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The Name
is Payne
Authors note: This has absolutely nothing to do with Max Payne (1 or 2) but is a name that rhymed with, well name.
CHAPTER 1
The Star handgun had been set up with new hi-tech combat sights a while back, and right now they were being used, and used right.
"You're down, give it up." I said to the guy across the room.
"Ha! I am never going down!!" as he said that, I watched his thumb flick the safety switch on his Taurus PT92 handgun. And then he swung it up, right at me. But I was ready, and I fired, the 9mm bullet exited the BM's 3.5 inch barrel and flew toward the offender, and ripped through his upper arm. His fingers spasmed on the trigger, and set the gun off. A 9mm slug past me and shattered a hole into a window.
"you-you...shot me!" His gun fell out of his hand, and hit the ground, his body followed suit.
"No sht" I said heading over to his now limp body, slinging my Star at the small of my back.
I flopped out my phone and dialed quickly. It rung once. "He's down and alive."
"Their on their way"
"Good."
A few seconds later two uniformed cops walked in, checking the room with their Pump-guns. They immediately headed over to me and slung their shotguns.
"We'll take it from here."
And I left
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My vehicle was outside, as a bounty hunter I only drove a decent car, and the 1999 Chevy 3/4 ton Suburban was a testament to that. Nowhere near as fast as my other vehicles, it was alot more, well, inconspicuous.
I hopped in tossed my Star on the passengers seat , grabbed a cigarette, and drove off. As I lit the cig, i rolled down my tinted window, I noticed a trio of gang kids, one with a baseball bat, striding with obvious bravado toward a similar trio, equally dressed.
In between them was two smaller kids.
I pulled over nearby, got out, slung my Star, and watched, to see, if I was going to be needed to help settle this, the civil way.
To Be Continued (duh)
Feedback please!
KÖNIGSTIGER
01-16-2004, 10:00 PM
i want more dammit more NOW! :D
Nyerguds
01-21-2004, 07:03 PM
Authors note: This has absolutely nothing to do with Max Payne (1 or 2) but is a name that rhymed with, well name.
Ahem. "Name" and "Payne" do NOT rhyme! It's an N and an M. Now if you take the words "name" and "fame"... they do rhyme, yes... but Payne doesn't :p
The story is amazingly cool though... I love the way you describe the stuff that happens :)
this is not the real action of the story btw.
and yes, I still want feedback.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 2
As I crossed the road, I slung the BM in at the small of my back. When I was on the same side of the road as the gangkids, I picked up the pace.
I was 50 feet away when I reached the sidewalk, now I was a few steps behind them. I angled toward the one on the right. Then bumped into him (purposefully,) keeping my head down, I just kept walking.
"Hey, yo! Watch where you goin' man." He shouted to me.
"Sorry" I said.
"You gonna be sorry-"
"Your not going to do it next time." The Baseball bat wielding one interjected, as he started to swing his bat to my head. And he would've done it, if it weren't for the fact that I managed to 'catch' the bat in my hand. I then proceded to twist the blunt weapon in such a way, that the handle actually hit him in the head.
But it didn't do any serious damage.
But I had the bat.
I flipped it quickly, until my hands were firmly on the grip of the tool. I charged at them, swinging unpredictably. Then, one of the kids drew a Glock handgun.
"SHT" I swung a well aimed blow, and struck him in the arm, hard enough to break, and his handgun slipped to the ground. The kid followed suit.
I dropped the bat, and grabbed the Glock. The lead gangkids face, my target.
"Either of you folkies packin'" I circled around behind them to get a view of their buddies--
Who were already at the kids.
Wesforce
02-08-2004, 01:49 PM
I like this... Pretty violent, in a casual offhand nonchalant way :colour1:
The Name is Payne
Chapter 3
As I stood there, quickly formulating a plan, I hustled the gangsters over to a nice spot near a palm tree, collecting guns and knives and anything else that could be used as effective weapons. I then fired twice into the skies with the Glock handgun I picked up, most people were still at work, but a few were driving by or walking nearby, and they ran off (or drove faster) and called the cops on their cell phones.
But the other kids looked over, which is what I wanted.
I looked back, and raised the Glock. They turned and dove, I grabbed the baseball bat at my feet, and charged toward them. One drew and old .357 magnum but by the time he had it raised, I brought a crushingly powerful baseballbat blow against his arm, and the revolver skittered down the sidewalk. The bat finished its swing, coming up over my left shoulder, at which point my right hand came to the tip of the bat, and I slammed it into the kids chest, knocking the wind out of him, and sending him to the ground.
I spun, dropping the bat to the ground to catch another, grabbing it by the thick end, I threw it over my shoulder, sucessfully knocking the last kid to the ground. One sucessful punch to the gut ended the confrontation. I went around to collect all the weapons, finding space in my many pocketed pants and light jacket to put all the guns and knives, and carrying the bats in my hand, I walked over to the two uninjured kids.
"You two see what happened?" I asked, digging in one of my pockets for my business card.
"All of it" one replied.
"Thank you." the other one added.
"Here" I handed one my card "when the cops show, tell them exactly what happened, your story as well as my part, and give them this."
"Yes, uh Mister...."
"Payne, Alex Payne."
Lighting up a cigarette, I headed back to my Suburban, I had one more stop, the Gun Shop, then home.
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The Name is Payne
Chapter 4
I walked through the door, the mansion was almost better than this morning, I looked at my watch, it was 12:58 P.M. I walked over to a room on the right side of the entrance hall, two guys stepped out the door, one putting a sawed-off shotgun under his coat, while the other one stuffed a 9mm handgun in his pocket.
"Hey, Alex," a guy on the other side of the bench said when I walked through the door. "Got something for me I assume??"
"Yeah, sure do, I got the gun you ordered yesterday, and some extra special bonuses" I set plastic shopping bag on the bench, and Dennis Hopperman sifted through it.
"A few Glock 17's, a Beretta 9mil, some knives, oh there she is." He extracted his new friend, a shiny new Smith and Wesson model 500 revolver, and he reached in and drew out a 20 round box of .500 Magnum bullets.
"Damn, shes pretty, thanks Payne."
"Welcome, I am going to get some sleep."
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As I woke up, I checked my watch, sitting on the bedside table, it read 'Friday 20:13.' I got up and took a ten minute shower, dressed, and slung my shoulder-holster/harness setup, filling the holster with a FN Five-seveN handgun, ignoring the magazine pouches, as I would have to stop and get some ammo downstairs, in the Gun Gallery.
As I walked out the door, I pulled a Snickers bar out of my pocket, it was gone when I reached Dennis' out-of-the-way corner.
"Well, boss, what do you need?" He asked.
"Standard Friday night sht." I said.
He leaned down, I heard a rustling of plastic bags, and then he reappeared over the bench, setting 5 20-round 5.7mm magazines, and a small derringer on the bench in front of me.
"Thanks Dennis, See you Later."
"Yes, Boss."
I turned, and headed out to the Garage
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I walked in, brandishing keys to my car, the one I used at night. I pressed the unlock button on the key ring and a 2002 Ferrari in the corner honked, and a small 'thump' of a lock came from each of the 2 doors.
I reached the car, and turned it on, revving it a few times, I pulled out, aiming toward the open door, and drove out into the night.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 5
The Ferrari rounded the corner without losing much speed, I had 2 guys following me in a BMW 325i, as I wasn't doing your run-of-the-mill errands.
I came to a restaurant at the corner, pulled into the parking lot, and waited until the other two had gone into the building. The plan was, they go in, get the money, come out, I watch, and make sure nothing gets fcked up. Once they were in, I lit up a cigarette, and leaned back against my car. We weren't in the city per se, so not many people were passing by on foot, what 2 or 3 did couldn't stop staring at my (very pretty) car.
As I waited, I saw an innocous 2001 Dodge Neon pull up and around, out of sight, the driver and passenger used the side door, so I didn't get a good view. But I did hear them inside.
"LEAVE NOW!!" the muffled shout caused me to draw my Five-seveN, and move to a crouching position covering the front door, at the passenger door to an old Ford Escort.
"FCK YOU!!" the reply came, another muffled shout, this time, of one of my 'boys.'
Next came the chambering of weapons, standard just-before-a-gunfight scare-your-opponents-away-tactic. It obviously didn't work, because ten seconds later, firing started.
I waited about 25 seconds before moving to the door, and going in, and I saw my gangsters behind an overturned table, with their 5 opponents behind the cash register.
"What the-" I fired six shots at the general area of my opponents, as people were running out the door, I finally reached the table with the rest of the gang.
"Bostiony's boys were already here, they had set us up boss." Number One said, then jumped up and fired two quick 9mm shots at the other gangsters, causing them to renew their assault.
"Okay, that means that he thinks he has this place, but he doesn't. I'm going to circle around, and get rid of our..... buddies over yonder." Staying down, I backed toward the entrance hall, firing as I went, and emtied the magazine (effectively) into one baddie. Reloading as I stepped outside, I headed toward the back entrance. As I walked in, two more greeted me.
"Hey, look at this, someone wants a beating!" The first one said, circling around me.
"Lets give him one." The second, holstering his 9mm.
I holstered my gun, and as One slashed at my head with his switchblade knife, neatly and quietly pulled out when he holstered his gun, I ducked back, and caught him with the side of my open hand to the back of his neck, causing him to hit the ground. As he started to get up, Two started to punch me, I caught his hand, throwing it up and back, and kicked him solidily in the chest, sending him backpedaling into a wall. One came up with his knife, and I slammed my hand on the back, dull, flat part of the blade, pitching it out of his hand, and toward the floor.
It never got there, a meter off the ground, my left hand caught the heel of the knife, and sent the blade right into Ones chest, impaling his heart. Two then came at me with a nail-studded plank, aimed at my head. I kicked him in the gut before it got there, with such force that he dropped the plank and fell to his back. He got up quickly, and moved for the plank, deftly I toed it up, and into my hands, I held it out to him, he grabbed it, and I slammed it upward, into his chin. The nails went right up through his mouth, and a quick gunshot from his friends gun - Fallen out of its holster, and on the floor at my feet - killed him.
I kept moving, Five-seveN back in my hands, toward the front of the building.
TO BE CONTINUED (DUH)
You likey??
Wesforce
02-26-2004, 03:48 PM
All well and good - I like the way you do the fighting. Hope you're leading up to something big at the end though...
Oh, you'll never guess the ending, at least, from here you won't.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 6
The door in my way lasted only a few seconds, the thugs nine's were good for something. As I stepped through the wreckage of what used to be a door, a shotgun stock found the back of my head.
The force of the blow was small, it knocked me down, and later would probably give me a headache. But as I came up, a solid hand struck the side of my head, clipping my ear. As I came up again, I caught the barrel of the shotgun, moving toward my face, and spun it sideways, slapping the stock to my side. I fired, eliminating my first opponent, then swung, while cycling the pump-forearm grip of the gun, to fire into my second opponent.
"Well," I muttered, rubbing the two new bruises on my head. "That worked."
As I kept moving, I also kept the shotgun close at hand, aftering dropping the now empty appropriated 9mm. As I approached another door, I knocked twice, pushed it open, then stepped aside. Inside I heard guns being cocked, and suddenly, a spray of gunfire flew through the door, as it stopped, I charged through, firing, taking out the three goons inside.
"Oh, sht, look what we got here!" I cast the now empty shotgun aside, opting instead for an AK-47, and a handful of loaded mags, the gun itself was in the process of being reload, with nothing occupying the magazine well, I finished the job for its unlucky owner. As I got to the door that led to the final gang, I made sure that my Five-seveN was within easy reach, and bust through the door.
The four remaining weren't expecting me, but after I emptied my stolen AK, they wouldn't be very capable of expecting anything except a funeral. I vaulted the counter, and turned toward the owners office, set aside near the restrooms, as I approached the door, I drew my FN.
I opened the door, and, just as I suspected, the gangs ringleader was discussing a deal with the owner. As I stepped in, the gangleader drew his gun, a quick kick, and his gun was on the owners desk.
"Discussing a deal?" I asked them, "Well, the only deal around here, is mine." With that I fired once, the armor-piercing bullet ripped right through my opponents head, killing him instantly. "I'll wave the charge for protection this week, but, next week I'll expect the standard, which is the best around. See you my friend."
I walked out, holstering my gun, heading toward my group. "Is everyone okay?" I asked.
"Johnny, he's shot, its not severe, but it counts, what do you want to do boss?" Johnny's friend, Bill Broase asked, looking at Johnny's injured arm, and back to me.
"Take him to the doc, I'll finish the run alone." With that, I headed toward my car.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 7
The Ferrari moved fast down the road. Ahead of me was a red light, and I slowed down for it. Looking over I saw a police car move out and around, driving slowly down the road behind me. The light turned green, and I drove on toward a motel, again, on the edge of town.
This time, alone, I walked through the door into the lobby. Noone jumped up with a machine gun, or charged at me with a shotgun, so I relaxed- only slightly- and walked up to the man at the counter.
"How may I help you, Sir?" he asked.
"Alex Payne, here to see your boss."
"The manager? He's up in his office, third floor, elevator is over there." He pointed to my right. I moved off in that direction, thanking him as I went.
I came to the elevator, and over to the left spotted the stairs, I went through the door, and took the stairs two at a time. Coming to the third floor about a minute later. I walked out, and looked over at the elevator.
There was noone there, I was being overly suspicious after the mess at the restaurant. I walked through the door into the managers office. He was standing there with a briefcase--
And a silenced Beretta.
"Hello Alex, I heard about your problems at the restaurant. I figured, you couldn't help but making a mess there, why should I trust you to make good your promise of, 'nobody messes with the Payne-ful gang.'" He cocked the hammer of the gun. Apparentely, that was a cue for a guy to put a gun to the back of my head.
"That there is an M4 carbine, Alex. Silenced, of course, don't want to wake anyone up in here do we. Well then, lets get down to business, shall we, sit down, and we'll start...discussing."
TO BE CONTINUED
OH BOY!! Cliffhanger ending on this one
Tell me what you think, I know this'll leave you wondering.
Wesforce
03-17-2004, 01:03 PM
Pretty slack of him to be caught out like that :scared:
(100th Post)
The Name is Payne
Chapter 8
Well, I thought It can't get much worse, the idiots forgot something...
"Hey, look, how much would it cost to get out of here." I said, a plan brewing in my head. "I'll pay you whatever you want."
"Fine then, $100,000, in cash, twenty minutes." The man behind the desk said. The silencer set to the back of my head slipped off slightly, moving away a few centimeters.
"Here, I'll give you a thousand now, sound good?" I stuck my right hand in my coat...
"Sure, sounds good"
And I grabbed the grip of my back-up revolver. Pulling the trigger twice I jumped up, and spun around, grabbing the now dead man behind me, spinning him to catch the 9mm bullets flying toward me, grabbing the grip to his M4, i sent a flurry of equally silent fire right back. And mine did serve its purpose.
I dropped the limp man in front of me. Walking forward I opened the briefcase, and confirmed there was $50,000 in cash inside, I grabbed the silenced pistol, and walked out the door.
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Throwing the case in the back of the car, I climbed in the front and tossed the Beretta in my hand on the floor. Starting up the Ferrari, and drove off to my next place, a gun shop near the police station.
This was always the hardest catch of all. I never wanted to be spotted by cops outside of my day job. If anyone was smart enough to connect the dots (as they all were) I wouldn't have a day job anymore.
As I approached, a uniformed cop was just leaving, I took his parking space, and walked through the front door. Inside, the man behind the counter was polishing a Les Baer Custom 1911. The one that was for me in fact.
"Hey, Alex, just admiring it, anything else?" Hugh, the store owner, and a good friend of mine, set the 1911 on the counter.
"Just two seven-shot mags, and a box of 230-grain Remington Golden Sabres."
"That'll be twenty-eight seventy-seven." I handed him the requisite amount of cash, then decided to mill around the store a bit. Seeing a nice little SKS on the wall, I stopped to investigate. Then I noticed the man searching a rack of black powder rifles in the corner. I recognized him too--
He was the Police Chief.
Sht, I thought, setting the SKS down, I turned toward the door, hoping he wouldn't notice me, I had a schedule after all, and I had to keep to it. There was about five minutes left until the store closed, if he waited until then to leave...
I reached the door, as I opened it, I heard him shout "Hey Alex!"
Sht.
EliteGi
04-13-2004, 10:18 PM
SwEeT sTuFf, very good indeed :D :cool:
MAJOR plot twist.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 9
Damn it, the chief of police is standing here talking to me, and I've got four of my goonies on their way! That was the problem with tight schedules, they could always screw you over when you weren't expecting it.
"Hello Alex, what are you doing out at this time? Want to join me at the bar, the rest of the gang is down there." His name was Percy Parker, it was a name he hated, but when you said 'chief Parker' he always said that made it sound right, as if it was meant to be. It wasn't.
To put it bluntly, the city's chief of police was so crooked, he ended up doing a half dozen U-turns, metaphorically speaking of course. He made me look like the saint I was, and in fact, the gang we were present locked in battle with...
Was his.
The biggest criminal organization in the city, almost 300 strong, made mine look like a dinner party between a handful of families. There were two things going for me though, one, he didn't know my relation to it. Two, we had skill and armament, his entire gang was armed with 9mm Glocks and Beretta's, and a handful of illegal M4 carbines. My armament issuing was based on a request setup, you got what you wanted.
"No, I'm kinda busy right now, I gotta--"
"Hell, break with tradition, take a slip into relaxation and come on down!"
"I'll think about it, but honestly I got stuff to do."
"Suit yourself. Maybe next weekend?"
"Sure" If there is a next weekend.
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Our history went back a ways. I used to be a cop, directly under his command. I got to many counts of police brutality, so he kicked me out. A few days later, I signed up for an interview to become a bounty hunter, it was then I uncovered Parkers present affairs.
It was in the top drawer on his desk, I was looking for my old badge, where he had left it. There was an envelope with a few thousand dollars and a letter explaining a hit someone wanted him to do. There was at least a dozen like letters, so I pocketed this one. When he returned, we discussed what being a bounty hunter in his district was about.
When I got home, at that time a small apartment in the downtown area, I called a friend Dennis Graden. He was a mafia contact from when I was a cop. I told him about the note, he told me to meet him somewhere. When we did meet he explained everything he knew, not much, he did know what 'Chief Parker" was up to, 'Chief Parker' was also 'Boss Parker.'
We pooled resources, Dennis bringing his 50-someodd man group, and me bringing a handful of close friends, and steadily started picking away, first slowly, at a steady pace, but eventually, it really picked up. Now 147 strong, the gang was performing beyond the 'Bostione boys.' The name was set so Percy would be able to walk around clean, no one would think it was he behind it all.
But he was.
And eventually, the death would reach the top.
Eventually.
Blue Aurora
05-22-2004, 04:05 AM
Fast-paced action...very good work Bean. When I get my stories up (that is, after Rolk removes the ban), I'll be posting plenty of my works up. ;) :cool:
The Name Is Payne
Chapter 10
I met the foursome, near the first of the last stops on the trip. The warehouse was set up so that thugs sitting in the Rock On Bar could watch the front door. The 4 men had been camping out, one pair in a modern Dodge Neon, the other pair in an older GMC Suburban, across the road from the warehouse.
In my hands I had some real hardware. The Les Baer was strapped to my hip in a custom holster, and in my hands I had an FAL, slung to my back, was an MP5SD. The first two to show up both had M4 carbines, sporting silencers, as we had to sneak in to good positions to draw some attention before opening up on the guys that would inevitably spill forth from the bar (probably half drunk too.)
The other two showed up later, silenced MP5's, and sawed-off shotguns were their tools. We creeped around the side of the building. When we reached the back door, the two guards were standing there, one of them smoking a cigarette, the other, drinking some beer. Two shots from the MP5 and they hit the ground, both with holes neatly drilled clear through their temples.
"Wow boss, It is true, your a good aim." John Stewert whispered, looking down at the two bodies.
"Twenty feet John, easier'n shootin' fish'n a buck't." Bill Brexebi had very bad vocabulary."
"Correct" I said, "John, you go first, I'll go in second, you three argue about third fourth and fifth."
John ran through the door, I was close behind, and by the time the others were in, I was halfway across the warehouse, new Les Baer in a two handed grip. I got to the stairs to the second floor windows, there was one man, the last located within or immediately near the warehouse. Silently, I was trading Les Baer for Fiber wire. I then proceeded to strangle the sniper in the window. He hit the ground, dead. I picked up his Dragunov rifle, and pulled out a .380 handgun from my back pocket. I fired seven shots at the ground beneath the catwalk I was presently standing on. Then threw the gun onto the pavement below, namely to break the glass window in front of me. Then I stuck the barrel of the rifle out the window, used it to smash all of the rest of the window. Then proceeded to open fire on the six men exiting the bar across the road.
They all went down, six dead, illegal weaponry falling on the ground in front of them.
"You guys have the sht loaded yet." I called to the four on the floor, loading boxes full of cash into the Suburban.
"Yeah, all set boss, ready to go yit?"
"Yeah Bill, meet you at the Mansion." The ground floor window made a great exit after twenty-eight rounds of sub-sonic 9mm ammunition went through it. Within a couple of minutes, FAL, MP5, and Drag were in the trunk of the Ferrari, and the Les Baer was on the floor next to me.
Now, one more stop tonight...
The Name is Payne
Chapter 11
The car slid neatly in the space between two large SUV's, and I wormed my way through the small opening of the door between the Ferrari, and the Ford Expedition on my left. My Les Baer was set on the seat, while I got my jacket from the trunk. I had to reach beneath all my artillery to get to it, but sure enough, my light, leather jacket was on. I closed my trunk, grabbed the Baer, and slipped it in my right jacket pocket. Closing the drivers door, I headed into the jewelry shop.
The owner had an outstanding debt with us. After losing a shipment of cocaine to a police raid due to an informant high in his little organised setup, he begged us to help cover his losses. We made an investment, and added a 10% interest to the money we gave him. So far he had mostly paid it back.
I walked in and asked the cashier where his boss, was "In his office." How'd I guess.
I walked through the door, and it was deja vu. The managers left arm was resting on a suitcase.
Only it wasn't him holding the gun this time.
Jack L. Samioso. Professional hitman, and otherwise general gun for hire was holding a weapon most would scoff at. A knife. In his briefcase was a pair of sawed-off shotguns, and a backup knife. I knew this because I hired him 3 months ago.
He held his knife in a grip most people scoffed almost as much as the knife he wielded. The blade stuck from the bottom of the hand, beneath the pinky finger, instead of between the index finger and thumb like most people used. The thumb therefore rested on the butt of the knife. Right now the blade of the knife was pointed right at me.
Behind the manager, Ellis Gray another man stood. This one, with a gun.
"Alex Payne, I remember you, the git who hired me to do an impossibly hard job-"
"After you gave up on it, I did it myself you lazy SOB, 15 minutes, one shot from my favorite little rifle. Look, let me and Ellis go, you can keep the money in the suitcase."
"I planned on that Alex, but I will let you two go..... For a price."
"How much."
"Two Hundred, Fifty thousand dollars."
"A quarter fcking million!! Your friggin whacked." I turned to leave...
"Alex, you walk out that door, my associate here will blow your foot off, and kill your friend."
"Fine. I got some more cash in my car. Join me?"
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Out at the Ferrari, I noticed they all flocked to the Expedition next to me.
"Your rig Jack"
"Yes, now wheres your money"
"Its in the trunk. Hang on"
I opened the trunk, reached in, and grabbed the FAL. Swinging it out, I shot Jacks associate, twice.
"ELLIS, get in the car!"
I turned to Jack, knowing he was outgunned, retreated to the cover of his SUV, I through the FAL back in the trunk, and slammed it shut.
I got in front, started the car, and peeled away.
Jack Samioso was right behind me.
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, schools crushing weight is upon me once more.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 13
Samioso walked toward me, knife in hand, and stopped inside a ring of flaming debris that appeared, rather humorously, to be surrounding us. Fighting in a ring of fire.
He dropped his briefcase, "Now we fight, mano a mano." He flipped open the blade of his knife.
"You know what they say Jack." I pulled a knife out of my pants pocket, "He who lives by the blade," I flipped open the blade of the razor-sharp knife, "Dies by the blade."
He approached me slowly, knife in his customary oddball grip, while I went with the more traditional "standard" grip. He stopped just outside of arms reach, taunting me per se. He reached in and slashed at my wrist, I twisted back, and swiped at his arm as it retreated. Just barely nicking it, so minor a wound, he didn't even notice the drop of blood on the back of his hand.
"You missed" I said.
He responded by lunging at my chest with the knife, I leaned back, and brought my right arm, knife arm, forward. I slashed his forearm at the same time he shifted the knife, slashing me. I got the top of his arm, he got the bottom of mine. We both brought our arms back, and surveyed the damage. I proceeded to quickly removed my jacket, this was a serious fight.
"Gotcha," Samioso said.
"Got you too." I replied.
He swiped the knife back and forth in front of my face, an amateurs move, one they always use to impress their opposition. The problem was, Samioso was better at it then any old amateur, this was his realm, realm of the knife. He stopped suddenly, knifepoint actually touching the tip of my nose - a swift slash, one that Jack didn't see coming tore a huge gash in his upper arm.
He backpedaled quickly, staring awestruck at the wound in his arm, there was quite a bit of blood seeping out. It wasn't a mortal wound, but it was a serious one nonetheless, if he survived tonight, he would be needing stitches.
He finally realized, knifefighting wasn't his realm alone...
I had encroached on his territory, his professional territory. The aspect that made him "better" than anyone else, his skill with a knife.
He came at me with renewed vigor, slashing here and there. What I couldn't dodge, I blocked, normally sucessfully, with my fist-fighting skills. He got me with a flesh wound twice, but finally he lightened up, and ended with a jab toward my chest, where I just backed up to avoid.
"Not bad Alex, though you could be better." Samioso, now sweating relatively profusely, stepped back a step before continuing, "Your turn."
"Fine," I moved forward slowing, then two steps away, I jab forward. He stepped to the side, out of my attack. I stepped with him, bringing my knife back, and slashing once on the across, missing, then reversed the knife in my hand, and tried again on the backslash, again missing.
Then, he kicked me.
I flew backward, unprepared, he caught me off balance, and sent me back about half-a-dozen feet. I saw him approaching, pulling a small back-up gun from his pocket. "Not only am I good with knives, Alex, I'm good with point-blank shots too," he lined the barrel of the gun up with my head, "Any last words."
"Think fast," I said, then threw the knife in my hand. It impaled itself into his chest, a perfect throw. I drew the Mini-Glock hastily from my ankle holster, then shot him twice before he got his wits back. The two 9mm bullets hit him in the head, and he fell.
I picked up the revolver on the ground, and went to the Ferrari. Ellis was standing there, managing to come to, and get out of the car. We headed toward the side of the interstate, hearing the police in the distance. The two of us hopped the guardrail, and went down the hill into town. The Glock disappeared back in the ankle holster, and Ellis scored a free Smith & Wesson revolver.
In the first parking lot we came to, there was a BMW, 740i. I popped the lock, and got in, finally managing to get the car started, I hadn't hotwired a car in ages. Ellis hopped in, and we drove off.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 14
Ellis and I rolled by his jewelry shop, I intended to drop him off here, but the cops were crawling all over the place. The chalk outline was on the ground, and Jack's associate was gone. We kept driving, I stopped in front of a bar Ellis pointed out to me, the Rivals Bar & Grill. I pulled the BMW into the parking lot, parking between a Stock Nissan Skyline and the exit.
Ellis hopped out, and I followed. He just wanted I drink, after my nights events I was hungry too. I checked my watch as we entered, it read 02:54, as we walked in, there, sitting at the bar was Chief Parker, and all his friends. Sure enough, as he had said when we met at the gun shop, here he was.
"Sht, Ellis, lets go." I started to turn to leave --
As luck would have, Parker turned to look, and saw me.
"Hey Alex," He called "You did make it! Come on over."
This was turning out to be one helluva bad day, and wasn't getting better.
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I was sitting next to Parker, his friends beside me, while Ellis was getting hits of whiskey and downing them almost faster than the bartender could refill his glass. Meanwhile, I was happily munching on some Buffalo Wings, and cheese sticks. Trying to tune out Parker, failing miserably.
"So then, I turned around, looked the DA straight in the eye, and said to him 'Suck it.' Then, I walked out his door, and left." He was in the middle of a story which displayed his ignorance quite well. Finally I finished my food, paid my bill, and turned to Parker.
"Well, worry to leave so quick, but I gotta go, before my friend here empties the joint."
"Aw, stay awhile longer Alex, the nights still young!"
"Yeah, thats my problem."
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Back in the BMW, we rolled past the jewelry shop again. Cops were still there, by now, all Ellis' employee's were gone, they'd've all left before the cops showed, per Ellis' orders. I drove on, heading to his apartment instead of the shop, less cops there.
Gray, still next to me, was obviously drunk, no doubt about it. Although, after the amount of whiskey he had downed I was shocked he was still alive! When we left, it was already taking its effect on him, as he stumbled to the car, the wrong car, and I had to steer him toward my stolen car. Then we managed to finally drive off, there was no doubt I'd have to help him to his apartment when we get there.
As I circled back towards the apartment, I watched the stoplight in front of me turn green. As I pulled out onto the road, suddenly, a pair of cars came screaming by. Street Racers, I thought, then gunned the engine, and started after them.
They were driving four-cylinder shtboxes, I was driving a BMW 740i, with a V8 engine. Within a few dozen seconds I was on their tails. They chose a good night for the racing anyway, no traffic in sight, finally I was right on top of them. They saw me, and decided to attempt to go faster, considering they were already going as fast as the cars could go, they didn't get very far ahead of me. I pressed the gas a little harder, and upshifted, putting me in sixth gear.
They looked over at me, and decided to gang up on me, and knock me out of contention. I welcomed it. The two drivers tried to sandwich me, and lead me by force into the guardrails, I merely turned to the right, getting right up behind a guy in a Dodge Neon. He tried to turn to put me on track of being between him and his Ford Focus wielding buddy, I stuck to the ass-end of his car like there was a very tight chain. He decided to slow down, I turned to the right, and tapped the right side of his rear bumpers. His inability to drive, combined with the minor tap, which at 80 miles per hour, threw out the butt of the light, cheap car. He couldn't control the car, spun out, and went smack into the guardrail, if the crash didn't kill him (which it wouldn't were he seatbelted,) his parents probably would, between wrecking the car, and street racing the car.
The other driver decided he wanted to do the same to the left-rear quarter panel on my car, he went to tap it, I downshifted, and floored it, getting up another 10 MPH faster than his car could even contemplate going. His turning to try to knock my car ended up sending him part of the way across the road. I slowed down to get back onto his level, and he tried the trick again on the right side of "my" car, I slowed down this time, and he pulled across the front of my car, I sped up and pulled alongside him. He turned toward me, and raised two fingers in a fairly obscene gesture. I proceeded to tap his car.
He didn't have his hands on the steering wheel, and the way the car was twisting around the road, it probably was a good thing. In the end, the start of a bridge guardrail served as the end of his joyride. Meanwhile I set my sights on Ellis' place, these two morons screwed with my timetable.
More awesome gunfighting!
Comments appreciated.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 15
I pulled the stolen BMW into the parking lot of the apartment building. As I slowed to a stop near the front door, a drunken Ellis Gray stirred in the passenger seat, I turned to him, "Come on Ellis, get up, you're home."
He looked at me, then looked out the passenger window at the apartment complex, looked back at me, opened the door, and climbed out. I followed his lead, opening my door, slipping out of the car, and getting around the vehicle to his side. Even in a drunken stupor, Ellis knew what he was doing. He headed straight for the front door, fumbling with his keys, he wasn't walking in a straight line, but his goal was obvious.
Gray unlocked and opened the door, and I followed him inside, we went straight to the elevators, and called for one. I glanced at my watch, 03:31, I'd have to be back at the mansion in half an hour, so we could decide on what to do next in our scheme of evil plans. The elevator arrived, knocking me out of my own thoughts, we climbed aboard, and headed for the fourth floor. When the elevator arrived there, we stepped out into a hallway on the left, a fairly grand hallway, Ellis' room was the third one in, on the left side. He walked up to the door, fumbling with his keys again, he unlocked the door, and a cat came from down the hall, running toward him. He looked up, "Hi, Aries!" he said, bending over to pick the cat up, "How'd you get out?"
Ellis picked up his cat, and turned back toward the door, when it all clicked into place in my head.
"Wait, Ellis, he wasn't out when you left?"
"No, Alex, he was sleeping on my bed. Why?"
"Your door was locked?"
"Yes, but why --"
"Move," He stepped aside, and I got on the right side of the door, "Cover your ears..." I threw the door open.
And out flew a flurry of bullets.
Damn, I hate it when I'm right. I thought, drawing my .45, I stuck the gun around the corner and fired twice, stepping into the doorway, I saw the kitchen ahead a few feet, a entryway to the right of the hallway I was standing in. Firing, I advanced to the cover provided by the cabinetry. When I reached the kitchen, a flurry of gunfire struck pans hanging over my head, a few fell on top of me, I fired back blindly, when my gun clicked empty, I pulled it back to reload. I heard two gunshots coming from the doorway, Ellis had joined the fight with his new revolver. I hopped up, and drew a bead on the first person I saw, right in front of me, using a couch as cover, I fired twice, taking him in the shoulder, and the left cheek. The angle of the second round had it coming out right behind the right ear, taking a large portion of the guys head with it. I ducked back down as a series of gunshots redirected themselves at me.
Suddenly, Ellis was at my side, he opened the cylinder of the revolver, two left. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a handful of .38 rounds, I then handed them to Gray, "Don't waste them." Ellis pulled out the four fired rounds, and replaced them, he flicked his wrist, and the cylinder disappeared back into the rest of the gun. He knew what he was doing anyway.
"Okay, theres four left, maybe more in other rooms. They have some real artillery, MP5's and Uzi's, be careful, and we can do this, okay?" Ellis nodded, "Okay, your on that side"-- I pointed to the entryway we had just come through-- "And I'll take them from over there"-- I pointed to the entryway to our right, which led directly to the living room. "Go!"
We moved to our designated positions, I holstered my .45 in favor of the 9mm Beretta I had picked up earlier in the night. I stuck my head out, and pulled back just in time to avoid it getting ripped apart by a group of bullets. I stuck my gun around and fired three times, then I stuck my head out to make further shots aimed fire, and proceeded to empty ten more rounds at the location of my assailant. I ducked back to reload, ejecting the magazine out of the Beretta, I grabbed another one from my pocket, getting it aligned with the magazine well of the pistol --
A shadow on the floor gave me enough warning, I threw the handgun to the floor, whipped out my knife, whirled up, jammed it into my attackers gut, flipped it out and down, coming up still farther, I rammed it home into his throat. I punched him in the chest, sending him soaring backwards, I then dove to my left, lead tearing up the wall past where my head had just been. I landed on my pistol, finished the reload, and decided quickly to run to the bedroom. The opening into the living room had an opening on the wall right next to it, leading into Ellis' bedroom, I dove, firing, into the room. When I landed I got up, and unholstered my Five-seveN, gripping it firmly in my left hand, Beretta firmly in my right, I swirled out the door, firing directly at the MP5K wielding goon on the other side of the coffee table. I emptied both guns, but killed him in the process, as I went to reload, I found out I was out of ammo for both.
Only one thing was worse, more bad guys were coming down the hall, carrying bigger guns...
Wow, its been awhile, eh? Heres the next chapter, its just a wee bit late.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 16
I grabbed a Micro-uzi sitting on the ground next to me, cast aside my Beretta, holstered my Five-seveN, and turned to Ellis, who had just appeared next to me. He was putting the last load of bullets in the revolver I had given to him. I noticed that his drunken nature from before had seemingly worn off, this was good considering what was soon to be occuring.
"How much ammo do you have?" I asked him, checking the status of ammo in the Uzi.
"Five, total." He replied, picking up an MP5K from the ground nearby. He checked to ensure it was loaded, I was surprised at his skill with weapons. He caught my semi-quizzical look, "Two years, spent in the company of ex-Special Forces operatives and their equipment, some of it wears off onto you, and what doesn't, they straight-up teach you."
"Ah, you ready to do this?"
"I've been waiting for you to ask." He said, slapping the magazine back in the gun for emphasis. "Lets do it."
We went to the kitchen, and prepared for when they stepped around the corner. The first one to do so ended up getting a wall of high-speed lead, and flew back into the hallway. By now, I was surely capable of hearing people on their phones with the police, and generally screaming and making noise, I proceeded to ignore them. I would benefit from this when the barrel of an M4 appeared around the corner, and started spraying are hideout with plenty of bullets. When it clicked empty, Ellis returned fire, I told him to cover me, handing him my Mini-Glock for when he ran out of ammo, something that would soon happen.
I ducked around into the small corridor, hearing the carefully aimed fire from Gray fly past my head. He certainly knew how to shoot, I was suddenly very glad of this. I reached the entrance to the hallway, I motioned for Ellis to stop firing, he ejected the mag on the pistol, fired the chambered round, and made sure the following clicks were noticable.
A gun barrel reappeared around the corner, I grabbed it, dragged the man into the corridor with me, and promptly broke his neck before he could recover from the shock of what had just happened. I pulled the Uzi from my belt, and emptied it blindly around the corner, then pulled out my 1911, with the last seven rounds of ammo I had in my possesion, then, rolled out into the hallway. There lay three bodies, fully perforated, I waved Ellis out to follow me.
We started down the hall, Ellis handed me some car keys, they were to his other car, an old Honda Civic, I shook my head. At least it will be subtle, hopefully. Ignoring the elevator, the two of us barrelled down the stairs, about five at a time. We reached the bottom floor quickly, and within seconds of that, we were in the parking lot, in Ellis' car, I was peeling out of the parking lot, accelerating rapidly, shifting gears when neccessary. By the time the police arrived, we were about three blocks away.
"Well, that was fun." I said, "I wasn't expecting you to be that handy."
"Neither did I, evidentally, I still have what it takes, eh?" He smiled.
"Yeah, say, you want a job?" My cue to smile.
"Sure, with you, I assume."
"Who else?"
"Lets go, I haven't had fun in a while, well, tonight excluded." He settled into the seat, and I set course for the mansion.
Oh, is it that bad that no one is reading it? :(
The Name is Payne
Chapter 17
When we arrived at the Mansion, Ellis and I headed right in, I motioned to have some people move the car into the garage. We headed right in to meet up with Dennis, he saw us approach, saw the cut on my arm, my arm which was now mostly covered in dried blood from the cut. He also noticed the multitude of shrapnel wounds on both Ellis and I.
"You two okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, we are. What do you expect, of course we're going to be a little ruffled, its Friday night, well, Saturday morning now." We had reached the "Gun Gallery" now, and I was pulling weapons from various hiding places, setting them on the bartop to be put away. Something Dennis was doing now, I set the Les Baer on the bartop, and waved Dennis' hand away from it when he went to put it away. "Just get me more ammo."
"Three loaded eight round magazines." He smacked them on the countertop. "Plus one to swap out."
I loaded the eight-rounder in place of the seven-rounder in the gun. With this now out of the way, Ellis set the revolver from earlier on the bartop, and asked Hopperman for something more efficient, preferably with a holster. Dennis gave him a smaller pistol and a holster, when Ellis was loaded out with this, we went upstairs to plan out our commando raid.
We entered a dark conference room, a projector hung from the ceiling, displaying on the wall, a still image of a warehouse on the edge of town. Closer inspection of the image showed some marks highlighting guards on the outside of the building. This was where we were going to commence our commando style raid tonight. A major drug facility for the police chiefs gang, out back of the warehouse was a small dock, which allowed two means of shipping in or out. One could bring the drugs in or out of the facility by means of vehicle, or boat. The latter was our entrance tonight.
Dennis, and I gave our points of the brief, me going over the attack plan, and contingencies in case of our plan going off track, Dennis going over his favorite topic, weapons. Discussing what we were likely to be wielding when entering the facility, and what the opponents were likely to be wielding themselves. This is where I zoned out for a while, until he said "Alright then, lets go!"
All the people in the room filed out, heading downstairs to equip for the nights activities. Once everyone was armed, we all headed into the garage. Everyone piled into a wide variety of vehicles, the plan called for us to be fairly inconspicous. We would all take different routes to the warehouse, and all arrive at various times, making it seem like a normal, average shindig, instead of a convoy of vehicles converging. Once everyone was in a vehicle and ready, we started rolling out of the garage and onto the road, wrapping are way along the fairly deserted roads. Eventually, I reached the warehouse/staging area. We were planned to be the first ones there, I pulled the car out back, and drove it into the warehouse after Dennis opened the bay doors. Once in, we all gathered around the trunk and started retreiving our weapons. I grabbed an M4, a sawed off shotgun, and two other pistols. I slung the M4, slipped the sawed-off on my back, pointing in such a way that I merely had to grab the grip over my right shoulder, the extra pistols I put in places where I could get too them easily, but weren't in my way.
Other people arrived, and geared up, we got some boats in the water, and piled in. It was go time.
Wesforce
09-01-2005, 04:12 AM
Quite the Novel you've got going on here :scared:
Well there's not much I can really say: Its pretty good for what it is, you certainly know your small arms (and maybe your cars too but I don't) and the action doesn't let up... But maybe for a chapter or two you should throttle back and let the dialogue take centre stage for a bit, lest you become what is essentially a graphic gun showcase...
Do keep it up though :color1:
Suggestion noted Wes, and it should be over soon, I hope... :shifty:
Anyways, it hasn't been updated regularly, I know, but I want to get it out of the way, and I don't want to randomly end it either, so without further interruption...
The Name is Payne
Chapter 18
The boats were quiet and fast, within moments we were parked at the docks outside of the back entrance to the drug facility. We all climbed silently onto the dock, and crept slowly towards the backdoor of the building. Some people were armed with silenced weapons, they dispatched the two guards on the back wall quietly from a distance, and went on guard on the sides as the rest of the attack team, totalling about ten people, crept to the back door. There was a padlock keeping it shut. Dennis grabbed a small pair of bolt cutters from his belt and cut the lock. I grasped the grip of the M4 carbine, opened the door, and ran in.
Nobody had heard our approach, which was good. But they did see us entering.
Two guards already had weapons in their hands, they raised them, and started firing. I dispatched them quickly as Ellis came through the door, bringing his MP5 to his shoulder and firing in unison with me. The two guards went down, weapons skittering along the floor. The gunshots attracted more attention, and suddenly, everyone was running like mad, most armed to the teeth. Dennis and the rest of the crew were now in, bringing with them firepower to boot. Anyone without cover on the opposing force was cut to ribbons by bullets pouring out the barrels of our illegal firearms.
I moved towards Dennis, and from him got the explosives to blow up the equipment. With that tucked away in the bag on my back, I swapped the M4 for a smaller TMP, which could easily be fired one handed, and prepared my run to the first machine. It wasn't too difficult, everyone was fighting with the main attack force and, though they saw me break away, they couldn't do anything about it without risking themselves. When I got there, I whipped out the C4, and quickly set it where it needed to go. I reached back down and grabbed the TMP from where I left it on the ground. I started around to the next planting-point, I stepped around the back of the drug "machine," to avoid the firefight, and instead, got backhanded in the face.
I hit the ground, TMP flying across the concrete. My attacker raised his foot, preparing to stomp my face, I rolled to my side, whipping out the sawed-off shotgun from my back and put two shells of buckshot in the side of his face before his foot hit the ground. I reloaded, and put the gun back in its place. I again headed towards the next one in the chain, pulling out a 9mm Glock. As I approached, two men started opening up fire upon me. Conveniently, there was a fairly thick table with trays of cocaine prepared for processing on top of it, I dumped the table over, and got behind it, it was sufficient cover to stop the 9mm bullets coming at me, what few were accurate enough to come near me, anyway. I stood from my crouching position long enough to fire four rounds at them, noticing they were behind a steel desk, which was sufficient to stop bullets from any of the weapons I had on me. I got down again as they returned fire, pulling a grenade from my belt, I pulled the pin and threw it. About three seconds later, a loud explosion sounded, and they were gone. Convenient.
I placed the next explosive charge. Dennis had broke away from the firefight and placed charges on the stations on the other side of the symettrically laid out warehouse, he was now finishing himself. I started back towards the back door. I got about fifteen feet when a knife-wielding man came from nowhere, swinging his butterfly knife from a high angle aimed to cleave my face in two. I dropped my Glock, grabbed his arm by the wrist, and twisted. Before I had suceeded in doing much more than slowing his swing, his left arm grabbed my right, and pulled it away, pushing it up above my head, so he could continue swinging his blade at my face. I grabbed his wrist with my still free left hand, and wasted no time pushing it back up, and slamming my forehead into his nose. He stumbled backwards, releasing my right arm, I brought it forward to punch him in the face, hard. He was still reeling when my foot impacted with his chest, dropping him to the ground. I grabbed the knife from his hand, and impaled him in the throat with it.
I unslung my M4 again, and started at a run towards the back door. The gunfight was still raging, two of our men were down. One was surely dead, as little remained of his upper body and head, the other one merely had a gunshot wound to the chest. I regrouped with the men at the crates they were using for cover in the fight, I continued firing at the other troops, until Dennis returned. We started backing out, me and Ellis were firing at the other mobsters with one of my other gangsters, while the others helped are wounded to escape. Once outside the door, it didn't take long at all for us to reach the boats, and as soon as we did, Dennis flipped the detonator, and a huge explosion resounded from the warehouse in front of us. Blowing out windows and punching a whole in the roof. Flames quickly engulfed the inside of the building, and with our job completed, we started the boats moving back to our vehicles. Mission Accomplished.
MaXiMuZZZ
10-16-2005, 06:56 PM
Reminds me of the movie Sin City a bit. Nice work Bean. :)
:shifty:
It's been awhile, what with homework, writers block, and all sorts of things like that, but here is the next chapter in the soon to be complete story...
The Name is Payne
Chapter 19
It was six ' clock in the morning when we returned to the mansion after the hellish night. The rest of the weekend promised to be relaxing, as there was nothing planned by anyone in the gang, having figured on dealing enough destruction for the weekend. I walked in the door, and dropped my equipment on the counter, Dennis came in, and started putting everyones weapons away. Suffering from a headache, and some obvious hearing loss, I started upstairs, planning on a long, hot shower, and some sleep.
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I awoke Monday morning, the rest of the weekend had been spent relaxing, and now it was time to go into work again. After getting prepared for the day ahead, I headed downstairs, stopping to get the Star BM, and other weapons I would need for the various situations I might find myself in during the typical day. With that done, I headed out to the garage, brandishing the keys, I got into the Suburban and started off towards the police department.
The route I took avoided most of the 8 A.M. traffic in the area, which is good, it meant I'd probably get there early today. A few rather boring minutes passed until I reached my destination, the police station was a three floor building located on a bend in the road, essentially creating an L with the road, with the station located on the short side, just beside the bend. I parked on the long side of this L, about 50 yards up from the station. I hopped out of the Suburban, grabbing the BM, and putting it in the holster located to the small of my back. I also grabbed the new Les Baer I had picked up this weekend, and tucked it into a holster on my belt, over my right hip.
I walked into the building, a known face, so nobody asked me what I needed or anything. The staircase was right next to the entrance, I climbed a flight of stairs, and took a left once I reached the next floor. I walked a little ways down the hallway here, until I reached the administrative offices. I walked around Ernie Howzers desk which was located right inside the archway, 'Chief Parker' was standing with Howzer and another of the cops, as I approached, he sent the uniformed officer on his way.
"Ah, Payne, how was your weekend?" Parker asked as I approached.
"It started out pretty busy, but it ended up being pretty good." I replied, noticing something I didn't like in his tone.
"I see you finally made it to the bar friday night, hope you had fun there."
"I did, sir."
"Good, I also hope you had fun during your weekends killing spree." He smiled, the smile of someone winning a chess match, the smile that accompanies a checkmate.
"Wha --"
"Your car, the Ferrari, I saw it at the Gun shop, I saw it later at the scene of a murder, as well as this entire file pinning you for a number of different crimes of this weekend." He held up a manila envelope, and shook it a little for emphasis.
"I hope you don't plan on going through with this, you corrupt bastard!" I shouted, using my finger for emphasis.
"Corrupt?! I've done great things for this city! Cuff him, Howzer." His smile broadened as his plan reached fruition, the way I was seeing it, he planned to put my gang and me down for all the atrocities committed by his gang as well as the not-so-hideous thing my gang had done. There was no way I was going to stand for being pinned as a drug dealing, civilian murdering gang-banger. Howzer approached me, cuffs in hand, and grabbed my left arm. I twisted it, grabbing his wrist, and jerked it up and around, using my foot to take his legs out from under him, dropping him on the ground. I dove backwards over Howzers desk as I saw Parker draw his gun, my 1911 came into hand in mid-air, and I fired once. I watched the bullet strike the chief in the left arm, before I could get a second shot, I was on the ground behind Howzers desk, bullets from the chiefs Glock in the air above me.
Stuck in a building surrounded by enemies I couldn't morally kill was hardly the worst position I've ever been in, but it was pretty bad. The desk provided enough cover to stop the nine millimeter bullets for now, but I had to move soon. I stuck the .45 in my hand over top of the desk, and fired blindly, aiming high so as not to hit any cops, and moved quickly out of the office before anyone could return fire. At the stairwell were a pair of cops, I quickly moved back into the hall, and looked to the window on the right. It was directly over the entrance to the building, and it gave me a clear run to my ride. I looked back to the stairwell, the cops had heard the gunfire, and were quickly drawing bead on me with their guns, I dove feet first through the window, landing on the canvas awning over the entry to the building. It gave under my weight, and I hit the ground. I started running towards the Suburban a short way down the road. The cops in the window started firing at me, and I fired back in response, my bullets going wide.
I reached my ride as a quartet of police cruisers were clearing the parking garage on the side of the building, I hopped in and started the large SUV, throwing my Star on the seat next to me, and reloading the .45 before putting it in the same easy reach. I threw the vehicle in gear, and moved from the parking space, the cops were stopping, and I rolled in between them as they tried to move to block the road in front of me. The road was otherwise clear as I put the pedal down, I looked into the rearview to see the cop cars forming up behind me, and with that, the chase was on.
Wow, has it truly been almost a year? Dayum how time does fly.
After this chapter, there is an epilogue, then the story is over. It's amazing how relatively boring Creative Corner has become, compared to the activity it once witnessed.
The Name is Payne
Chapter 20
The SUV was a bad choice in vehicles to drive in a cop chase, but it was a little late to change my mind at this point. I took a hard left turn through an intersection, the Suburban fishtailed -- a lot. I fought the vehicle to get it back in line, counter-steering as much as the wheel in front of me would allow, and carefully giving it enough gas to keep from spinning completely around. Once I got it back in line, I looked in the rear-view. Sure enough, black and white, blue and red as far as the eye could see behind me.
I sat there, the speedometer climbing fast, the gearshift in my right hand moving in time, trying to decide on the best route of action to take. I couldn't give up on my quest for justice. The chief was a heartless criminal, the only way anyone could bring him down would have to be by way of vigilantism, the exact thing I was seeking. Ideas ran through my head at record pace, and I sorted and weighed the pros and cons of each one. Eventually I managed to decide upon a course of action that would allow me to get away from this mob of well-intentioned, well manipulated police.
There was a warehouse by the docks of the city, the trip there from where I was could be made pretty quick, especially at the speedometer snapping speeds that I was doing. First problem with this idea was, I had to make a right turn within a few streets of my current position.
I hit the brakes, the weight shift of the heavy vehicle disturbed the balance it had and the rear-end began to slide out, tires squealing in protest. I kept the SUV under control, feeling the big brakes I had installed on the beast working their magic. As I slowed, I downshifted the vehicle to match, reaching second gear, I cranked the steering wheel, and the vehicle drifted its way around the corner onto the side street. An old lady in a station wagon was driving in the other lane, her line equal to the line my rear wheel was tracing. I floored the gas, lighting the rear tires up in a brilliant display of smoke. The Suburban hauled itself straight, narrowly missing the old lady in her car.
The police were much more careful around the corner, some taking to the sidewalk to avoid any traffic that would be on this road. The old lady was already stopped in her lane after my display of technique, so she posed no worry to the cops. They all floored the gas, and started after me again.
I steered my vehicle around a pickup in my lane, cutting back in front of it to avoid the sedan coming down the other lane. The two other vehicles pulled to the side of the road upon hearing the multitude of sirens. Luckily for me, the road was clear now, and docks were straight ahead.
When I reached the docks, I drifted the Suburban around the first right hand corner, floored it straight for a couple hundred yards, then cut left. Down this stretch of the docks were a line of warehouses, I put my foot down on the accelerator, and the speedo climbed upwards. Finally, at the end of the line, one warehouse was sitting there, looking very serene given what was about to happen to it. I hit the brakes as hard as I could, and the vehicle ended up parked sideways, cop cars jerked to a stop all around on the access road to the warehouse, stopping a few dozen yards back from my truck.
I climbed out the passenger side, grabbing the Star and Les Baer on the way. I popped open the rear passenger door, reaching behind the seat to grab all the weapons that were in the back of the SUV. I left a couple of the larger, meaner, more illegal guns there, as they'd slow me down way too much, besides, they'd give the cops some good evidence later.
Carrying as much as I could, I sprinted into the warehouse. Hell was soon to be unleashed, and it could be felt in the air.
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I ran around the warehouse, stashing guns in places cops wouldn't look for them. I made sure I hid the best guns in the best places, as my intention wasn't to end the fight here, merely to ensure that I would be able to end the fight later, something I wouldn't be able to do if the police stripped me of my good weapons.
I finished up, and started formulating a plan in my head for what I'd do to get out of here and past the mob of cops. While I was in the middle of this, the door in front of me burst in, and in poured the cities S.W.A.T. team. I wasn't prepared for them to be so fast, but I wasn't caught flat-footed either. I dashed out towards the back of the building as fast as I could. They started firing at me as I went, their orders -- not surprisingly, were surely to shoot on sight. I dove through the door into a back room, moving quickly towards the door on the other end. I opened that up and found a string of bullets awaiting me, striking the door in beside me, and causing me to dive back to prevent myself from being perforated.
There was no escape. The S.W.A.T. team was smart, they came in front and back, planning to catch me in the middle. At that they succeeded. But, they underestimated me, for I finally had a plan of action that would work, and it would work without a problem.
I went to the corner of the room, and took out my cell phone. For this plan to work, I had to get it started in the first place.
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John Bariks lead the S.W.A.T. team through the front door, when the guys finally busted down the door, he was the first one through. He caught sight of the target, running towards a door nearby to him. His eyes made a good sight picture, and his fingers tightened on the trigger of the MP5, and a burst of fire leapt from the barrel. Other members of his team joined in in the 'festivities,' but soon Payne was out of sight.
Bariks heard gunfire from the other end of the building, and waited until it had ended before pulling out his radio.
"Team One to Team Two. What's your status?"
"Team Two, He dove back into the room before we could take him down. What's the plan, boss?"
"We storm the room. He can't cover two doors at once." Bariks and his team moved to the door as he announced his plan to the other S.W.A.T. crew.
"Copy, in position."
"On three. 1... 2... 3!"
The two doors burst in at the same time, Bariks heard one gunshot, then the grunt of one of the members of Team Two, another shot, and one of his team members went down to the ground. Bariks spun towards the opposite corner of the room, there was Payne, holding a gun in each hand. Bariks lined up a shot with his MP5, and watched as Payne dropped one gun, and turned the other towards his own chest. He fired, and a bullet tore through the mans own flesh and bone. Bariks watched a small smile find its way to Paynes lips, and the gun fell from his hand.
Bariks took a risk, dropping the MP5, he charged forward, sliding to a stop next to the suspected criminal. He pressed his fingers to Paynes neck, then pulled out his radio.
"He's dead. Bring in the bag."
Holy biscuits Batman! It's the end!
The Name is Payne
Epilogue
When Tom Smith, a morgue-worker, came into work the next day, he was planning on it being a regular old boring Tuesday, little did he know he was in for a very interesting day.
He came in, and saw one of his coworkers staring at an empty body bag sitting on one of the tables in the morgue.
“There was somebody in there last night, I know that there was somebody in there last night.” He said as Tom stepped up sipping his coffee.
“John, since when do dead bodies get up and leave the morgue of their own accord?”
“Check the tag, there was somebody in that bag.”
Tom checked the tag, “Alex Payne?” He thought a moment. “Should we call the cops?”
“Sounds like an excellent idea. I’ll grab the phone.” John went into the office, grabbed the handset off the receiver and made the call.
“With the death of Alex Payne, we will see a decline in overall gang violence, nobody will be afraid to take a walk down the streets and in the park!”
The police chiefs words were heard with a cheer from the crowd, he paused for a moment to soak up the sounds, then continued. “There will be no more drug deals in the parks, no more drivebys on the streets, no more wanton destruction, no more civilians caught in the crossfire of a gang war. The big bad boys of town are disbanded with the death of their leader!!!”
More cheers erupted, and the chief had a beaming smile fit to kill on his face. In his mind, it was great to be him, and he couldn’t wait to get back to the station, where yet another party awaited him, this one among friends, fellow cops, and other partners of a more shady venture.
As the chief descended the staircase, a gigantic hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and he fell swiftly and suddenly towards the ground. As soon as he struck it, a gunshot reverberated through the downtown plaza. The crowd dispersed suddenly, everyone going every which way. The police on the podium drew their service pistols and started looking everywhere, wondering who would be the next to fall. There was no second shot, nobody else collapsed. As suddenly as it began, it was all over.
Alex Payne put the Barret rifle in the trunk of his Toyota Supra, and then climbed in the drivers seat. It was an excellent time to be him, nobody knew he was alive, the person who framed him was dead, and in tomorrow’s newspapers, everyone would learn that the police chief had been spitting out a line of bull.
His only question was which town he’d call home next.
The End...
Wesforce
03-12-2007, 07:46 PM
Wow... An epic :dead:. Nice to see that chief got what was coming to him. But, ah, how exactly did pain get up and walk away from shooting himself in the chest and flatlining? Also those lines in the second-to-last post make it a bit of a pain to read. On my resolution at least...
Wow... An epic :dead:. Nice to see that chief got what was coming to him. But, ah, how exactly did pain get up and walk away from shooting himself in the chest and flatlining? Also those lines in the second-to-last post make it a bit of a pain to read. On my resolution at least...Well then, I guess you need to up your resolution to 1600x1200 like a real man. :p
As for the flatlining and walking away bit, this would really require another story to explain, but I'm not about to start one now, as it would quickly be forgotten in a rush of schoolwork. I will say that part of my idea for Payne's character is a background in the CIA, including learning the ability to control ones heart rates (like some Asian Monks are capable of doing.) This would allow him to flatline and recover without any real damage to his body, outside of a through-and-through gunshot wound to his chest.
Maybe I'll write a prelude to this story eventually, but it isn't in the cards until at least summer. I'll probably try to keep it shorter than this one, though (hey, at least the chapters are short!!) :shifty:
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