Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4244753" data-attributes="member: 3285">PX Poker Night: Part 7 – Things Fall ApartSprague looked up from his cards.  His gaze fell on Caprice as Hammer led him into the room.“What the hell is he doing here?”The others all looked up. “Campbell and Long are dead, sir,” said Hammer.  “I found Caprice on the floor.”“On the floor?” asked Sprague.  “That’s nice.  He was incarcerated so I think he should stay there.”“Sir, maybe you didn’t hear him,” interjected Smith.  He got up from the card table, his posture menacing.  “He just said that two of our men are dead.”“I heard what he said,” snarled Sprague.  “And it’ll be handled.”“I think this has something to do with the van,” said Guppy.  Sprague placed his cigar in a nearby ashtray.  “That’s exactly my point.  There are professionals on site who are going to deal with this.”“The guards at the van shot Long dead,” interjected Hammer.“Then he got too close. Now it’s unfortunate about Campbell—““Unfortunate?” asked Smith.  “He’s dead, for Christ’s sake!”“And as far as I’m concerned we may be staring at his killer,” said Sprague.  “Hammer, I want you to handcuff Creed to the chair.”“Sir, if you’d just listen—“ began Hammer.Sprague reached down and came up with a pistol pointed at Hammer’s head.  “I said,” Sprague repeated slowly, “handcuff him.” He cocked the pistol.  “I am NOT going to ask you AGAIN soldier!”In a flash, Hammer’s Beretta was out aimed at Sprague.  “Put the pistol down.”“Where the hell did you get that?” shouted Sprague.“Everybody calm down,” said Guppy.Smith slowly edged around the side of the table towards Sprague…The lights flickered.  For a split-second Sprague looked away.There was the blinding flash of two pistols firing in rapid succession.  When the lights came back on, Sprague was on the ground, gasping and writhing, blood pumping from a wound in his shoulder.   Hammer was still standing, his gun barrel smoking. Smith was slumped over the table, face down, blood spreading all over the cards. “All right, I’m taking charge.”  Hammer’s pistol brooked no argument.  “Dunsany, try to bind the Major’s wounds with whatever we’ve got in here.  Hot Pants, search the Major’s quarters, see if you can find those papers he received from the men in the van.  Guppy, get us into the armory.” He looked around. “I need someone who’s good with a rifle.”Bach stepped forward.  He was a tall, well-built man with small patches of grey speckling his full head of brown hair.  “I’m your man.”“Good.”  Hammer picked up Sprague’s Beretta and tossed it to Bach.  “I thought you said you needed a rifleman?”“I do; that’ll help you get one.” He nodded at O’Shea.  “I need a driver.  You up for it?”O’Shea brightened.  “Hell yeah! What you need me to drive?”“A snow plow.”</blockquote>

Verification