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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ejja_1" data-source="post: 1534691" data-attributes="member: 7880">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?"</blockquote>

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