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Post by Commando on Apr 3, 2004 22:32:25 GMT -5
Commando sat in the room talking with his defense lawyer. Commando had a plan to cause trouble for his enemies and get him out of jail.
Commando- Bill, can you contact my old friends in the Italian mob. And my good buddies the Triads.
Bill- Huh?
Commando- Back before I was a cop, I had connections to these two gangs. I did a few odd jobs now and then in turn for cash. When I joined the police force, I promised to clear the names of these two gangs as long as they did not kill lots of innocents for no reason. They complied, knowing an ally in the police force is hard to get. I need you to tell mob bosses Gino Rosetti and Johnny Lee to bribe my jury and take out that filthy drug lord Vitalli in a drive-by. Can you do that Bill?
Bill- You got it commando.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 4, 2004 10:35:55 GMT -5
"Hey Enrique, you'd better not have ****ed up like you did last time. You planned that transaction, and your men screwed it all up! I hope this time you didn't invite the police," Da Bomb called to a lone Mexican, who was patting his clothes in seach for a lighter.
"Hey, I'm not the crazy Son of a ***** who drove an 18-wheeler here on rims," Enrique retorted, with a tone of amusement in his voice.
"And I'm not the ****ed up idiot who got hia men busted on a small drug transaction," Da Bomb shot back, clambering from the driver seat and strolling to his Mexican friend.
"Touche," came the reply as Enrique continued to search for a lighter for the cigar between his lips, "Hey, you got a lighter on you?" he finally asked.
There was no verbal response, but Da Bomb handed him what he wished. Enrique lit the cigar, and puffed joyfully on it as he inspected the weapons inside the container. "You got some good stuff 'ere, Bomb. I'm startin' to like you," Enrique complemented.
"Thanks," Da Bomb replied as he rubbed the stubble o his chin, "But I'm a busy man; I have to get onto my next assignment."
"Well, next time me meet I'll be sure to buy you a drink," Enrique advised in a good mood, "You up for a drinikn' contest some time?"
"Any time," Da Bomb answered as he strolled off to a pay phone, while his accomplices stole a car and drove off, back to Vivaldi's newfound safe house on the East end of the island. As he loped along, he counted the cash he had recieved for that night's work.
It was past midnight now; the starlight had vanished in a carpet of cloud, leaving only the feignt moon to light up the city. Da Bomb slid into the pay phone cubical, and dialed in the phone number of whoever had called him several days ago.
"Yes, what d'you want?" the person asked immediately.
"Yeah, you phoned me a short while ago; I was wondering if you are still good on your offer," da Bomb informed.
"Oh, Da Bomb, I see you have finally called. I was getting impatient; by the end of the week, you would have been in the morgue, if it had not been for this call. Anyway, I am still prepared to offer you employment, as long as you are loyal to me, and no one else," the person explained.
"I'm loyal to anyone, for the right price," Da Bomb responded.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of cash, but I want more. My sights are furthering, and my business is expanding; I am a hands on man; I don't like to sit around while my drones do my work for me, but I cannot do everything by myself. The cops are becoming more brutal by the day, and I cannot allow myself to be arrested - under any circumstances."
"I understand. But I think we should meet in person - whoever you are," he advised, not totally trusting whoever was on the phone.
"Fine. Go to the Cafe Suprìs tomrrow night and 9."
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Post by Commando on Apr 4, 2004 11:20:14 GMT -5
After debate, debate, debate, it was time for the jury to vote. Commando hoped his mobster friends bribes had worked, for he would know soon enough. If he was guilty, he might even get the death penalty. Commando gulped as the jury stood up and said "We the jury find commando innocent of all charges." The courtroom burst into excitement as the prosecution screamed madly that commando was guilty. A guard took commandos handcuffs off and commando strolled out of the courthouse to his police cruiser, which had been sitting here for sometime. Over by his cruiser were two men, one Italian and one Chinese. Commando walked up and greeted them.
Commando- Gino, Johnny, thanks for the help.
Gino- No problem commando, you just keep your end of the bargain.
Johnny- Yeah, what he said.
Commando- Well, I'm not going to let either of you get away with murdering civilians or dealing drugs or whatnot, but feel free to kill any other criminals you want. I'll erase the records myself. As a matter of fact I think you two should kill that Mexican drug lord Vivaldi. He seems to be a rival.
Gino- Well, we never liked the guy anyway. But didn't your SWAT team already put him out of buiseness?
Commando- Sort of, but my team is suspended from raids for the next two weeks. And it would be less suspicious if the mob or triads killed him. And kill this guy too.
Commando handed each of the criminals a picture of Da Bomb.
Commando- This guy was at a drug deal and on Vivaldi cruise ship. I think he knows too much. But you two should get outta here before my police buddies come out. And remember, I want Vivaldi dead.
The two bosses nodded and walked away. Commando knew his methods bordered on corruption, but in the end everyone would be able to tell commando was doing this for the good of society. But until then, Commando would continue to use any method to take down the Cartel and Vivaldi's empire of crime.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 4, 2004 16:29:38 GMT -5
Da Bomb had kept himself on the edge for so long, even a walk through an innocent street was an uncomfortable experience; he eyed each person with a certain amount of paranoia, keeping at least one of his hands touching his gun butt at all times.
Vivaldi - I'm not sure what to do anymore, Da Bomb
Da Bomb - I think you should cut back on these walks in the public. The police could be watching you.
Vivaldi - Didn't you hear? Commando and everyone who knows about us was taken off the case, and Commando was arrested for brutality. I tell ya, I felt so much safer when he was in that courtroom, squirming in front of the judge.
Da Bomb - That was televised?
Vivaldi - Every minute
Da Bomb - Well, apparently you didn't hear that Commando was released earlier today.
Vivaldi - What? There was so muxh evidence piled against him!
Da Bomb - Ssh, keep quiet. I don't want to attract attention.
Vivaldi - Da Bomb, you are to cautious. I have been in this business a long time, and I realize that you must be cautious at times, but you seem so serious about it all.
Da Bomb - I've lasted long enough the way I have
Vivaldi - So have I
In the distance, Da Bomb heard the screeching of tyres. Vivaldi shrugged it off, but his bodyguard listened attentively, and uncomfortably, Suddnely, a truck flew around the corner, screeched down the street, and toward Vivaldi. Once close enough, an Italian, r some European wound down the window, emptied a clip of 9mm rounds in the general direction of Vivaldi, and then sped off inside the truck.
Da Bomb pulled his boss to the floor as soon as the bullets began to fly; as he hit the ground, out came his pistol, which began to blast at the truck, riddling its sides. As it ripped around another corner, Da Bomb looked down at Vivaldi. Bllod was streaming from his legs, shoulder, hands and stomach. The wounded crime lord began to pant heavily, struggling for air as his lungs filled with blood.
Da Bomb - S**t! Call an ambulence! Da**it!
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 4, 2004 16:52:17 GMT -5
Vivaldi, with sunked eyes, raised his eyelid with great effort, but squitned shortly in the bright light above. As his pupils dialated accordingly, he looked up, and found himself in a hospital; all around him were various machines pumping plasma into his system, testing his heart rate, and helping him breathe. He was almost on the brink of tears, for it was pitiful to find himself being stuck on a life support machine. That was no way of life for a crime lord.
As Vivaldi began to glance around the room, he found a familiar face before him. Da Bomb, clad in a white medical outfit, stood above, holding a report of Vivaldi's injuries.
Vivaldi - Da.....da bomb.......my God, what- what are you doing here?
Da Bomb - I managed to take out a doctor and take his clothes.
Vivaldi - But why?
Da Bomb - I have locked the door. The police won't get in.
Vivaldi - Why must you ignore....my questions?
Da Bomb - Vivaldi, so far, you have payed me adequately, and have treated me well. But, a man needs to grow beyond such confines. I want to become known, Vivaldi, I want to be rich, famous, and a martyr to all those who look up on me.
Vivaldi - You have gone mad, DB.
Da Bomb - (Getting angry) And what you you know you ****ing fool? Huh? Do you know what it is like, to have to slave away over some rich bastard, just to see a small pay check in the mail?
Vivaldi - Da Bomb....I...I don't know what you are talking about?
Da Bomb - I sick of this bull****, Vivaldi. I want to be known; I want to be hated by every single cop out there; I want to be the nightmares of every scrweaming babe, and every weeping lady. I want to be known!
Vivaldi - I can make you famous, but I need information.
Da Bomb - You just don't get it? You heard that message I got! I'm sure you know of kidgame; well, I have been offered a position on this island, and I'm gonna take it!
Vivaldi - You mean you are going to stab me in the back. I tell ya, I still have money!
Da Bomb - Shutup! Just shut the **** up! Kid wants me to take out the police on this island, and cripple the competition. How can I say no to an offer like that? My face will be on every paper, and my bullets in each and every police officer's skull.
Vivaldi - My god, you have gone mad.
Da Bomb - Maybe, Vivaldi, maybe. But at least I'm not kept alive by a piece of machinery. Tell me, what would happen if the machine should....malfunction.
Vivaldi - No, please Da Bomb...
Da Bomb - I'm sorry Vivaldi.
Vivaldi - Look, however much kid is paying you to kill me, I'll double it! Triple it!
Da Bomb - I wasn't paid to kill you, Vivaldi. I wasn't even asked. I just thought I may as well get rid of those in the way.
As Da Bomb strolled over to the cardio-shock machine, to be used in case of heart attacks. Vivaldi grabbed his sleeve, and attempted to stop the traitourous bodyguard, but Da Bomb shoved the old man down, heated up the electric device, and prepared to grow from a small time criminal to a well known murderer. This was his first step.
Vivaldi - No! No!
Da Bomb - Sorry, Vivaldi. Your time is up.
As Da Bomb slammed the electrical instruments onto the chest of Vivaldi, and shouter "clear" mockingly, an electric shock ripped through Vivaldi, and another, Da Bomb continued to used the cardio-shock machine, until Vivaldi lay limply on his bed, blood oozing from old scars from the electricity. As the heart monitor stopped, Da Bomb took off his dcotors outfit, and escaped from the building.
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Post by Commando on Apr 4, 2004 17:08:37 GMT -5
Commando laughed histerically as an ambulence call was sent out for vivaldi. He heard it all from his cruiser. Naturally, commando rushed to the location before anyone else so he could murder the crime lord and Da Bomb without being seen by other cops. Commando hit his siren and sped full speed down the mean city streets. His Italian buddies had done their job well, he thought. Commando sped past an 18 wheeler and drove down an alleyway to take a shortcut. He had to beat that ambulence. Finally he could see vivaldi in a pool of blood, and Da bomb next to him. Commando stuck his shotgun out the window and pulled the trigger, blowing Vivaldi's face to pieces. Da Bomb turned and ran as fast as he could, sending a few shots backwards at commando's police car. Commando put another shell in his shotgun and was about to fire when the ambulence drove up. Commando sped off before he was seen, leaving Vivaldi dead and Da Bomb alone and on the run.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 4, 2004 21:50:20 GMT -5
A stitch throbbed in Da Bomb's torso as he sprinted from the scene of the crime, as several police cars persued. He cursed between pants, knowing that he was in dire trouble, but he could not help but break into laughter as he recollected the events of Vivaldi's death. He just wushed he could do it again.
He naviagated through a narrow alley, throwing trash cans and people in the way of the lone police car behind, attepmting to gain an edge on the tireless, faster pursuer. As Da Bomb began to reach the end of the alley, he immediately stopped laughing, and looked in terror as he hit a dead end. The police car began showed no signs of deceleration, so Da Bomb decided it best to continue running, and hope for the best. As he reached the firm brick wall at the end of the alley, and glanced around the vicinity for a door, or a window. Anything. But, he was surrounded by pure brick and mortar; there was no getting out of this.
The car approached at a lessened, but still high speed, until it was almost on top of its target. Da Bomb suddenly jumped up, properlled himself backward by kicking the wall in mid air, and landed on the bonnet of the car. As the astounded officers searched for their guns, Da Bomb walked up onto the roof of the car, and fired directly downward with his last few pistol shots, riddling the cops.
But, as he heard yet more sirens, Da Bomb bolted back down the alleyway, after removing the shotgun from the cop car, and continued his escape. As he returned back to the streets, several police gathered behind, and through the megaphones ontop of each car came the words, "Time to die, little man!". Da Bomb whirled around, to see not officers driving the police cars, but Italians. DB shook his head, feeling the situation could not get worse, but unfortunately, it did.
The police sped up, until they were almost hitting into DB. As several cars fored a form of wall behind Da Bomb, several other cars began to flank on the sides. Suddenly, a Ferrari shot around the corner, and smashed into a flanking car. As Da Bomb fired several shotgun blasts at the pursuers, someone pulled him into the passenger seat of the Ferarri, and then sped off.
"Lucky I found you," the person informed, "You should try to stay out of trouble when the heat is on."
"Who the hell are you?"
"KidGame, at your service, Da Bomb. What have you been doing since we last spoke?"
"I had a medical appointment," Da Bomb lied.
"Stealing the pills? Taking morphine?" kid asked, enjoying the ride as wind tore at their faces.
"Visiting an old friend," Da Bomb answered, seating himself properly in the car and regaining his breath.
"I see. Well, I'll hide you until those cops stop looking; I have a small bar down town where I enjoy visiting at times. Don't worry, the staff there will tell the cops anything is they are "tipped" enough," kid advised, lowering his speed and navigating around a corner.
"Thanks. I owe you one."
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Post by Kid Game on Apr 5, 2004 12:51:39 GMT -5
"Sure, no problem" kid replied.
Kid had rescued his new ally Da Bomb from a near death situation. Kid had maneuvered his Ferrari to one of the bars he owned in town. It was a good place where the workers would say anything to the police as long as they were paid to do so.
Within a few minutes they were at the parking lot for the bar. Kid and Da Bomb got out of the vehicle and went into the bar. They took a seat at the counter and ordered a vodka martini. They took a menu to and decided what to eat and meanwhile they were talking business.
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Post by Commando on Apr 5, 2004 13:52:59 GMT -5
Commando sat in his police car and laughed histerically. He had murdered Vivaldi and had the Italian mafia working for him trying to track down Da Bomb. The famed Italian mafia, at the control of a cop like commando. Commando liked the sound of it. Suddeny his walkie talkie crackled. Commando picked it up and listened to the radio. His police comrades had found some evidence from where Da Bomb had dissapeared. A card, to a club owned by a certain kidgame. Kidgame. Commando knew kidgame was a veteran criminal. Commando, in all his years n the police force, had killed kids old partner and arrested many of kids thugs. Kidgame hated commando, and had even tried to kill him before by firing a rocket at commandos police cruiser. Commando had dodged it, and then put a bullet in kids shoulder. But somehow kid had survived. And if Da bomb and kid were working together, who both loathed commando, then the road ahead was full of trouble.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 5, 2004 14:01:39 GMT -5
Kid - I can tell you are a man of business, Da Bomb, so I will save the chit-chat and small talk.
Da Bomb - I prefer to keep things formal at all times, but you can learn a lot from simply talking. But anyway, what did you wish to talk about?
Kid - As I told you on the phone, I want to gain total control over this island, by any means neccessary. I will take down anyone; police, civilians, crime lords, anyone, as long as I benefit from it. You know of the large drug/weapon trade that appears on this island.
Da Bomb - Yes. The airport and the docks make great places to smuggle items to this location, and the fact that many wealthy people live here makes it even more profitable.
Kid - Good. Though I control much of the trade today, there are still many who stand in my way; small time dealers who sll drugs on the street, and crime syndicates who gain millions of profits each months; profts that I want.
Da Bomb - So you want me to kill them all
Kid - Not just them. Having many people dealing and buying the weapons and drugs makes it much harder for the police to find us. If it was just me, they would soon catch on.
Da Bomb - So you want me to take out the entire police force?
Kid - Yes. Once they are gone, I can murder whomever I want with ease, and finally capture the island for myself.
Da Bomb - More police will come.
Kid - Yes, but while they arrange to send more forces to this island, we change the police records.
Da Bomb - And so they will never find us. But why me?
Kid - I have observed you for a long while, and I believe you could be an asset for me, especially when taking out my enemies. You are no simple grunt; you have much more experience and talent than that. I am offering you a hefty sum to do as I wish.
Da Bomb - I see. So, when does this operation start?
Kid - It already has. But, we attack the police tomorrow. Until then, get some rest, and prepare for a lot of bloodshed.
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Post by Commando on Apr 5, 2004 14:24:44 GMT -5
Commando drove back to the police station and wrote a report about the evidence of kidgame and Da Bomb working together. In his report, commando suggested to Chief Morris that commando be allowed to re-assemble his infamous SWAT team and attack kids club. He finally finsihed writing, and put the paper on the chiefs empty desk. It was 10:30 PM and many of the officers had gone home. Commando and a few other cops were still in the building, mostly ones that worked for him. Commando walked into the empty forensics lab and placed the club buiseness card in a bag if the evidence was ever needed. Hopefully in the future the police chief would become more agressive and let Commando do what he did best. Kill lots of criminals.
Meanwhile Gino and his Italians sat in the large warehouse loading their Uzi's, AK-47s, MP-5s, Berreta's, Magnums, rocket launchers, and shotguns full of ammo. This had gotten personal for them. Da Bomb and kid had killed some of their brothers, and the Italians wanted revenge. Commando had carefully removed the evidence of the Italian attack against Vivaldi from the data, and Gino thanked him. The Italians also respected commando very much for personally murdering Vivaldi. He was the one cop they liked. The Italians were much more civilised than kid, and so never killed cops. Commando had given Gino the name of the club, and the Italians were planning to attck tommorow. "Get ready guys!" yelled Gino as he put a magnum in his jacket. "Tommorows gonna be a dy to remember!"
Commando for some reason was afraid of going home that night. Kid and Da Bomb working together disturbed the veteran police officer. Commando spent the nght at the police station in a sleeping bag in his office. The next day he woke up and got straight to work.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 5, 2004 17:26:28 GMT -5
"A squad of only twelve, kid? You seem to enjoy risk, don't you?" Da Bomb asked, loading up a Walther PP9.
"12 is all we need," kid shot back as he secured his bullet proof vest, "But we must be careful nonetheless."
"Hah! We're gunna ice those bastards!" commented a burly member of kid's team as he fitted his balaclava on, "We'll show 'em what we're made of!"
"This is a test, isn't it kid?" Da Bomb questioned once more, "You are placing me against the odds, to see how I fare."
"Partially yes; I indeed want to test you, but the shortage of men is also because i have assinged a few individuals to start robbing stores and collecting more firearms," kid replied as his team dispatched just outside the station.
"You are crazy aren't you?" Da Bomb analyzed as he switched on his wrist flashlight.
6 of the twelve men aurrounded the building, and sabotaged each police vehicle, while the others sneaked inside the building.
"What the....." cursed the desk receptionist as the 6 men strolled in casually. He was about to activate the silent alarm under his desk, but was blasted out of his chair by a silenced pistol.
"You two, carry him into the shadows," kid ordered, "Th rest of you, split into pairs and fan out. Kill on sight, but try to remain inconspicuous," he advised as he turned off his flashlight.
There were few officers in the building at the time; they were still working long into the night, taking calls and attempting to crack the most recent murder case; either way, they seemed unaware of the impending danger that surrounded them. Kid wanted to keep it that way.
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Post by Commando on Apr 5, 2004 17:35:18 GMT -5
Commando was bored and playing a round of counter-strike on his laptop in his office. Once he died he shut the game off, walked out of his office, and greeted two officers in the room next door playing poker. Commando was a little tired and went downstairs to the lobby to get himself a cup of coffee. When commando walked down the stairs, something eeiree was haapening. Their was no one down there, and the desk receptionist was missing. Commando withdrew his 9mm pistol and approached the desk. He saw a bloodstain on the seat and more blood on the keyboard of his computer. Commando cursed and hit the silent alarm under the desk. Then he took out his cellphone and quickly called Chief Morris at his house; someone evil was in the station.
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Post by Kid Game on Apr 6, 2004 9:32:50 GMT -5
Unfortunatly for commando he didn't notice that the wires for the silent alarm were cut therefore the alarm never went off and nobody was notified. He was still suspicious though. Kid's troops had so far successfully infiltrated the building and only commando knew that something was up.
Commando got his cup of coffee but unfortunatly afterwards he had to go to the mens room. He walked in and in one of the stalls there was a pool of blood. He opened the stall and found the dead body of the receptionist. He checked for a pulse but she was indeed dead. Commando pressed the alarm button but nothing happened. He inspected it closer and saw that the wires were cut. There were intruders in the building and the alarm system was down. Commando had to notify his fellow police officers. He ran for the door to exit the mens room but as it reached for the handle he heard it click signifying that it was locked shut.
"We have commando trapped in the bathroom. The door is locked. Set the proximity mines just in case he gets out. If he escapse he will be blown to smithereens." commando heard a voice say as he heard footsteps walking away. Unfortunatly commando had left his walkie talkie in the other room upstairs and was helpless. He was now trapped in the room with no means of escape. His only roommate was a dead body of the receptionist. He had to think of a way out but how? If he somehow unlocked the door and got out the mines would blow up and kill him. There were also no windows in the room so he couldn't sneak out. He needed to get someones attention.
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Post by Commando on Apr 6, 2004 13:39:50 GMT -5
Commando looked above himself and saw a vent. He pried it open and climbed in. So far he was safe. Commando crawled through the vent and kicked open an exit, entering the robbery/homicide section of the police department. Inside were 7 other officers sitting at computers or talking on phones. "Get up! We are under attack! This is no drill!" shouted commando to the other officers. They all immediatly took out their walkie-talkies and radioded all the cops in the station. Next they all took out 9mm pistols and proceeded out the door to the armoury, where they could get SWAT equipment and weapons. They just had to make it there in time.
Meanwhile Italian Mob boss Gino arrived at kids club with his gang. They entered casually and suddenly opened fire on all the people inside. Everyone was gunned down in an instant. The only armed person was the bartender, who took a revolver out of his shoe and ducked below the counter to dodge an Italian's spray of bullets that shattered all the glass bottles behind him. Gino took out a smoke grenade and threw it behind the counter, casuing the armed bartender to run out, where an Italian mobster shot him through the chest with a magnum. The italians then put oil everywhere and set the club of kids on fire as they walked out smiling and joking like nothing had happened. Commando would be pleased, no doubt.
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Post by Commando on Apr 9, 2004 10:24:02 GMT -5
One of kids gangsters stood in an office holding an AK-47. Commando aimed his pistol at the enemies head and pulled the trigger, spattering blood all over the wall. Then he and the 7 other cops continued down the hall to the armoury. Along the way 5 more policemen joined them, creating a force of 13 all together. The group finally reached the nearby armoury and put on SWAT armor and grabbed M-16s and flashbangs, as well as extra ammo. They loaded up their weapons and proceed downstairs to defend the police station.
Meanwhile the usual police force arrived at 6:00 for duty. As they pulled nto the parking lot kids gangsters in the lobby opened fire, destroying the police car windsheilds and killing 1 or 2 unlucky cops. The police offficers outside barricaded themselves behind cars and returned fire with 9mm pistols or Remington shotguns.
Commandos SWAT team rn down the staird\s to the lobby and opened fire on kids unsuspecting gangsters, killing them all in an insant. The others outside thanked them, and they all met in the lobby. Now all they had to do was find kid and DB.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 9, 2004 17:19:21 GMT -5
Da Bomb walked casually through the police station, a shotgun in each hand, firing into each police officer's cubical. Glass shattered and screams added to the terrifying atmosphere as Da Bomb blasted at everyone he saw, smashing them back into the wall, their chest cavities ripped apart having been bombarded by a shotgun shell. Shot were fired at him, but his continuous fire swiftly took down all adversaires on the floor. As he smoking shotguns fired their final shots, da Bomb dropped them on the blood-stained floor, and wrenched out two dual Uzis from his pockets. He was going to join kid.
The aforementioned kid was busy attempting to dispatch several officers hiding inside the armoury. They had plenty of arour and ammunition, but they knew that any minute they might be hit by a stray bullet. They continued to bombard kid withbullets, but he hid around the corner, sending several bursts toward the police every few seconds. Suddenly, the doors to the stair well flew open, and a small smoke grenade hurled toward the armoury. As kid began to cough in the thick, choking smoke, Da Bomb emerged from the stairs, rolled to the entrance of the armoury, and riddled all inside with his Uzi clips. As the smoke cleared, kid trotted over and reloaded his shotgun.
"How many more floors have we got to go?" Da Bomb asked, slapping in a clip into his current firearm.
"Not many, but there are apparently numerous cops outside. I lost all contact with my accomplices a minute or so ago," kid answered, planting his shotgun back into a holster on his back and pulling out an MP5.
"Good. I think we should pay them a visit."
Da Bomb and kid emerged on the top of the building, and glanced down at the blue and red lights flashing below. Kid smiled as he stood up, and rained down several clips of MP5 bullets onto the vehicles below. The cops rushed into cover, and began to fire. As kid jumped down onto his stomach and watched the bullets fly above him, Da Bomb pulled an incendiary grenade from his belt, ripped out the pin, and threw it downwards with anger. The phosphor-based grenade exploded, and dispersed a mass of flame over an unfortunate officer and his squadron car. The vehicle exploded in the heat, sending flaming metal shards showering over the police on the ground. In retaliation, the cops began to fire sniper rifles at their two targets, but still hit nothing.
"We can't stay here for much longer, kid," Da Bomb shouted, to be heard over the piercing blasts of the rifles.
"Don't worry, i have a plan!" kid fired back.
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Post by Commando on Apr 10, 2004 8:49:03 GMT -5
Commando put his M16 barrel on the wounded gangsters chest and told him to stand up and walk outside. The prisoner obeyed, and walked into the parkinglot, where kid and Da Bomb were shooting at police from the roof. Commando grabbed the gangster as a human sheild and began yelling up at kid.
Commando- Kid, you're not going to get away with this. If I don't kill you myself these guys or the Italians will.
Kid- Oh, hi there commando. I still haven't forgotten about our last encounter.
Commando- Are you even listening to me? Just surrender and make this easy on yourselves.
Da Bomb- I haven't forgotten our last encounter either commando. You're going to pay for what you did to Vivaldi.
Commando- You're going to pay for what you're doing right now!
With that commando put his M16 over the hostages shoulder and opened fire on the crooks. One bullet his kid in the shin, he knelt down in agony. Da Bomb helped kid get out of the line of fire as the other cops shot at them and the SWAT team headed for the roof. Commando turned around to his hostage and said "I have no more use for you" and pumped him full of bullets in front of the other officers. The other cops said they never saw it and then re-aimed their guns at the roof, waiting for anything.
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Post by DaBomb on Apr 10, 2004 16:36:15 GMT -5
You're going to pay for what you did to Vivaldi.
Huh?
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As Da Bomb helped kid behind a large, metal power box, the SWAT team burst onto the roof and immediately began to fire. Bullets ripped through da Bomb's forearm, shoulder and stomach before kid wrenched him into cover. As the SWAT team dispersed, kid picked up his MP5, shin bleeding hideously, and began firing blindly. The bullets pinned down the SWAT members, as kid picked up his radio with one hand and called for aid.
"Marcus! Marcus, they have us trapped!" kid screamed down the phone, "Those f**kers have us trapped on the police station. Get the chopper down here!"
"Ok! I'm a comin'!" Marcus replied, summoning several thugs to join him on the flight, "Be there in five!"
Kid threw the radio down in anger, dropped his MP5, and took out 2 magnums from hip holsters. He dived from out the cover of the metal power box, riddling an officer as he emptied every chamber of the firearm. As he landed, he yelped in pain as his shin throbbed once more, but managed to pull his last incendiary grenade from his pocket, and hurl it toward the remainder of the team. As the SWAT members dived from the blast, Da Bomb, with his uninjured left arm, blasted with his Uzi, taking down several more officers, and one who had been set alight.
As the SWAT officers regained their composure and found more cover, da Bomb leapt back into cover, and slid his extra Uzi to kid, who had crawled over to a gap between the protruding doorway and the wall. There, he pressed his cheek against the doorway, hiding from the police down below, and gradually looked around for targets.
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Post by Commando on Apr 10, 2004 16:41:54 GMT -5
heh, remember I murdered him
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