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Post by Silas on Jul 11, 2007 12:34:34 GMT -5
"Yeah. Might help us locate another druggie to cash in." Rheiuven replied, knowing that his paycheck more or less depended on information as well as fieldwork. He attached the mike to himself, and surveyed around the bar for the best locations that Telan might escape to.
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 12, 2007 9:03:13 GMT -5
Without another word, Suzar turned on the device, pointing it in the Druglord's direction, still able to view the bounty through a window.
"Boss, who's the contact?" One of Telan's henchmen asked. "Your on a need-to-know basis, a-" "I don't need to know, right?" the weasel cut in. "That's right, now shut up. If you weren't such a good metal man, then you smart-ass mouth would have gotten you killed hours after you were on with me. All you need to know is what he looks like- Always wearing a black suit, large, mirrored shades, and loafers. The thing that sticks out most, however, is a scar running down from the tip of the brow down to his chin. I want to know immedietly when he's here," Telan said before turning to another drink.
This conversation was a relatively valuable cache of information for the bounty hunters. First, this was a meeting place for him and another possible druglord; second, the other man was probably a nosy, if dangerous, individual; third, Telan was either planning to jump the contact, or the contact was dangerous himself, judging by the number of supposedly hidden beasts.
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Post by Silas on Jul 16, 2007 20:48:00 GMT -5
Rheiuven listened in, mentally jotting down the description for later use. He took the time to examine all the beasts outside the bar under that appearance. Now that they had an ear to the big-mouthed loser, this should prove to be easy.
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 20, 2007 12:13:11 GMT -5
"Hey, Rheiuven, Telan just got up and left the table. Do you think he's leaving, saw the contact, or just needs to use the Lav.?"
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Post by Silas on Jul 20, 2007 14:45:17 GMT -5
Rheiuven narrowed his eyes. "I think he's planning to kill off his contact. Drunk as he is, he wouldn't wanna be around when the bullets start flyin'." With his keen gaze Rheiuven could pick out their contact getting out of his car, and Telan's various cronies readying themelves. He also noticed that about half of those same cronies drifting off from their seats, possibly to guard their leader. Now they had two main targets, and eleven minor ones that all looked stupid-yet-dangerous with assorted wapons in paw.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jul 22, 2007 18:00:44 GMT -5
"Wish that darn punk Telan would take his business else where." mumbled Bill as he looked over the top of the classifieds of the newspaper he was reading. "At it again, huh? 'E still owes me money." skoffed Sigrun as she truned to see that Telan and his gang were up to no good once again. As she skanned the mostly deserted bar she saw Rheiuven but paid him no attention as she kept her eye on Telan. He owed her healthy sum, nigh on a grand...
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 22, 2007 20:03:39 GMT -5
"Should we go back to the car? I stashed some decent rifles we could use at long range in the trunk."
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Post by Silas on Jul 25, 2007 18:06:31 GMT -5
Rheiuven shook his head. "No time. The contact's already goin' in." He pointed a paw at the figure opening the door to the bar, stepping into the building. The squirrel began to get up and move for the bar, having a paw on the grip of his pistol but not pulling it out until he was sure he wasn't being observed himself. He gestured for Suzar to follow him in. They'd have to go in fast, and bag both of the targets before one was killed or the other escapes.
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 26, 2007 20:13:21 GMT -5
Suzar grunted his aknowledgement into his mike and jogged over to Rheiuven's side, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. He wasn't really a smoker, but this simple movement made it possible that he was reaching inside his coat for a lighter, rather than a high-powered modified pistol.
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Post by Silas on Jul 31, 2007 12:42:31 GMT -5
Rheiuven merely flipped the gun off safety before heading in as well, the contact already making his way to the bar. He could easily identify the gang members, and could've tried to shoot them all, but he wouldn't. Not yet. The air inside the bar was thick with cigarette smoke, but tension as well, pervading the room. Then, one of the gang members whipped out an AK-47 Spetz, the kind tha was scaled down to the point where it could fit in a coat. Rheiuven's pistol was already out before the gang member pulled the trigger.
Shown in the smoky light of the bar, Rheiuven's pistol was indeed futuristic, the green optic sight glowing as everything seemed to move in slo-mo. The squirrel exhaled and leveled the sight at the AK-wielding gang member, now identified as a ferret. He rattled off three rounds in full auto, Rheiuven shooting in between shots one and two, the bullet reaching him as the third shot leapt from the AK's shortened barrel to slam into the contact's back.
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Post by Cerridwen on Aug 1, 2007 0:19:57 GMT -5
Sigrun could feel the tension in the bar before things got ugly but she paid it now attention. She never thought it would result in an exchange in gunfire. "This isn't gonna be pretty. And I just patched up the holes from the last time." Bill said worriedly as the first shots rang out. "Last time?" Sigrun asked but Bill had already ducked behind the bar out of sight...
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 1, 2007 10:28:55 GMT -5
Suzar ran through the bar, beavertail safety off, and dove behind the bar just as a gang member rat with an uzi rattled off a Sustained burst at him, shattering the glasses on the bar and taking huge chunks out of the woodwork behind him. As soon as there was a lull in the firing, suzar popped out, and as soon as the orange dot from his fiber optic sight settled on the rat's chest, he pulled the trigger sending a round right through the rat's chest, straight into the wall behind the rat, now clutching at the gaping hole in his chest, just as the unfortunate beast was reloading. Suzar came out from behind the bar, firing shots at various gang members. A ferret, a stoat, and another rat went down before Suzar saw the weasel that was conversing with Telan, the supposedly good hitman. The weasel saw him too, and fired a thre round burst out of the MP5-K he was carrying.
Fortunately, from fifty feet away in a crowded bar, the spread was pretty wide, sending two rounds to his left and another to shatter the light above his head. the glass rained down, but it was near harmless, and all Suzar was paying attention to was setting the orange dot on the weasel's head. It seemed to happen in slow motion, as the orange dot finally rested on the weasel's head and Suzar squeezed off a single shot. Even the strobe flash seemed to appear in slo-mo. The shot was invisible, traveling at high velocity, but as it slammed into the weasel's skull, cracking the bone right between the eyes, the blood blossomed where the bullet entered the skull. As the body fell, a trail of red liquid followed the head to the ground.
"All right there, Rheiuven?" Suzar called over to his partner.
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Post by Silas on Aug 1, 2007 15:12:59 GMT -5
Rheiuven called over the sporadic gunfire, "Fantastic." He leapt up and fired twice more, catching another gang member in the torso with both bullets. Three beasts left. They had guns, but not the brains to use them. A stoat was shooting off rounds with his own unmodified 1911, apparently Telan's second-in-charge. Rheiuven took aim at the light fixture above the stoat, held his gun steady, and fired. The bullet tore through the wiring and the chain which held it up, dropping the heavy lamp on top of him. Rheiuven did something unexpected, to say the least. He ran from his cover over to the stoat, the two other gang members missing him by inches as he hopped over the table the stoat was behind, slamming his footpaw into the stoat's already-bruised head.
The stoat, now dazed from pain, shot wildly, missing the squirrel completely. Rheiuven then brought his pistol up again. Another shell came to the floor, as did the stoat, missing a chunk of his face. Rheiuven avoided the bloody puddle, and shot the rest of his magazine at the other two beasts, eliminating the first one quickly, while the other one popped out to shoot back. Rheiuven fired his last shot, locking back the slide and killing the gang member as he gripped onto the trigger, still firing it. A bullet grazed Rheiuven's forearm, a lucky shot. He did not feel pain from the wound until after the bar was silent, the gunfight now over. He got up from behind the overturned table, just now noticing his wound. He dumped the magazine out of his 1911, put in a new one, and hit the lever to chamber another round inside. He also picked up the old mag; he would still need it later. The fight only lasted for two minutes, an easy shootout for two experienced bounty hunters.
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Post by Cerridwen on Aug 1, 2007 19:11:57 GMT -5
As the rampad gun fire started to increase Sigrun wasted no time diving for cover. She did own a fire arm, a couple in fact but she rarely ever carried them with her. Sigrun dove for the opposite side of the bar, barely missing Bill who was cowering behind the heavy oak counter. "Sorry Bill." she said appalageticly from her prone position on the tiled floor between Bill and Suzar...
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 3, 2007 18:15:47 GMT -5
There was one beast that Rheiuven had missed, as had Suzar at first. A scarred weasel, a bullet wound in his left arm, was holding a SPAS12 Automatic at Rheuven's back, from a distance of ten feet. Suzar tried to shoot of four, but actually shot off three rounds automatically without aiming, the last pull of the trigger making a 'clank' as the slide fleb back, but no bullet came out. The first hit the handle of the shotgun, going through that and the holder's paw. The second clipped the already wounded left arm, and the third and final smashed through the fourth rib and the heart of the gang member, making him flinch with the final impact, then forcing the beast to the ground, already lifeless before his head hit the ground.
Suzar reloaded, pocketing the old magazine, inserting a new, then racking the slide again, ready to shoot again, but not seeing another enemy.
"Where's Telan?"
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