the radio, he spoke into it, "Hey, smartass around the corner, you there? If you surrender right now, you'll probably be alive at the end of the day" and let go of the button.
After a moment, pressed the button, added "over," and let go again.
Og pulled the radio from the unconscious man and brought it over to Dale.
"Like this one?" He asked.
The hits keep rollin'!Red would unfortunately find getting the machete impossible; it fell down the stairs, and Glassy was in the way. The stairway would normally only allow two people at best, if they had their arms down. Glassy however was keeping both arms out, purposefully denying passage. The spit was responded to with a wild swing of Glassy's remaining machete, but due to the tear gas he missed as Red stepped away to get Anarchy.
As Red started running back down the hallway with Anarchy, Jerry's shot rang out, pegging Glassy right in the head and finishing him off. The now former-bandit leader fell backwards down the stairs, the grenade in his hand tumbling and bouncing down with him after his hand let go...
And there was still seven other grenades on him.
Meanwhile outside, Cranston's peek around the corner would see the bandit slowly retreating backwards, uzi aimed towards the corner. Cranston would just make out Dale's voice coming from a radio on the bandit, who had briefly glanced down at it and looked like he was trying to work it out, but then spotted Cranston. "Hey hey, back off man!" the bandit warned, holding up his Uzi again at the ready, towards the corner Cranston was peeking around.
Around that time, Cranston would hear the sound of a hunting rifle firing once inside the building. Almost directly above him, actually.
(OOC:Keep in mind with the next round of posting that the grenades are going to go off in like, 2-3 seconds.)
You are reading this.Red was ahead of Jerry, just about to the end of the hall and rounding the corner. Jerry was just past halfway down the hall.
Outside, the bandit was still aiming in Cranston's direction, though with a hint of nervousness about it. When Cranston looked up, he would see little hint of what the gunshot was about from here; it likely came from the third floor he could tell, and there were windows on that floor that would look right down on his fellow bounty hunters behind him, but they all looked like they were closed and intact from here.
When Cranston looked back down, he would see that the bandit had taken his looking away as a chance to make a run for it, now halfway to the other corner of the building.
And that's when one end of the building exploded outwards like a giant party popper.
Red was fine, as far as immediate effects from the explosion. However, the whole building shook, making him nearly stumble as he entered the room with the roof access stairwell. Then he promptly tripped on one of the cables, again.
Jerry was thrown forward a little from the force, but there was enough of the building between him and the explosion to prevent any major damage from the explosion or shrapnel.
Outside, Cranston would be thrown down onto his back as the force and shrapnel hit him. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be anything worse than superficial flesh wounds, but it did sting like hell and bleed a fair bit.
The bandit who was running fared worst out of everyone, since he was right below and just to the side of the center of the explosion. He was more or less obliterated almost instantly.
Up on the roof, visible to the bounty hunters on the ground, the end closer to the explosion had started to tip down a bit, and the helicopter looked like it might start sliding backwards. Seemed that Flyer must have felt similarly, as the rotors started to slowly spin up once again. By the time Red would get up there, he would see that Flyer had already taken the liberty of helping the still-handcuffed bandit into one of the backseats, (Which must have been somewhat uncomfortable.) and was slowly but surely starting the takeoff process.
edited 28th Jan '13 4:39:35 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Yeah, we're fine. We killed Glassy. What about you guys?" Red asked Dale via walkie talkie after he tripped over the cable for the second time When he tripped he dropped Anarchy. He decided to leave Anarchy in the room with the stairs, while he went up to the roof to make sure everything was okay with Jub-bub and Flyer. When Red arrived, he saw the copter was already taking off due to damage the building had suffered after the explosion.
"Oh no!" Red exclaimed.
"Dale!" Red called out again over the radio. "The 'copter's taking off. You're going to have to go into the building and get Jerry and another dude." Red said. He shoved the walkie talkie back in his belt. Then, getting a running start, he would jump and try to grab hold of the helicopter skids.

Cranston recognized a suicide bomber when he saw one. He had seen too many as a Marine. "Hit the dirt!" he yelled then shot at the boys backpack.
Trump delenda est