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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 19, 2011 1:04:38 GMT -7
Joe turned down a street, passing the housing that was suburbia, taking in a view of New York City. Or what it could pass as it's skeleton. Buildings and skyscrapers, once great monuments, now only stood in ruin. Well, except for the Emipre State building, that was relatively well maintained, since it was the center of Empire City.
Joe looked over at Mike, and saw that he was asleep from the trip. Having a little fun, Joe swerved sharply to the left, then the right, causing the J-10 to jerk, and within it, it's passengers.
"Oi, wake up! We're here, and we'll probably be expecting some action soon." Joe yelled, putting in his iPod to the AC adapter. He started playing "The Resist Stance" by Bad Religion, a fast paced song that went with Joe's soon to happen 'evasive maneuvering'.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 19, 2011 1:10:12 GMT -7
Lady Otaku, the lovely okami at an Osaka inn slowly undid her sash as she stood in front of Mike, a sultry smirk on the Asian woman's face. Slowly, she started opening her robe, and- "Oi, wake up! We're here, and we'll probably be expecting some action soon."
Mike jerked away, upholstering his pistols on pure reflex. Then, realizing where he was, he holstered them again, sighing. What was that dream he had again? "Oh, man!" Mike whined, stomping the floor angrily. "I was just about to bang the okami! I would've gotten a high score!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 20, 2011 23:21:17 GMT -7
Joe chuckled as he turned another corner. He took a chip out of the bag, which hadn't run out yet. The Irishman hadn't touched much during their ride up to New York. There was literally nothing to do during the ride, not even a zombie or two to run over. It was... disappointing, to say the least. "Yeah, well, sorry about that... I think. Still, heads up. I can't see every spot around us. I'm good, but I ain't that good." Joe turned around another corner, finally entering the main body of the city. He looked up, and saw the sun shining through ruined buildings, it's rays poking through and down onto the streets. Dawn had just arrived. The young Irishman opened the bed's window for Mike to slid out when the time came, although he wasn't too confident in the reliability of the M60 during a high speed gun battle. Attachments:
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Post by God Mike on Apr 20, 2011 23:28:10 GMT -7
"Yeah, well, sorry about that... I think. Still, heads up. I can't see every spot around us. I'm good, but I ain't that good." Mike nodded as he took off his gas mask, grabbing a handful of chips out of Joe's bag and shoving them into his mouth, not even caring about the large pieces of chips that were falling onto his shirt.
His eyes suddenly widening, Mike perked up, swallowing his chips and looking around. "My Mikey Sense is tingling!" he said loudly, pulling upholstering his guns. Something felt terribly wrong. Mike's brow furrowed as he focused, concentrating. Then...
"Pull over," Mike said, putting on his gas mask. "It was a false alarm. I just gotta take a leak..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 20, 2011 23:46:00 GMT -7
Joe rolled his eyes as he pulled over to the curb. He pulled out his carbine and got out of the J-10. He stretched, various popping sounds reverberating throughout his body. He groaned in relief as he rolled his neck around his shoulders. He unfolded the stock of the M1, ready for anyone or anything to come at them.
"Go, I'll stand watch." Joe said, leaning against the Jeep. He yawned, grabbing his cup of coffee, which was re-heated the night before. He sipped at the caffeinated drink, his face showing his disgust with the drink.
Then he heard it. Not the moans of a common or a runner, not the shriek of a screamer. It was the sound of several vehicles roaring towards them. Joe turned toward the sounds, seeing several crudely armor-plated muscle cars and trucks, their original colors practically shining through the crude metal sheet.
But Joe's eyes widened in surprise and panic all the same. "Mike!" Joe yelled throwing away the disposable coffee cup, and folding his stock. Joe scrambled into the driver's seat, closing the door and turning the ignition. He turned towards the still open door.
"Hurry the fuck up! We Are Leaving!"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 20, 2011 23:58:30 GMT -7
Mike scrambled out of the car, stumbled over some debris here and there, hurriedly unzipped his pants and let loose what he'd been holding in ever since they left, which he was very lucky he hadn't spilled out in his sleep, directing the stream into the mouth of a skull on the ground. Ah, New York...
"Mike!" Joe yelled suddenly, and Mike, stuck in a daze from the euphoria he felt from this, blinked, finally hearing the sound of approaching vehicles. "Hurry the fuck up! We Are Leaving!"
"I'm trying, alright!" Mike yelled back, pushing as hard as he could to get all the piss out as fast as possible. "Cutting off mid-stream can be very damaging to the prostate!" Then, Mike blinked, and added quietly to himself, "I think..."
Finally finishing, Mike hurriedly zipped up and rushed back to the car, slamming the passenger door shut and jumping onto the bed, hooking a box magazine onto the M60 and loading it. Then, he pounded the roof. "GO GO GO!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 0:07:35 GMT -7
"GO GO GO!"
Joe was more than willing to comply, as he shifted the gears to Drive, and sped off, leaving a cloud of smoke where rubber met asphalt. The Marauders followed close behind. Joe drifted around a corner, shooting onto another street of New York. He looked at his mirror, seeing that they were being shot at. Joe grabbed the radio vox of their CB radio, holding down the 'talk' button with his thumb.
"Yo, you okay back there?!" Joe asked, adrenaline coloring his voice. He spotted an alley down the road on the left they could turn into.
"Hold on!" Joe yelled into the mic, drifting once more before shooting down the alley with speed. The alley was long, but just narrow enough for the J-10 to get through, minus a few scratches that revealed the old yellow and blue paint job.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 21, 2011 0:18:51 GMT -7
"Yo, you okay back there?!" Joe asked in the radio as Mike sent panicked glances back at the Marauders. However, he calmly picked up his radio and cleared his throat. Then, he took a deep breath.
"NO I'M NOT!" he roared with panic evident in his voice. He had found a problem with the M60, and it was a problem that he had to fix ASATGBTTB! As Soon As They Got Back To The Bunker, as Mike called it, because simply saying 'as soon as they got back to the Bunker' sounded too normal.
"Hold on!" Joe called as they turned sharply to the left, almost throwing Mike off the Jeep as they went through the alley, Mike suppressing the urge to cry out in despair when he saw the car scrape against the walls.
Looking back, he saw that the much slimmer cars were following them, and still firing at the only living person visible: Mike. Eeping, Mike shoved his upper body through the back window of the Jeep. "TOOLS! I NEED MY TOOLS!" he roared as he reached for the glove compartment, popping it open to show a tool belt shoved into it. Taking it out, he looked at Joe. "I discovered a flaw with my mount... It doesn't shoot backwards, and-"
Mike cut himself off when he felt a sharp pain in his right buttock, followed by the feeling of a liquid running down his leg. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mike opened his mouth. "AAAAAAAAAAAH! HE SHOT ME IN THE ASS!!!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 0:27:02 GMT -7
Joe's eardrums felt as if they had almost shattered. But Joe had opened his eyes to see that they had almost exited the alleyway.
"Shiiiiit!" Joe yelled as he turned the wheel at the last second. It was a much tighter, more controlled turn than the others he had pulled off, but now he was in more control.
It was a wider space than before, and that gave Joe an idea.
"Hold on!" Joe yelled as he hit the brakes. He turned the wheel as hard as he could, the J-10 skidding into a 180 degree turn before he put the gear in Reverse and drove backwards through the streets of New York. He kept looking back as he drove, to keep from crashing into a fiery explosion from hell.
"FIRE!" Joe yelled, his voice raising itself with the situation. "I can't drive like this forever!"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 21, 2011 0:42:23 GMT -7
"Shiiiiit!" Mike let out a comical "Urkh" as Joe turned, and Mike felt his waist get thrown into the edge of the window. Once the car had righted itself, he crawled out of the window and stood up, taking out his tools to get the M60 off the mount.
He was feeling incredibly claustrophobic all of a sudden, mostly due to the bullets whizzing past him, so he took his gas mask off, wiping sweat off his brow. Just as he was about to unscrew the machine gun, however, Joe hit the breaks, and Mike was thrown forward, his face slamming down on the roof of the Jeep. Then, the Jeep was turned 180 degrees so that it was facing the Marauders following them.
"FIRE!" Joe yelled, and Mike spat some blood out of his mouth, cocking the machine gun. "I can't drive like this forever!" Mike nodded, more to himself than to Joe, since Joe couldn't see him, and grinned a bloody grin as he stared at a Marauder who was sticking out of a sun roof, holding an MP5.
"This is for my ass!" Mike roared and opened fire. With as much spread as the M60 had, Mike didn't hit much of the shooter, and instead his bullets tore up the car chasing them. One of the bullets did hit, however, blowing the guy's brain out of the back of his head and splattering the windshield of the car behind him. The car swerved, and crashed into a streetlight, sending the driver flying out of the window.
Now, it was just the closest car left. Mike dove into the window again and reached under Joe's seat, where he had, unknown to Joe, stashed five HE grenades. Pulling out three, he grinned and looked at Joe. "Watch this, mate!" he said and went out again, standing up. Pulling the pin on one of the grenades, he took careful aim, and threw the grenade.
The grenade flew in a graceful arc, and bumped against the chest of the corpse that had shot him, and rolled into the car. Mike whooped with joy as the car exploded, and crawled into the passenger seat through the window again. As he sat down, however, Mike gave a sudden cry of pain. "Ow! My ass!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 1:01:40 GMT -7
Joe was frowning as he pulled the truck over to an empty parking space. The car that was just blasted skip past them, almost comically slow. But Joe wasn't paying attention to that. The Irishman glared at the Ninja next to him, who was trying ineffectively to nurse his ass.
"You put grenades," Joe started, calm fury subtly lining his voice. "Under my seat." Joe reached under his seat and pulled out the two grenades.
"High explosive grenades, none-the-less." Joe almost never got like this. He was almost never this angry, having patience for even the most mundane of tasks. Except for grenades under his chair.
"Why the fuck did you put them under my seat?!" Joe's voice had never raised itself, staying at normal volume. But one could feel the fury rolling off of him in waves.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 21, 2011 1:11:11 GMT -7
"You put grenades," Joe said as Mike dug into his backpack, taking out a pair of tweezers and a gauze. "Under my seat." Mike grunted in affirmation as he dug the tweezers into the bullet wound in his butt cheek.
"High explosive grenades, none-the-less." Mike nodded, giving off an, "Mmhmm," as he dug around after the bullet, screwing his eyes shut. Oh, the humiliation... Shot in the ass... Who shoots someone in the ass? Really! That was just plain fucking rude. "Why the fuck did you put them under my seat?!"
Mike gave of a triumphant laugh as he managed to pull out the 9mm bullet, throwing it out the window before pressing the gauze against the wound, sitting down on it. Now that he didn't have a bullet in his ass, Mike gave a sigh and gave Joe his full attention.
"Because I didn't want something that dangerous under my seat," he spoke slowly, as if to a little child. It was amazing that Joe still hadn't realized Mike's tendency to put other people in danger for his own self-preservation...
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 1:52:58 GMT -7
Joe screwed his eyes shut and banged his head repeatedly against the edge of the steering wheel. Why did he always have to ask questions? Sighing, Joe looked over at Mike.
"If they're in the Jeep, then it doesn't matter whose side they're on. We're in a truck. If they go off, the gas ignites, and we both die." Joe said before he started the truck again. He pulled it out of the parking space, and drove down the street, which he had soon found out was Broadway Avenue. It was a few minutes before Joe looked in the mirror again, and saw that three more cars were behind them, old armored up police cruisers. Joe grinned as he pulled out the CB.
"Warlock, this is Librarian. Been a while, over."
It was a few moments before Warlock replied.
"Librarian, good to hear from ya. Yes indeed, it has been a while. What brings you up to these parts, over."
"Briggs owes me stuff that I got room for now. That, and the Mayor wanted to see me for something. Dunno what, he just said to meet him, then the line went dead. You know anything about this? Over."
"Just as much of a mystery to us as it is to you, Librarian. I guess we'll escort you to EC for a meet with the Mayor and Briggs. Just let your partner know the law before he gets himself killed, over."
"Ten-four, good buddy. We'd appreciate the escort, over and out." Joe put back the radio before pulling a little to the right to give Warlock and his boys some room. Joe turned partially to Mike.
"Alright, before we get to Empire City, you've got to know the law. No racism, no sexism, no stealing, mocking, tagging, maiming, shooting, or ninja-ing. You disobey these laws, or otherwise misbehave, Warlock and his boys have permission to respond with lethal force and with extreme prejudice. So don't fuck up here, you got me? Good." Joe left no room for argument. He liked EC. He didn't want to be banned for life.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 21, 2011 2:02:16 GMT -7
"Alright, before we get to Empire City, you've got to know the law. No racism, no sexism, no stealing, mocking, tagging, maiming, shooting, or ninja-ing. You disobey these laws, or otherwise misbehave, Warlock and his boys have permission to respond with lethal force and with extreme prejudice. So don't fuck up here, you got me? Good."
Mike snorted, then let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, right! Why don't you also tell the fish to stop swimming, the birds to stop flying, the air to stop existing and the sky to turn green?" he asked in amusement. Mike, stop ninja-ing? Yeah, right!
"But don't worry. I won't tell anyone I'm with you if I'm caught. You know me, if I see something shiny, I can't help myself. I take it. If I'm discovered, I pay for it, of course. But if I'm not..." Mike grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Ninja-ing rules, and I'll never stop. I can, however, hold off on racism, sexism, tagging, maiming, shooting. Never mocking. If someone is dumb enough for me to wanna mock them, they deserve it!"
Stomping the floor in frustration, and grunting from the pain that shot up his ass, Mike grabbed Joe's radio. "Hey, Warlock! This is the Ninja Boy Wanting To Kick Some Magic Ass, NBWTKSMA for short! If you think I won't mock anyone, you're sorely mistaken! This is America! Freedom of speech and yaddah, yaddah, yaddah, the whole enchilada!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 21, 2011 2:16:27 GMT -7
The radio was silent for a few moments before Warlock laughed loudly.
"Son, America's been dead for three fuckin' years now! I don't care about mocking, that was probably Librarian's idea, but remember that we have officers everywhere. If you make a wrong move - hell, if you even sneeze funny,we'll have a fifty cal so far up your ass so fast that you'll be coughin' up liquid fuckin' metal! Capire?!
Joe drove behind a car, smiling and laughing at Warlock's little speech. God, he never got tired of that. Joe grabbed the CB, still chuckling.
"Feel better, Warlock?" Joe asked, his grin never leaving his face.
"Much. Warlock, out." The connection was severed, and Joe put the little box back.
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