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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4720804" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>A Love in Need: Part 10 – What’s Up Doc?</strong></p><p></p><p>The three agents closed in on Room 9. The curtains were closed. </p><p></p><p>Archive covered the door with his pistol. Hammer grabbed a chair from one of the other rooms.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean rolled his eyes. “What are you doing, mate? It’s a bloody hotel room. It’s not that big!” </p><p></p><p>Hammer ignored him and hurled the chair through the glass window.</p><p></p><p>Glass shattered. Hammer caught a glimpse of Kliss, her arms and legs bound to a chair, her mouth covered with duct tape. There was a rope wrapped around the leg of the chair leading towards the door. Kliss shook her head violently, tears streaming from her eyes.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean grabbed the handle of the door. “We can just walk right through the front—“</p><p></p><p>“NO! WAIT!“ shouted Hammer.</p><p></p><p>A shotgun blast went off as Jim-Bean opened the door, spraying Kliss’ brains across the back wall. </p><p></p><p>“Holy Christ!” shouted Jim-Bean, staring down at the headless body of the Dr. Kliss. Blood spurted from her neck, the arms and legs still trembling.</p><p></p><p>“Damn it, Jimmy!” shouted Hammer. “When are you going to listen?”</p><p></p><p>Pistols raised, Hammer ducked around to check the bathroom when brick exploded around him. Two giant arms punched holes through the wall and, crumbling much of the bedroom foundation, yanked Hammer outside.</p><p></p><p>Hammer let out a yelp and fired his pistols at the huge thing. One giant hand wrapped around his face and slammed him against the wall. The world spun.</p><p></p><p>He snapped out of it as a shooting pain tore through his thigh. A huge metal spike pierced Hammer’s leg and nailed him to the brick wall.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean squeezed off a shot and then pressed himself against the bathroom wall. The giantess punched right through the wall to reach him. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was slammed against the fence on the other side of the wall. The hand, dirty and smelling of mud, slapped him back against the wall, holding him by the throat. He squirmed and then screamed as a spike was impaled through his torso. It would have killed a normal man.</p><p></p><p>That left Archive. He fired a careful shot from his Glock into the huge gorilla of a woman. She roared and charged right through the ruined wall at him. Archive barely had a chance to react before she slapped him down, then dragged him through the hole. </p><p></p><p>The telltale scream of agony meant that Archive had been pinned too, through the shoulder.</p><p></p><p>The wire fence that blocked the back of the motel was rent apart. Footsteps plodded away.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean came to. “What … she’s gone?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer clung to consciousness. He struggled to move and screamed again in pain as he wiggled a few inches up the metal spike. </p><p></p><p>Archive moaned. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly there was the blinding flash of two lights. Jim-Bean held up one hand. He knew he was in shock; it was so bright, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes.</p><p></p><p>Then he heard it. They all did. The sound of a truck’s engine thrumming to life.</p><p></p><p>“Oh no,” whispered Archive.</p><p></p><p>“Shoot,” coughed Hammer. “SHOOT!”</p><p></p><p>Archive and Jim-Bean fired blindly at the lights. </p><p></p><p>The engine roared closer. One of the lights went out but it was growing larger.</p><p></p><p>Click, click, click. They were out of bullets. </p><p></p><p>Hammer struggled to lift his Glocks. Taking careful aim, he fired at a spot above and to the side of the lights. </p><p></p><p>Flames erupted behind the lights. The hunched form of the driver was illuminated in hellish relief as the truck continued to barrel down towards them. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean clutched his Realizer in one hand and struggled to focus. The pain in his gut was enormous, and every time he breathed a new burst of hot fire ripped through his torso.</p><p></p><p>Focus!</p><p></p><p>He imagined the inside of the cab. And then he was there. She was dead all right, but it didn’t matter. Gravity would do the job for her.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean focused on the steering wheel. If he could just nudge it enough …</p><p></p><p>He strained, screaming with the exertion. The lights became so blinding that Jim-Bean lost his concentration. He could hear the roar of the flames and the bellowing engine—</p><p></p><p>And then the truck turned sharply, smashing through the wall just a few yards to their left.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4720804, member: 3285"] [b]A Love in Need: Part 10 – What’s Up Doc?[/b] The three agents closed in on Room 9. The curtains were closed. Archive covered the door with his pistol. Hammer grabbed a chair from one of the other rooms. Jim-Bean rolled his eyes. “What are you doing, mate? It’s a bloody hotel room. It’s not that big!” Hammer ignored him and hurled the chair through the glass window. Glass shattered. Hammer caught a glimpse of Kliss, her arms and legs bound to a chair, her mouth covered with duct tape. There was a rope wrapped around the leg of the chair leading towards the door. Kliss shook her head violently, tears streaming from her eyes. Jim-Bean grabbed the handle of the door. “We can just walk right through the front—“ “NO! WAIT!“ shouted Hammer. A shotgun blast went off as Jim-Bean opened the door, spraying Kliss’ brains across the back wall. “Holy Christ!” shouted Jim-Bean, staring down at the headless body of the Dr. Kliss. Blood spurted from her neck, the arms and legs still trembling. “Damn it, Jimmy!” shouted Hammer. “When are you going to listen?” Pistols raised, Hammer ducked around to check the bathroom when brick exploded around him. Two giant arms punched holes through the wall and, crumbling much of the bedroom foundation, yanked Hammer outside. Hammer let out a yelp and fired his pistols at the huge thing. One giant hand wrapped around his face and slammed him against the wall. The world spun. He snapped out of it as a shooting pain tore through his thigh. A huge metal spike pierced Hammer’s leg and nailed him to the brick wall. Jim-Bean squeezed off a shot and then pressed himself against the bathroom wall. The giantess punched right through the wall to reach him. Jim-Bean was slammed against the fence on the other side of the wall. The hand, dirty and smelling of mud, slapped him back against the wall, holding him by the throat. He squirmed and then screamed as a spike was impaled through his torso. It would have killed a normal man. That left Archive. He fired a careful shot from his Glock into the huge gorilla of a woman. She roared and charged right through the ruined wall at him. Archive barely had a chance to react before she slapped him down, then dragged him through the hole. The telltale scream of agony meant that Archive had been pinned too, through the shoulder. The wire fence that blocked the back of the motel was rent apart. Footsteps plodded away. Jim-Bean came to. “What … she’s gone?” Hammer clung to consciousness. He struggled to move and screamed again in pain as he wiggled a few inches up the metal spike. Archive moaned. Suddenly there was the blinding flash of two lights. Jim-Bean held up one hand. He knew he was in shock; it was so bright, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes. Then he heard it. They all did. The sound of a truck’s engine thrumming to life. “Oh no,” whispered Archive. “Shoot,” coughed Hammer. “SHOOT!” Archive and Jim-Bean fired blindly at the lights. The engine roared closer. One of the lights went out but it was growing larger. Click, click, click. They were out of bullets. Hammer struggled to lift his Glocks. Taking careful aim, he fired at a spot above and to the side of the lights. Flames erupted behind the lights. The hunched form of the driver was illuminated in hellish relief as the truck continued to barrel down towards them. Jim-Bean clutched his Realizer in one hand and struggled to focus. The pain in his gut was enormous, and every time he breathed a new burst of hot fire ripped through his torso. Focus! He imagined the inside of the cab. And then he was there. She was dead all right, but it didn’t matter. Gravity would do the job for her. Jim-Bean focused on the steering wheel. If he could just nudge it enough … He strained, screaming with the exertion. The lights became so blinding that Jim-Bean lost his concentration. He could hear the roar of the flames and the bellowing engine— And then the truck turned sharply, smashing through the wall just a few yards to their left. [/QUOTE]
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