Crossfire *Finished Rip Antny*

[ejja_1]

At the station

Tony sat with difficulty in the chair the police had provided for him, the cushion was thin and the metal legs of the chair were cutting off his circulation.
He didn’t feel any pain, but the tingling of his sleeping legs told him that when he stood his life was gonna suck.

Just then the detective that had been assigned to him came into the room with a cart with a TV and VCR combo. The cop positioned it so they could both see and popped a tape in, smiling at Tony the whole time.

The screen popped into view and showed a picture of the nurse giving Tony the sedative, then as the nurse left the room her body jerked and a fine mist sprayed out from the back of her head and shoulder.

Just then a small Chinese youth entered the room and walked over to were Tony lay in bed. The boy was carrying a large automatic handgun with an equally large silencer on it. He seemed to stop and talk to Tony for a moment before pressing the barrel of the silencer against Tony's head.

Tony jumped as a black blur came into view and struck the boys arm, knocking the gun away. Then the blur came into focus and Tony gasped, as he realized who had saved his life.

Standing over him on the screen was the very man who had tried to kill him earlier, and left him with a badly wounded shoulder. He was arguing with the Chinese boy about something, but Tony couldn’t make out was being said.

Then the black man grabbed a pillow from the bed next to Tony's and put it over Tony’s face. But before he started to suffocate Tony, the boy’s chest exploded out his back. The accompanying report was so loud that it made the camera microphone cut out.

Then the entire screen went black, and Tony heard but could not see another report. And then the lights seemed to come back one and there was the detective standing in the door of the room, with his gun pointed in the hall.

Randy popped the tape out, and turned to Tony.

" Bring back any memories for you sleeping beauty? "

Tony gave the cop a wise ass look.

" Well , I remember the guy in black... even though he looked pretty dead the last time we met."

Tony paused and cleared his throat.
" The boy belongs to Hong’s crew, he deals in small time stuff. Drugs, fencing stolen goods and the occasional carjacking."

Randy pulled a note pad from his jacket pocket, and looked at Tony.
" The kid got a name?"

Tony shook his head.
" I knew him as Johnny, but that’s all. Those kids come across without parents and the gangs swallow them up, if he had a another name it died when he came to America."

Randy got up and walked towards the door.
" Ill have the boys run the kid through the system, for now you would be safest here. I won’t charge you with anything at the moment, but I wouldn’t go anywhere if I were you."

Tony yelled at the door as Randy walked out.
" Well can you at least get me a comfortable chair?"

 

[ledded]

Nice story hour, I like your writing so far.

Keep up the good work.

 

[ejja_1]

Nice story hour, I like your writing so far.

Keep up the good work.

Thanks Ledded, I consider this very high praise indeed since it's from one of the Masters. I have been enjoying your story hour, and cant wait for more.
I especially cant wait to see smitty get his revenge on the german sniper, and also what further awaits those that step in the way of the mighty F.R.O.G.B.O.T. ( Im not usually a fan of things french, and will respectfully refrain from any questions about F.R.O.G.B.O.T. s surrender software.)
Anyway, more gun toting action from me soon enough.
Ejja_1

 

[ejja_1]

Double post

 

[ejja_1]

Zelaknia climbed up the fire escaper ladder, and made his way across the roof of the tenement building where the Wongs lived. The sun had set and night was coming on, the Drow warrior was in his element now.

The door to the roof opened easily, and Zelaknia descended into the squalor of the run down apartment building. The stairwell was lined with trash of various sorts and smelled of urine.

Rows of doors extended down the hallway, reminding Zelaknia of cells in a dungeon. Each little cell held a human family, slowly rotting away in their mundane little worlds.

Zelaknia spat on the floor in disgust as he made his way to the wongs front door, knocking on it with three short raps from his fist.
A portly Chinese gentleman answered the door in a dirty stained undershirt and trousers that had seen better days.

" What you want? Johnny not here, you come back later!"

The man said through the slightly open door, a small security chain crossed in front of his face.

Zelaknia did not speak as he kicked the door, ripping the chain and a good chunk of door trim from the wall. The door and the old man went crashing backwards into a planter, were he lay bleeding from the forehead unconscious.

The Drow strode with purpose through the small apartment, searching methodically for the weapons he knew Johnny kept there. Tenants from the surrounding apartments occasionally popped their heads in the door, but fled at the site of the pitch black man ripping the place apart.

Zelaknia was starting to become frustrated, but then he found what he had been searching for. Under one of the planters in the living room was a hole in the floor, Johnny had hid several handguns and some ammo.

Stuffing everything he had found into a pillowcase, Zelaknia made his way back up to the rooftop. He decided to head back for the sewers, where he would train in the use of these new weapons.

Upon reaching the roof, Zelaknia was greeted by four Chinese youths wearing the same "Colors" that Johnny had worn. They took one look at him and the pillowcase he held, and all started to draw handguns.

One of the boys who had dyed his hair blonde stepped forward and addressed the Drow.

" Where you goin with Johnny's stuff? We heard he got snuffed backing your play."

Zelaknia didn't even blink.

" I am on my way to kill the human constable that shot him and stopped us from completing our mission. You should stop hindering me, as it does not bode well for your fate."

One of the other boys turned to the blonde boy and said.

" What the hell did he just say?"

The blonde turned and cuffed the other across the head.

" He said he's gonna go snuff that pig that did Johnny. And I say we gonna help him light that mutha up Dragon style!"

The boys put their guns away and the blonde boy looked at Zelaknia.

" Were all yours homes, lead the way to the promised land."

The small group fell in step with the Drow warrior, and followed him down into the dank sewers. He lead them to were he had been making his home, in an older area of the sewer system.

The blonde boy looked around and spat out.

"Damn Shaft, nasty digs. Why you take us here?"

Zelaknia turned suddenly on the boy, staring him down from only inches away from his face.

"You are here to show me how to operate these weapons, and then you will help me kill the constable. If you perform well enough I will reward you."

 

[ejja_1]

Zelaknia had learned the basic operation of the handguns he had pilfered, and had a rudimentary knowledge of their cleaning and care. He had even learned how to strip down the AK-47, but still couldn’t quite get the hang of full auto with it.

The Blonde boy's name was Jimmy, the four others were referred to as Frick,Frack, Knucks and Spaz. Zelaknia was sure that none of the names were real, but the boys answered to them even when he called them by the wrong name.

Jimmy showed Zelaknia one of the little green metal rocks that had been in with the guns, and explained that it was what they called a banger. Apparently if you pulled the little metal ring out of the rock, it would explode several moments later.

Zelaknia decided he needed to see that for himself, and lead the boys down to the zombie infested area of the sewer. He pulled the ring and threw the grenade in the midst of several of the slow moving undead, and was delighted when it blew several of them into small quivering chunks of flesh.

Jimmy and the others jabbered excitedly in Chinese amongst themselves at the site of the moving undead, and howled with laughter as the grenade shredded the zombies like confetti.

Frick and Frack pointed at the zombies and kept repeating " Blains, Blains!"
Spaz pulled out his handgun, and shot another zombie that had appeared from a opening in the wall further back from the blast area.

The zombie jerked with the impact, but kept shambling towards them at a slow pace. Zelaknia told Jimmy to watch closely, and proceeded to kick Spaz in the back sending him sprawling forward towards the zombie.

Spaz screamed as he emptied his 9mm into the zombie at close range, doing little to deter the zombie from attacking him. There was a loud wet sound as the zombie latched onto Spaz by his skull, and began to rip away chunks of his flesh with it's teeth.

Zelaknia backed the other boys out behind him through the door they had come through, tossing another grenade at the zombie’s feet as he closed the door. There was a muffled bang and the silence, all four of the other boys just stood there and stared at Zelaknia.

The Drow warrior looked at Jimmy.
"You have something to say?"

Jimmy and the other boys pulled out their handguns and pointed them at Zelaknia.
" Spaz was a brother, and now you gotta go!"

The boys opened fire and the whole room went black, even the muzzle flashes from their handguns couldn’t be seen. They began shouting and screaming, as the random shots they made tore through each other.

The lights suddenly came back, and Jimmy was the only one left standing. His fellow gang members all lay in pools of their own blood, twitching as the life flowed out of them onto the floor. Jimmy stood shaking at the site of them, not paying any attention to the black shape that dropped from the ceiling behind him.

Zelaknia grabbed Jimmy from behind, levering his forearm across the boy’s throat with the quickness of a cobra.

" Here is your reward little one."

An audible crack sounded across the room as Jimmy dropped to the floor, his tracheae crushed and ruined. A few strangled noises later and he stopped flailing about on the floor, the light in his eyes finally burned out like the wick of a candle freshly snuffed.

The Drow warrior sniffed with contempt, as he shouldered the bag of weapons he had acquired. Such impertinence from these lowly humans, where he had offered opportunity they had found nothing but death. The price of an education he mused to himself, was a steep one indeed.

 

[ejja_1]

Tony sat on a low hung cot in the corner of a jail cell, waiting for the cops to make a decision as to whether he was being charged or not.
He had been fed a lunch of warm slimy bologna meat on stale day old rye bread, and a juice box that said it's flavor was "Pumpin Pomegranate".

Tony flushed the sandwich down the metal toilet that was in his cell, promptly clogging it and making it gurgle its protest. The juice box was nasty, but he choked it down for it's 48 grams of sugar.

Sergeant Clark had been by a couple of times, to ply Tony for more details into why he thought the Triad might be after him. Tony didn’t have anything more to give him, but Clark tried anyway.

Tony heard the big metal door creak open, and was greeted by the smiling face of randy Clark.

" Hey Tony how you holding up?" He smirked as he spoke.

Tony grimaced back at him.
" Cut the crap, are you gonna charge me or what?"

Randy walked up to the cell door and smiled.
" Well here’s the thing, I can’t turn you loose on the streets. And I can’t charge you in the deaths of those gang kids, due to someone in evidence loosing your pistola."

Randy winked at the last part, Tony rolled his eyes in response.
" So this is what I propose, we set you up in a safe house for now with a couple of off duty uniforms to keep you honest. Just till we find out what’s going on with that crazy walking corpse that wants you dead."

Tony was shaking his head as Randy continued.

"Or I could help evidence find your gun, and we could send you to the tombs for your date in court...."

Tony sighed and looked up at Randy.
" Alright but I want real food and a real bed, and no more of this cop game crap. Just be straight with me and Ill continue to be straight with you."

Randy smiled again. " Sure thing slick, we leave within the hour so cancel any dinner dates you might have made while you were here."

Tony flipped Randy the bird. " Sit and spin ya meter maid!"




Zelaknia jacked the slide on the AK47, and let it slap close with a "Ca Clack!"
He had come up under the police station into the garage by the way of an old sewage line. Squads sat in rows as they waited to be serviced, and the squads Mechanics were busy repairing a large tactical truck.

Checking his other weapons, a .357 revolver and a Glock 19 handgun. The Drow warrior felt ready, he felt the weight of the hand grenades on his belt.
Two of them were the ones that the gang boys had called frags, the other produced smoke in great amounts.

The lid to the sewer drain slid back smoothly, and like a Black Pudding Zelaknia slid out onto the garage floor. He belly crawled under a squad, and then made his way to where the Mechanics were working.

The back door to the tactical truck was open, and he could see the vests and tactical gear they had stowed inside. Moving quickly the Drow warrior procured several pieces of clothing, including a bulky vest that had what looked like more of the smoke grenades attached to it.

Zelaknia dressed himself in the stolen uniform; it was heavy and reminded him of the plate mail armor that had been part of his training. He slung his rifle over his back, and put the guns in the sheaths that were part of the belt he had acquired. One last piece of clothing slid over his head like an arming cap, except that it completely covered everything but his eyes.

The Drow warrior grinned to himself, as he pulled the pin on one of the frag grenades he had. He tossed it just underneath the tactical truck, landing neatly in the lap of one of the mechanics. The mans scream was cut off before it gained any volume, by the sharp report of the grenade and the subsequent explosion as the trucks fuel tank went.

Zelaknia made his way up a small ramp to a set of double doors with mesh across the windows, just as it opened up and officers in black uniforms rushed past him into the garage. None of them gave a second thought to a tactical officer standing with an assault rifle in the police garage, until he opened fire on them from behind.

The human officers danced like pixies, as the bullets tore through them like wet parchment. The assassin smiled to himself as the last of the group of 6 stopped twitching, and the metallic sound his rifle made as the last cartridge hit the floor with a "tink".

Zelaknia loaded another clip into the rifle, and racked the slide into position. He had one more clip left before he had to move to his handgun, but he wasn’t worried as he had noticed that the policemen were armed with guns as well. He would gather arms from the dead if he had to, and he was sure there would be plenty.

The small hallway lead to an area with cages that held a small group of men, they were yelling at him to release them. " Why not?" He thought to himself, that would provide another diversion for the already beleaguered police.
Just then an uniformed officer came into the room with his weapon drawn, he barked at Zelaknia. " Where is the fire fight? How many?"

Zelaknia pointed down the hallway to the garage, and waved the man on. As the officer went through the doors the Drow warrior pulled out a handgun and shot the lock off the cage. The 12 men inside rushed out and headed towards the garage, shots rang out shortly after causing him to smile.

He continued deeper into the cage area were he was met by more officers, they were gearing up in clothing similar to his and carried sleek looking black rifles. One of them looked up and addressed him.

" Simmons where’s the rest of your gear?! We have a break in holding, and they seem to have spilled out into the garage area. I count at least 10 of them armed with sidearms and a couple of shotguns from Tac one, were going in shortly so get your crap together and bring up the rear."

Another officer looked up at him.
" Al loose the assault rifle, were going in with the MP 5's and CS grenades."
The officer then handed him one of the short sleek black rifles the others were carrying, and went back to lacing up his boots.

Zelaknia accepted the proffered weapon, and unslung his rifle from his back.
The officers all yelped in suprise as he fired the large bore assault rifle into them at point blank range, killing them quickly and messily. The Drow warrior bent down and grabbed a helmet from one of the corpses, securing it to his head by the hanging chinstrap. So far his plan was working very well....




Tony heard the staccato clack of an AK47 somewhere in the distance; the large metal doors that lead to his cell area muffled the noise but not enough to fool Tony. He wasn’t suprised when Randy came into the room with a large set of keys yelling. " We need to leave! NOW!"

Tony jumped up and followed randy out into the hallway; Randy had drawn his revolver and was crouching near an open door. The door had been shot up by small arms fire, and hung limply from it's top hinge. A dead police officer laid face down just outside the door, the back of his head an open window to his mind.

Tony saw the Glock lying there next to the body, and gauged his chances. Randy sprang out into the hallway and took cover behind a large planter, Tony moved to the doorway and picked up the handgun. Randy glanced back and met Tony eye to eye; he saw the gun and smiled at Tony as he shrugged his shoulders.

Smoke was everywhere, and the sharp sting of CS in the air made their eyes water. Shots rang out in the distance and men screamed and yelled curses.

Tony followed Randy as they made their way along the floor in a crouched stance; a loud "boom" rang out as pieces of office furniture rained down upon them. Randy swore as a chair arm hit him in the back, and Tony had to duck back as a file cabinet almost crushed him. The metal on the file cabinet smoked, and a large hole was blown through the side of it.

Randy glanced back at Tony.
" You think negotiations are out?"

 

[ejja_1]

Tony and Randy crouched low behind a cubicle wall, while gunfire and screaming rang out at regular intervals. They had seen a few dead officers and at least 5 or 6 dead prisoners, since they had decided to attempt to leave.

A man dressed in jeans and a T-shirt walked around the corner, he approached the pair with his hands out in front of him. Tony put Two rounds in his chest, without even flinching.
Randy grabbed him by the shoulders.

" What the hell did you do that for? He could be a civilian or a plains clothes cop you maniac!"

Tony pointed at the dead mans shoes.

" No laces."

Randy looked at the mans feet.

" Oh yeah, I guess your right."

Tony crept up to the body and flipped it over, there was a 9mm Berretta stuffed in the back of the mans pants. Tony looked at Randy and shook his head.

"Way to be Barney Fife!"

Randy smiled.

"So that would make you Otis the town drunk?

Tony was about to reply when a man burst through the smoke screaming, mainly due to the fact that he was on fire. Tony rolled out of the way, as the man ran straight for Randy.

Randy backed away as fast as he could, finally pushing a potted plant in the mans way. The burning man fell over the plant and crashed to the carpet, where he lay smoking and still burning.

Tony looked at Randy.

" He's done for, cmon lets get the hell outa here."

Randy shook of his shock, and the two made their way further into the smoke filled room. The pair came to a small hallway with a water fountain, Randy put his hand on Tony's shoulder stopping his advance.

" Were by the lobby, the security door has to be buzzed before it will open. Ill go and hit the button, you make sure to open the door at the end of this hallway when I do."

Tony nodded to Randy, and the two parted ways. Randy made his way over to the security booth, the headless body of Kathy Vargas lay across the command and dispatch console. Randy choked back the tears, Kathy had been a good friend.

He reached past her and hit the door release button, and turned to leave the room. A blur of motion caught his eye as he turned, just barely registering that it was a fist hitting him in the face as he was knocked sideways into a chair.

Randy brought up his arms to protect himself, as a flurry of blows impacted his head and neck. He could feel his right eye begin to swell up, and tasted the copper taint of blood in his mouth.

His assailant continued to work him over, scoring several body blows to the kidneys and generally beating the snot out of him. Randy crumpled to the floor, unable to breath as he felt his ribs crack from the repeated blows.

Randy could barely make out a blurry form above him through his swollen eyes, but it was enough to give him the target he needed. His .357 kicked in his hand as he fired into the shape in front of him, not stopping until he came upon the empty chamber of his spent revolver.

Shortly thereafter Randy heard a familiar voice.

"Clark, I’m comin in the room so hold your fire."

A blurry shape approached him, and Tony's haggard face came into view.

" Damn Clark, that side of beef in the hall worked you over good. Can you stand?"

Randy coughed and spit out a few teeth.

"Yeah ill manage, help me up."

Tony laughed.

"The doors propped open with a garbage can, and there wasn't anybody out front. I think you may have scared them away with that cannon of yours, my ears are still ringing."

Randy winced as Tony helped him to his feet, his ribs were on fire and his face was numb. They hobbled out into the hall together, and made there way out the front door into the street.




Zelaknia made his way down the stairs to were the clerk had pointed, the door was large and made of gray metal. He had promised the man he would let him go when he showed him were T'pau Rey was being kept, he had not promised however that he would let him live.

The Drow warrior popped the pin on his last frag grenade and tossed it down into the bottom of the stair well, casually closing the door at the top of the stairs and stepping over the body of the dead clerk.

The door muffled the report, but it still made him smile. Smoke poured out from the stairwell as he opened the top door, the bottom door lay in a heap of twisted metal in the no open doorway.

Zelaknia bounded down the stairs giggling, he was really starting to love this plane. An open hallway lead back to another door, this one made of wood was no match for the shotgun he had acquired.

Stepping into a small room, Zelaknia felt the presence of his beloved. A low hum could be heard from across the room, as the sword began to vibrate on the metal shelf were it lay.

The Drow warrior crossed the room and reclaimed what was his, bringing the weapon close to his face and whispering.

"Now we will hunt them my friend, hunt them and spill their blood. Until there is no more to spill."

The blade purred as if in response, and Zelaknia felt pleasure.

 

[skullsmurfer]

yeeehaa! i love this stuff, can i have some more?

 

[ejja_1]

Tony put Randy in the back of a cab, and climbed in the other side. The whole time the cab driver was screaming obscenities in a Middle Eastern dialect.

Randy brought out his badge, but this made the cabby only scream louder. Tony pointed the handgun he had taken at the man and shouted.
" HOSPITAL NOW!"

The cabby didn’t even flinch but kept up a steady stream of yelling and screaming in his native tongue. Tony began shaking his head, but caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

A man in riot gear had just steeped out of the front door from where they had just come, he glanced their way and started to walk across the street towards them. It was then that Tony noticed the ache in his shoulder, and the strange glowing sword strapped to the mans hip.

Tony shifted his gun to cover the man, his shoulder muscles tightening as everything slowed down. The man in black was drawing a handgun from his back as Tony’s first shot left his gun, everything seemed in slow motion as Tony fired his second shot.

The cabby screamed and began to dive into his cab, randy moaned in pain and tried to sit up. The man in black brought his handgun to bear as the first round impacted his chest, he began to spin to the side as the force of the round jerked him back and to the left. The second round hit him on the other side, sending him back and down to the pavement.

All this happened in a in a few seconds but seemed to take minutes. Time sped up as the mans body hit the pavement, his handgun skittered behind him and stopped as it hit the curb. Tony began to advance on the man, his gun never leaving his target.

As he came closer the unmistakable bulge of body armor became apparent. Tony aimed his handgun at the mans head and let his breath out slowly, his finger began to squeeze the trigger.

The front doors exploded outward as several men in orange jumpsuits spilled out into the street. They were all armed, some of them with shotguns others with handguns. They took one look at Tony, and in unison leveled their firearms at him. The click clack of slides and pumps being jacked was deafening, and Tony began to pray inside his head.

Then everything went black, and Tony was swept from his feet. He heard the report of the guns, and could almost feel the rounds as they passed by over him. The blackness was suddenly gone as quickly as it had appeared, and the man in the riot gear was standing in front of him firing an MP5 machine gun full auto into the men.

Tony took off at a dead run for the cab and dived into the back window landing on top of randy.

"GO! GO! GO!"
Tony screamed.

The cabby mashed his foot to the floor, and his tires left smoke as they screeched across the pavement. The car weaved back and forth as it entered traffic, causing a man on a motorcycle to spill the bike onto the sidewalk.

Zelaknia watched as the few remaining men stopped twitching, he then smiled and turned to watch the cab speed off.

"Nothing more exhilarating then a good chase, wouldn’t you say fellows?"

The bodies behind him began to stir with an unnatural life of their own, the Drows smile grew as they stood and came to attention.

" Go inside and kill anything you find alive, then you may roam the streets and kill as you will."

The undead moaned their ascent and shuffled back into the building, leaving Zelaknia by himself.
"A neat trick he thought to himself."
T'pau Rey was a powerful weapon indeed, he would have to find out what else his mother had kept from him about the sword in his hand.

Zelaknia walked over to were the motorcycle lay on its side, its driver lay still next to a parking meter. Picking up the bike, he remembered what the Chinese boy had showed him on the "crotch rocket" as he had called it.

Not finding the electric starter, the Drow flipped the kick-start to the side with the toe of his boot. The bike roared to life as he pumped his foot down on the metal rod and goosed the throttle. The sword at his side spoke into his mind, telling him where to go as it magically tracked his prey.

" Oh the destruction we will wreak together my pet, the souls we shall destroy!"

Zelaknia shifted the bike into first gear and pulled away from the curb at a leisurely pace, he had time on his side now and could afford to take things slowly. After all his prey was wounded, and his blade could track them with ease.

"Yes better to be slow and thorough" he thought.
The Drow turned the bike down an alley and parked behind a Dumpster, where he retrieved clothes and a few more firearms. A rat watched him from atop a skid the bums had broken up for firewood; its red eyes glistened in the sunlight.




Matron Pitnarun watched through the eyes of the rodent, as her son armed himself and changed clothes. She smiled at the site of T'pau Rey, and giggled to herself when it glowed a little brighter as it detected her presence.
She released the rat from her spell grip, and turned to address her daughter.

" My son has completed half of his mission in a very short time, he has the Fang of Lolth by his side."

A gurgling noise came from the priestess as the Matron Mother squeezed her brains with her mental hand; blood seeped from her nose and trickled down her quivering cheek.

" Zyltis come and collect your dinner, it is fresh as was promised."

A tall thin shape appeared from the darkness of the room; luminescent fungus hung from the ceiling cast small traces of light over what could only be described as tentacles.

" Thank you Matron Pitnarun, we welcome this alliance with you."

The shape moved into the light and it appearance was revealed. Grey skin stretched over a bony frame, ribs showing in stark detail. It's hands ended in wicked looking claws, but the most frightening part of it's appearance was the squid body that sat upon it neck.

" Take your meal elsewhere Zyltis, lest you spoil mine."

The Ithilid put a collar around the neck of the priestess, and lead her off to its chambers. The vile creature disgusted Matron Pitnarun, but she only had to suffer its presence a little while longer. Then her plans would come to fruition, and this miserable plane would finally be hers.