And then the bullhorn cackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die
The Boomtown Rats - I Don't Like Mondays
Start Here.
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die
The Boomtown Rats - I Don't Like Mondays
Start Here.
"They're here," Korvan said, looking out the window as a number of headlights shined past him and into the now darkened house.
"Finally. I though Mr. Besaka's head was going to go bad on us," Hallan walked forward and looked out the window, "Wow, they brought alot of people."
"You were counting on that weren't you?" Korvan looked amused as Hallan leaned back.
"They aren't Serpentis. They work for 'em, but they're just small timers," Hallan sighed, "This is as far as I can go up the ladder," He pulled out his gun and checked it's chamber, "And yeah, I was hopin' they'd bring everybody,"
"So, feel like keeping count?" Korvan pulled out his mono-filament blade and twirled it in his hand as he grinned.
"I use a gun. You use that?" Hallan asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Deal,"
Hallan opened the door to the front yard, where over forty people were getting out of their cars. They all walked towards a rather stocky man with a huge snake tatoo running from his chest to his back. He wore no shirt, and carried a length of chain, spinning it as Hallan and Korvan approached.
"Kor," Hallan whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I need his head too,"
The man with the chain spoke up rather loudly, "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Uhm, what does it look like?" Hallan asked rather sarcastically.
"It looks like," The man with the chain continued, "You just killed a bunch of my boys, robbed their house, stole a bunch of boosters, and now you're in deep shit,"
"Kinda," Hallan said, running his hand along the handle of the gun on his hip.
"What'd I miss?" The man was wrapping the chain around his left hand as he spoke.
"Well one: we didn't rob the house yet. Two: we won't be stealing any boosters. Three: We're not in any kind of trouble. Four, and I believe this one to be the most important: I've got your dealer's head in a nanite bag," Hallan held up the bag and smiled softly.
Korvan flicked his blade out as the tatoo'd man rushed towards them. Hallan took careful aim with his pistol and said in a very even tone, "Well. Lets get to work,".
"Finally. I though Mr. Besaka's head was going to go bad on us," Hallan walked forward and looked out the window, "Wow, they brought alot of people."
"You were counting on that weren't you?" Korvan looked amused as Hallan leaned back.
"They aren't Serpentis. They work for 'em, but they're just small timers," Hallan sighed, "This is as far as I can go up the ladder," He pulled out his gun and checked it's chamber, "And yeah, I was hopin' they'd bring everybody,"
"So, feel like keeping count?" Korvan pulled out his mono-filament blade and twirled it in his hand as he grinned.
"I use a gun. You use that?" Hallan asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Deal,"
Hallan opened the door to the front yard, where over forty people were getting out of their cars. They all walked towards a rather stocky man with a huge snake tatoo running from his chest to his back. He wore no shirt, and carried a length of chain, spinning it as Hallan and Korvan approached.
"Kor," Hallan whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I need his head too,"
The man with the chain spoke up rather loudly, "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Uhm, what does it look like?" Hallan asked rather sarcastically.
"It looks like," The man with the chain continued, "You just killed a bunch of my boys, robbed their house, stole a bunch of boosters, and now you're in deep shit,"
"Kinda," Hallan said, running his hand along the handle of the gun on his hip.
"What'd I miss?" The man was wrapping the chain around his left hand as he spoke.
"Well one: we didn't rob the house yet. Two: we won't be stealing any boosters. Three: We're not in any kind of trouble. Four, and I believe this one to be the most important: I've got your dealer's head in a nanite bag," Hallan held up the bag and smiled softly.
Korvan flicked his blade out as the tatoo'd man rushed towards them. Hallan took careful aim with his pistol and said in a very even tone, "Well. Lets get to work,".
Good stuff, as always.
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