Raining Bullets

ooc: just a friendly reminder, if you want to check out my new thread called, "Gun Play: Tournament". Also just to let you know that I'm still here.
 
Vixen

"Jim is it. And thanks for the wild ride babe. As for Forte we should get our asses into gear and get this what ever it is off of the boat. I am in the mood to shoot a few people."
She gave him a quick kiss and walked back out onto the pier. Looking around until she spotted Forte standing near his chess game.
 
Jim Hoffa

He stretched, smiling to himself as he followed Vixen back out to find Forte. He was standing by the chess game, looking satisfied. Jim ran up, and looked at the board before looking at Forte.

"You won? Weird. Wanna see if we can get this old guy off the board and play a real game? I'll checkmate you into the next century at chess."




OCC: Chess Madness! Whoo!
 
Vixen

She walked up behind Jimmy and Forte.
"Boys boys... no time for a chess match. We have work to do before too long. Shall we go grab a bite to eat? I havent had dinner yet and I am starving for some meat." She smiled as she moved around the board.
"Not bad Forte. Nicely done." She stretched, her gun was digging into her back, and she was eager to sit somewhere for a short time.
"Look we've got an hour before the ship arrives. Lets grab some grub and get on with it.."
 
Forte Dodder

"An hour left? Has it been that long?" I wondered. I was hungry though, and dinner sounded good. I spoke up, "alright, lets go grab dinner, and you two can tell me what you learnt around here. Maybe we can figure something out". We walked off toward the entry gates, and went towards the nearest restaurant. I was a quant little box in the corner with a great view of the docks. Very quant indeed.
 
Jim Hoffa

He shrugged, pulling down his thermals, and turning on his headphones. He sat down at a table near the kitchen, ordering the largest hamburger they could make, and a lake of coke.

He proped his feet up on another chair, bobbing his head with the music in his head as he watched the other two.
 
Vixen

She took a seat next to Jimmy. Jim.. And ordered a chef salad and some milk. It sounded good to her. Then a side of fries to go along with it. She sat back quietly watching the door for any unwanted arrivals to enter.
 
Jim Hoffa

When his food came, he began scarfing it down. A four pound burger, at least, with a mountain of fries. Jimmy thought it wasn't enough, so ordered another, to go. As he sat, chowing down, the door burst open.

A pissed looking Columbian with an AK in each hand stomped in, pointing a gun at Forte. "You!"
 
Forte Dodder

ooc: nice turn of events there Grandmage.

ic: I sat down, and ordered some regular speghetti, with some thick, and meaty tomato sauce, mixed with some ground beef. I also ordered some tea, for a drink. Then as I settled down on my seat, a columbian walked in toting his AK-47 around. He pointed his gun at me, and said, "you". He got me where I least expected it. In a public restaurant filled with people, or as I like to call them, witnesses. This was a bad time to cause trouble, and a good time to catch me off gaurd. I had to give him credit for that. My hand was on my colt, just in case, as I slowly turned my head to meet the barrel of his gun. I slowly stood up, his gun following along. My gun was tilted in its holster, secretly pointing at his chest. I had my chance to talk, "if your here to kill me, then make it quick slowpoke". My colt was already to prepared to fire. I could only hope that he would have the common sense to put his gun down.
 
Vixen

She sat back, looking at the moron in the doorway.
"Why wait Forte? Just delete his ass. Bye bye see ya.." She munched a fry and sat there waiting. Her 9 already in her hand under the table.
She yawned and sipped her milk, this was getting boring.
"If you dont shoot him, I will.."
 
Columbian Madness!

Like he was going to fucking stay still. Hardcore Columbian killers don't fucking stay still. He glanced around, his boots creaking as he shifted, feeling his fatigues pressing it. He grinned, and jumped to the right, bringing both guns around. Even as he moved through the air, evading their aims, bullets rained towards Forte and Vixen. The columbian fell behind the counter once he was done, checking his weapons, and preparing for round two.



Jimmy ate slowly, moving his chair to dodge a few bullets. Mostly, he just ate at his burger, mustard and kethup falling on the fires below. He sat his burger down, taking a chug of coke, and ignoring the columbian.
 
Vixen

She dodged a few bullets, and then sat up.
"That little pencil dick! Fuckin shootin at me!" She stood up in her seat, pulled out her gun and checked the clip.
"Where did the little rat fucker go?"
She stepped back from the table, glancing around. She spotted him laying behind a table. Quickly she pointed and shot. Hitting him in the knee cap of the only exsposed part of him. She sat back down as he screamed out in pain.
"Little fuck wad is pissin me off." She grabbed her basket of fries and walked out the front door. She didn't need this shit, the day was going great without some nut ball fuckin it up for her. She sat down on a table outside the front doors and went back to eating her fries.
 
Columbian Madness Pt.2!

The columbian noticed the woman shooting some poor innocent behind a table. As he was behind the counter, the high,....oh, never-fucking-mind. He stood up, firing one gun out the front doors at the crazy woman, acting like she could leqave the middle of a gunfight, the other following Forte around. The columbian dodged back into the kitchen. The cook was huddled in a corner. The columbian was hidden from sight, as all good columbian assassins are, reloading his guns.
 
Vixen

She crouched down as gun fire rang out behind her. Glass going everywhere. She ate another fry and just ignored the little twirp. She was in no mood to play today. Standing she moved further away from the gun fire.
"Asshole.." She munched her fries. She did not give a shit who died in there, just let her eat her fuckin lunch in peace and quiet! She glanced around, FBI agents moving in on the building. She shook her head at Tiny.
"Dont do it. Forte can handle himself..." She watched as they backed down a little, their eyes watching the scene.
 
Forte Dodder

I decided to end this right now. It was one thing being an idiot by bursting into a restaurant, waving your fancy gun, and thinking that nobody will recognize you. Ruining my dinner was a completely different thing. He was also taking quite a while for a hit-and-run attack. It was more of a stand-still-and-take-your-time attack.
My hand was lightning. My bullet as deeply lodged into his heart. His blood was dripping out of the bullet hole. His arms grew weak. I won, and he lost. He should have fired when he had the chance, but now it was too late. He had only managed to get my guard up from now on. I looked toward my buddies, "lets grab our dinner, and leave guys. The cops are probably already here by now".
 
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OOC: What the hell? I give you one columbian, and you fucking turn it into twenty? What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
 
ooc: oops, heh. Sorry, it just that it seemed like a lot of columbians at the time. All fixed now.
 
Jim Hoffa

OOC: Dude, that was crap. Do you even read my posts? Oh, nevermind. Fuck it. I'll just smack you around for no reason in a month or two.


IC:

Jimmy blinked, and Forte amazingly stood still as wasn't shot, and then managed to shot a guy in the kitchen without moving. Such a feat was simply splendorous. Obviously paying no attention to other writers, he feels he gets to keep moving on as if time froze after the first response, which would have made that impossible anyway, but he didn't care.

Jim finished his burger, and looked at Forte. "We've got an FBI agent on our side, and you're worried about cops? Sit the fuck down."

He grabbed a few fries, eating them slowly and drinking at his pitcher of coke. Taking his sweet time.
 
Vixen

She waved off the agents and walked back into the diner.
"All done with the pencil dick?" She sat down next to Jimmy and began to eat her salad that was still there..
 
Forte Dodder

"Yeah, hes dead, and not gone". I then looked toward Jimmy, and quietly said, "I know the FBI is here, but I don't think hanging around this place is an option. One these people are bound to call the cops on us". I took a galnce at the customers, and say them all staring at us. When they noticed that I saw them, they quickly turned around, and ate their dinner. Like none of this ever happened.
 
Vixen

She finished her salad and her milk. The fries long gone.
"Alright then, lets get out of here so the cops don't get after us..." She stood up and paid the bill for their dinner and walked outside. Following the pier down she glanced at Forte.
"Where ya want us to hide and wait to get on this ship?"
 
Forte Dodder

I pointed towards the large crates, and said, "that stack of large crates. Large crates are a good sign". It was night now, and the gates were closed. Looking upwards I saw a security camera. When it turned its head, I quickly jimmyed the lock, and opened the gates. I signaled the others.
 
Vixen

She crouched down a little and followed Forte and Jimmy into the shipping yard. She stopped on the other side of the crates he had pointed out.
"Ok, now what? We climb inside these things? That was a sarcastic remark Forte... I dont like closed spaces..."
 
Forte Dodder

"Not inside, on top. Where we can have a view of the dock, and our surroundings". I didn't even bother climbing. I just ran, and jumped on the big thing. It wasn't exaclty whopping big, but they were about my height. I looked down, and quietly called, "well? you coming, or not?".
 
Vixen

She grappled the edge of the crate with a little leap, and then swung herself up ontop. Laying down on her stomach she smiled at Forte. "Yeah, I am. Now what are we looking for?"
 
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