Comp: Under

[Bean]

My Competition entry

Under- Part 1
By Bean


My Beretta tucked firmly under my trenchcoat, I stepped into the courtyard. As planned Bill Baldwin was sitting at a bench, about fifty meters away. As I approached him, he turned to greet me.

"Jack!!"

"And Jill fell in the grave." I said darkly. Reaching into my pocket, I extracted a folded-up piece of paper. And handed it to him, attached to it was a small sixty-four megabyte USB key. He took the note, and put it in his briefcase.

"Thank you," He said, looking around. "I assume you weren't followed?"

"Note that I know of," I replied. "Any big busts?"

"Two, one on your information. The Serarra warehouse down in Chinatown, and the Bouwarza barn in the countryside. We're planning to hit the Serarra warehouse downtown, but we need more info for the warrant, damn judges are so freaking stubborn."

"Obviously" I replied.

"Also, I need some info on Kip Reyarn. His trials in 3 days." Bill was like this, give him fifteen days notice to tell me something, and I'd learn about five minutes before its deadline.

"Okay, tomorrow. Meet place three." I turned to leave.

"Got it, tomorrow."

"Yep." And I headed to the door.

In hindsight, I should of watched Bill for a few seconds more, but I guess we're all like that. In hindsight, I should have done a lot of things different, but on this occasion, I really meant it.

Because on this occasion, It got someone killed.

The gunshot filled the entire courtyard, scaring away pigeons, and people alike. I dropped instantly, Beretta 96 in my hand, ready to put a bullet any where. I saw Bill, head scattered across the grass, and a red dot in the middle of all the mess. I followed the dot to its source, seeing a man in a black coat walking away, what looked like a large black stick in his hand, but I knew it to be a gun. By the time I had my gun up, he was gone. My first chance for revenge a missed one, I turned toward the exit, and ran.

[Bean]

Second part of my competition entry (obvious?)

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Part 2

I couldn't go to the cops, being undercover and all. But I was pretty damn sure I knew who was responsible. Armed only with a .40S&W Beretta, and my wits, I drove to the nearest gun shop. Not to buy guns, but ammo.

I knew what kind of ammo, and even what magazines to buy, and I walked out with my hands full. In the car, I put the ammo in the mags, and the mags in my pockets. I then drove to a restaurant, and sat in the car, waiting until closing time.

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There was only a ten minute wait before closing time. I would've waited all of them, except a brand new Porsche pulled in, and drove around back. Following both the car, and my instincts, I chased it out back.

There, a man climbed out, and went to the trunk of the car, opening it, he extracted a short black case. He shut the trunk, locked the car, and started towards the door. He walked through the back service door, and I went over and investigated his fancy little sports car.

I peered through the window, and noted an expended rifle cartridge case. I though back to the glimpse I had caught of Bill's assassin, comparing it to the look I had gotten of this guy. What I realized was that my instincts hadn't lied, I also hadn't realized it, but the little Porsche in front of me had been outside, in the parking lot when I had met Bill. I also realized that it had been at the hotel that my "fake" (criminal) boss resided at.

I looked toward the door, it was very slightly ajar. I drew my Beretta, and headed in. Right into the lions mouth.

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I hazarded a glance around the corner, seeing two men wandering aimlessly down the hall. At the other end was a door into the back of the adjacent hotel, the killers hideout. I took out my knife, and crept up behind the two goons, being careful to make sure no one came up behind me.

When I reached them, I slammed my knife through the back of the right criminals neck, the other one started to pull his gun out of his pocket, but I had shot him twice before his hand even reached it. Leaving my knife, I scanned the hall, apparently no one had heard the gunshots, or, perhaps a better explanation is no one made anything out of it.

I moved towards the hotel. Constantly keeping my back to a wall, when I reached the door, I noted it too, was slightly ajar.

Suddenly, I got the feeling, that I was being tricked.



I wasn't in charge here, the goons were easy to handle, not because I had surprised them, but because I had been led in here, and they were part of the trick. Someone probably heard the shots, made something out of it, but knew exactly what was happening, and wanted it to continue.

So that they could get me.

[KÖNIGSTIGER]

keep up the good work buddy i gotta read this!

[Bean]

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Part 3



I played along with their trick anyway, knowing that if I kept it up, I wouldn't live too much longer, but I decided it wouldn't hurt, in the short run. Also Considering I didn't know a back way in.

I kicked open the door, and dove in, firing my Beretta at the guy on the left. There was of them, one on each side, and as six shots took the left guy in the gut, he fell backwards, his AK spewing its own lead trail at the ceiling, perforating it with 30 holes, all in a very ragged line. I hit the ground as the guy on the right brought his Mac-11 to bear on me, and before he could fire, two shots went through his head.

I got up off my back, and reloaded. Seeing a flight of stairs ahead of me, the door in between me and them ajar, I angled off toward an elevator near the back of the room, which apparentely was a back room that had all sorts of backways all over the hotel. I reached the elevator, and stepped inside.

There was only three floors, so I guessed that the third one was the one I wanted. As I stepped out, I noticed three men guarding a slightly ajar door at the top of the staircase. Damn, I thought I should've grabbed those guns. Too late now. I put my back to the wall, adjacent to the hallway they were waiting in. I stuck my gun around the corner, and fired blindly, emptying it at random into the room, hoping to take someone, anyone out with the gunfire. My gun clicked empty, and I brought it back to reload. Sticking it back around the corner, I fired five shots, then, detaching myself from the wall I fired, strafing toward the other side of the opening.

I made it, of the original eight men that had been waiting, there was now two. I reloaded again, noticing I only had two 14-round magazines left in reserve, and plunged around the corner. Six shots later, it was all over, brains and other organs make a hell of a fancy wallpaper, I thought to myself as I collected one of the Mac-11's sitting on the ground, it hadn't even been fired.

I turned towards the other side of the hallway. I had come out of an elevator at one side of a roughly digital-8 shaped floor, with hallways all around, one on each side of a roughly rectangular shape, and a hallway connecting them. The door I wanted was down near the bottom right of the 8. Directly across of where the elevator well was, at the bottom left of the eight.

I turned toward the door, noticing a Mini-Uzi nearby, I grabbed it, sticking the Mac in one of my pockets, I walked over to the door, standing in front of it, I raised the Uzi, and emptied its 24-shot magazine into the door, eliminating anyone inside, then, I kicked the door down.......

tune in tomorrow for the conclusion to this four-part story!!!

[Bean]

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Part 4 (Finale)

When I kicked the door down, it more-or-less splintered inward, and I was looking down a meter-long hallway, which led to a living area. On the opposite side of the living area was a wall with two-dozen holes in it. Between me and the room, was a pair of guns, sticking around the edges of the wall.

I dropped as a handful of bullets soared over my head. I triggered off a burst from the Mac in my hand. Moving forward about a decimeter at a time, I came as close as I wanted to the room, sticking the gun in my hand around the corner, I fired a burst to the right, then quickly reversed the gun, and triggered a burst off to my left. A few seconds after the gunfight had started, it was over.

Getting up, I cast aside the small gun, and pulled my Beretta out of my pocket. To the left of the living room was a kitchen, to the right a bedroom. Gun up, I moved toward the kitchen, as I walked through the doorway, a man with a large knife charged up, knife in a high arc, aiming to cleave my head clean off. I dropped my gun, twisted backward, and punched the man solidly in the gut after the knife had come down.

Reaching down, I grabbed the knife, and threw it in the direction of the assailant. He knocked it aside as he charged forward, bringing his foot around in a roundhouse kick aimed at my head. I ducked twisting to throw my weight into his gut, slamming him with a large amount of force right in his belly. He fell backward, but before he could get up, I had slammed my heel into his throught, collapsing his windpipe and choking him to death. Reaching back, I grabbed my gun, and turned back to the door--



Just in time to stare down the barrel of Bill's assassin's Desert Eagle.



"Drop it, Jack." He said, tightening his finger slightly on the trigger. The gun was cocked, I could tell that from where I was standing, and I didn't really want to die today. I dropped my Beretta to the ground.

"So, is this how you play?" I asked, buying time to think, saying the usual everyone-says-this-while-staring-down-the-barrel-of-a-gun talk. "Play it through guns, not getting to involved in the man-to-man stuff. What, too personal for you that way, huh?!"

"Shut up, I'd kill you now but, hell, what fun would that be. Lets play a game, shall we? Lets see how about of game of--"

"THIS" I shouted, driving my knee into his groin, as instincts brought him down, I slammed my elbow into the back of his neck, sending him down, facefirst, into the hardwood floor.

I grabbed my Beretta, and he brought his Eagle to bear. It reached my chest when I pulled the trigger--

So did he.

My gunshot put a hole right in his head, directly under his left eye, his gunshot hit me in the chest, shaving my heart, but not killing me instantly, instead, I was forced to endure a few minutes more of life. Which I spent looking back, looking back at my life, in the last seconds of it.



THE END.

Well, its in on time, how'd I do folks?

[Apache_Longbow]

Good stuff, the ending was a little disappointing but so was mine so I can't really complain :p You get better and better everytime you write something new, keep that up.

[Bean]

Good stuff, the ending was a little disappointing but so was mine so I can't really complain :p You get better and better everytime you write something new, keep that up.
Later, I might add something to the end that I didn't quite have the time to add to it. Or I might start another story off this. Who knows.

[SW Freak]

It's pretty cool. Seems a bit Max Payne-ish to me though. Still a cool story.

[Blue Aurora]

Magnificient. I like it.