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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4531176" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Fortress: Part 4 – What Shall We Do About Sarah?</strong></p><p></p><p>"Stall," hissed Jim-Bean to Caprice out of the corner of his mouth.</p><p> </p><p>Caprice practically blazed fire from his eyes at Sarah. "You're a f(*#$ing COP? You BITCH!" He slapped her across the face and she went down, hard. </p><p> </p><p>To her credit, Sarah kept her eyes averted and her hair down over her face -- Caprice had barely tapped her, but she sold it.</p><p> </p><p>Caprice grabbed her by the hair. "You know what, TC? I'm gonna throw this bitch off the roof."</p><p> </p><p>Machete cackled. "You hardcore, baby. I like your style. Let's do it!"</p><p> </p><p>They started sauntering up towards the stairwell. </p><p> </p><p>"It's a new world order," said Machete, strutting his way down the hallway. "Mister DEA thinks he can infiltrate my operation? $#!t, he's been watching us for months, couldn't get anybody on the inside. Well we showed him, huh Sluggy?"</p><p> </p><p>Sluggy responded with a deep, grumbling laugh.</p><p> </p><p>"Showed him how, exactly?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p> </p><p>Hammer had a horrible thought. "Where's Janky?"</p><p> </p><p>Machete grinned. "Doin' my business. Mister DEA's gonna learn not to mess with the MacheTAH!" He kicked open the door and then, as if he were a proper gentlemen, held it open with a bow for Caprice.</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean's cistron vibrated. He snuck a peak. </p><p> </p><p>"RAID ON," said Tourville's message. Jim-Bean knew what that meant. Machete wasn't bluffing and neither was Tourville. </p><p> </p><p>Caprice dragged Sarah up the steps onto the roof. The muggy heat of Miami enveloped them.</p><p> </p><p>"Find me a place where she ain't gonna catch on anything," said Caprice. "I want this to HURT."</p><p> </p><p>He shot Jim-Bean a glance. They were running out of time.</p><p> </p><p>Fortunately, Machete and Sluggy's attention was focused on Caprice. He tapped back a response. </p><p> </p><p>"Shoot me in the shoulder." He knew Tourville's men had taken position somewhere out there, and it most assuredly included snipers. "In one minute."</p><p> </p><p>"I'll deal with this hussy," said Jim-Bean. He twisted the handle on his walking stick and slowly drew the blade. "Falling is too good for her."</p><p> </p><p>Caprice snickered, but Jim-Bean knew he was nervous. "Be my guest."</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean grabbed Sarah by the hair. Her lip was starting to swell up from being roughed up, even though Caprice was pulling his punches. She was scared but still in control.</p><p> </p><p>"You're not seriously going to--" she began to whisper.</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean didn't give her a chance to prepare. With a flash, he sliced her forehead with the edge of the blade. It was a shallow wound, but in the sticky Miami heat combined with her sweat, it looked much worse than it was. An old American wrestling trick.</p><p> </p><p>Sarah shrieked. Jim-Bean knew it was real. "And now let's see if you can fly!" He grabbed her by the back of the neck and started marching her towards the edge of the roof.</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean was desperately trying to come up with another means of stalling when a bolt of lightning tore through his shoulder.</p><p> </p><p>The sniper was good. It tore through muscle without hitting bone and went out the other side. That didn't stop his body from going into shock. The blast spun him around and suddenly he couldn't feel anything. He caught a glimpse of the moon, the top of the roof, the moon again, and then the roof rushed at him. </p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean was treated to the image of the huge Sluggy trying to flatten himself on the roof, which made him look a bit like a walrus flapping around on an ice floe. The other agents followed dove for cover.</p><p> </p><p>Gunfire echoed through Miami. The roar of a heavy vehicle was followed by the shudder of a battering ram tearing through the front gate. Jim-Bean could feel the impact through his cheek.</p><p> </p><p>"$#!T!" shouted Machete. "It's a raid for real!"</p><p></p><p>Everyone scrambled for the stairs, including the other agents. Left alone with only the sounds of gunfire and screams to accompany her, Sarah carefully clambered down the fire escape.</p><p></p><p>A pool of blood spread out from Jim-Bean’s body.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4531176, member: 3285"] [b]The Fortress: Part 4 – What Shall We Do About Sarah?[/b] "Stall," hissed Jim-Bean to Caprice out of the corner of his mouth. Caprice practically blazed fire from his eyes at Sarah. "You're a f(*#$ing COP? You BITCH!" He slapped her across the face and she went down, hard. To her credit, Sarah kept her eyes averted and her hair down over her face -- Caprice had barely tapped her, but she sold it. Caprice grabbed her by the hair. "You know what, TC? I'm gonna throw this bitch off the roof." Machete cackled. "You hardcore, baby. I like your style. Let's do it!" They started sauntering up towards the stairwell. "It's a new world order," said Machete, strutting his way down the hallway. "Mister DEA thinks he can infiltrate my operation? $#!t, he's been watching us for months, couldn't get anybody on the inside. Well we showed him, huh Sluggy?" Sluggy responded with a deep, grumbling laugh. "Showed him how, exactly?" asked Jim-Bean. Hammer had a horrible thought. "Where's Janky?" Machete grinned. "Doin' my business. Mister DEA's gonna learn not to mess with the MacheTAH!" He kicked open the door and then, as if he were a proper gentlemen, held it open with a bow for Caprice. Jim-Bean's cistron vibrated. He snuck a peak. "RAID ON," said Tourville's message. Jim-Bean knew what that meant. Machete wasn't bluffing and neither was Tourville. Caprice dragged Sarah up the steps onto the roof. The muggy heat of Miami enveloped them. "Find me a place where she ain't gonna catch on anything," said Caprice. "I want this to HURT." He shot Jim-Bean a glance. They were running out of time. Fortunately, Machete and Sluggy's attention was focused on Caprice. He tapped back a response. "Shoot me in the shoulder." He knew Tourville's men had taken position somewhere out there, and it most assuredly included snipers. "In one minute." "I'll deal with this hussy," said Jim-Bean. He twisted the handle on his walking stick and slowly drew the blade. "Falling is too good for her." Caprice snickered, but Jim-Bean knew he was nervous. "Be my guest." Jim-Bean grabbed Sarah by the hair. Her lip was starting to swell up from being roughed up, even though Caprice was pulling his punches. She was scared but still in control. "You're not seriously going to--" she began to whisper. Jim-Bean didn't give her a chance to prepare. With a flash, he sliced her forehead with the edge of the blade. It was a shallow wound, but in the sticky Miami heat combined with her sweat, it looked much worse than it was. An old American wrestling trick. Sarah shrieked. Jim-Bean knew it was real. "And now let's see if you can fly!" He grabbed her by the back of the neck and started marching her towards the edge of the roof. Jim-Bean was desperately trying to come up with another means of stalling when a bolt of lightning tore through his shoulder. The sniper was good. It tore through muscle without hitting bone and went out the other side. That didn't stop his body from going into shock. The blast spun him around and suddenly he couldn't feel anything. He caught a glimpse of the moon, the top of the roof, the moon again, and then the roof rushed at him. Jim-Bean was treated to the image of the huge Sluggy trying to flatten himself on the roof, which made him look a bit like a walrus flapping around on an ice floe. The other agents followed dove for cover. Gunfire echoed through Miami. The roar of a heavy vehicle was followed by the shudder of a battering ram tearing through the front gate. Jim-Bean could feel the impact through his cheek. "$#!T!" shouted Machete. "It's a raid for real!" Everyone scrambled for the stairs, including the other agents. Left alone with only the sounds of gunfire and screams to accompany her, Sarah carefully clambered down the fire escape. A pool of blood spread out from Jim-Bean’s body. [/QUOTE]
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