Raining Bullets

The thirteenth floor

The problem with hotels these days, was that there was no thirteenth floor. I checked the elevator, and the highest floor was twelve. It wasn't thirteen, but it was a place to start. I pressed the number twelve, and waited. The elevator music really sucked.
With elevator doors finally opened, and i stepped out. It looked to me like a regular floor. I walked around a bit to see if I could find anything out of the ordinary. It was quite a large floor, and from the windows, it was quite a view. My feet made muffles sounds on the soft carpet.
Finally, I noticed something different. the door to room 12*13, was more metallic than the wooden doors. I looked like wood, but I could feel the cold metal underneath the brown paint. The problem was getting in. I couldn't trust anybody in this hotel. Even the cleaning lady had a pistol strapped to her thigh. I also noticed that the staff all had holsters under their large vests. No sir, couldn't trust a damn soul in this hotel.
 
Jimmy

He tried calling Bella, but got her voicemail instead. "Bella, damnit, I need to meet you again. I have...feelings for you. And,...well, I need to see you. Look, Bella, I want to work this out. You're to into your our trip. I just,....Oh, I'll call ya later."

He threw the phone down after he hung up, and wandered into the bathrrom. He got in the shower with Vixen, his arms wrapping around her as he hugged her back to him.

"Enjoying yourself, love?"
 
Vixen

"Oh yes, very much thank you. And are you having a grand time Jimmy?" She rinsed off her chest and turned around to get her ass rinsed off.
"How did the phone call go?" She scrubbed as best she could up her back trying to get it clean.
 
Unknown skills

There was only one thing I could do. Jimmy the lock, (no pun intended). So I pulled out a metal filament, and a lond pin, then got to work. Its been a long time since I've done this, and I was out of practice. However, the design of the lock was pretty simple. All it needed was force, and time. Then it clicked, and I the door was free to enter.
I quietly stepped in. My father was right. This was a columbian habitat. So I walked in playing it bogart. Like I've done it a hundred times before. Some gave me a suspicious look, but some paid no attention to me. All I had to do now was find a maple leaf encased in glass.
 
Jimmy

He smiled, his eyes running down and then back Up Vixen's body. As she scrubbed her back, he stepped closer to her. A hand ran across her cheek, and he moved his lips to hers, pressing them together in a passionate kiss. His other hand slipped his arm around her, hugging her body to his.
 
Bella

Needing to make a brief visit to one of my father’s friends, I decided to walk instead of drive to his uptown penthouse, and drop by the Chinese Restaurant that Forte had done in the night before.

Returning to the honeymoon suite, I changed into designer jeans cut just loose enough to make running plausible. Pulling a ribbed white turtleneck down low enough to cover the H&K tucked in the small of my back, I checked the smudged mirror to make sure it was completely concealed. Accompanied with my ever-present octagonal shades, I felt I could blend into the crowd with enough anonymity to make me appear harmless.

Checking my voicemail in hopes that there had been a timely response to my inquiry about the state plates, I instead got only Jimmy’s message. Punching in his number from memory to return the call, I snorted at the implications in his voice.

Trying to play up to my vanity now, huh Jimmy? Nice try. Would have worked with most women. Too bad I’m not “most women”…
 
Vixen

"jimmy?" She didnt finish her words as he stepped forward in the shower and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and inhailed his scent a moment before she returned his kiss. Her tongue parted her lips and barely grazed his before retreating back. She moaned, dropping the wash cloth to the shower floor. her hands came up, once going behind his head the other cupping his face. She pressed her slick body up against his a moment, his arm coming around her. She felt his fingertips at the small of her back and uttered a moan of pleasure. It felt teasingly wonderful where he brushed against her. His other hand held softly to the side of her neck as their lips met and teased.
 
The search continues

Pretty soon I blended in quite well. No one seemed to give notice to me. So I went a bit further. I began to explore some more. I went up halls, and down halls without much trouble. I also attempted to go into some minor rooms, like the lounge, and the kitchen. I also got into the, "recreation room", which was filled with... people having hardcore sex. Wrong room I geuss.
It took about ten more minutes until I spotted what I was looking for. While walking by a pair of opening doors, I caught a glimpse of a paperweight. It was the maple leaf encased in glass. Then the doors closed again.
I had to figure out how to get that paperweight. The door was guarded by two large guys. They both had mean looking AK-47s. It was not a good sign when you saw weapons like that. The door also needed a combination. Then again... it was a light wooden door. I could simply burst in, and burst out. So what could I do? I psyched myself up for another gun fight.
 
Jimmy Hoffa, And Tales of People Helping the Idiot, Forte.

Jimmy held Vixen tight against his body as he deepened their kiss. His tongue passed by both their lips, seeking to find hers. One hand stay on her neck, enjoying the feel of simply touching her as the other slowly slid up and down her back, fingers pressing into keys muscles along her body.

In the back of his mind, he noticed the phone ringing, but paid it no heed. Instead, he devoted himself into what he was doing. After five rings, the phone transferred the call to his apartment, where his answering machine picked it up immediately.


That 'British Guy'

He slowly curled the newspaper, opening his jacket. He slid the paper into the left inside pocket of the jacket, and opened his umbrella. He turned, stepping into the hallway Forte was in, and placing the umbrella before him. One of the guards turned, giving a glance, and then looked back. After a moment, his eyes grew wide, and he turned back, bringing the gun around. "Intruder!"

It spread like wildfire. Gunshots were heard everywhere as people ran through madness. The umbrella managed to stop its fair share of bullets before eventually the weak bulletproofing gave out and it was found to be wedged against the wall, fake feet left below it. Men ran about, shouting and pointing as they went. Only one guard was left in front of the door, and he was busilly checking the opposite direction in case the m,an showed up again. The hallway was suddenly empty.
 
Bella

As the answering machine clicked in, I lowered my voice, keeping with the pace of the crowds over-flowing the sidewalks. “Did I mention I hated playing phone tag, Jimmy? Call me.” I snapped at his pre-recorded voice, and hung up.

Get in touch with Brutus next as I passed by the coffee shop yesterday’s tryst had taken place at, I decided to skip the lecture. The fact that he had better get it right this time hung uncomfortably between us. He said he would have his guys out canvassing the entire run-down section around West & 9th, get Forte’s name out on the street, and see what he could dig up.

Satisfied, for the moment, with the initiative I had taken, I slowed my quick strides to a stroll and tried to enjoy what I could of the city.
 
Vixen

She smiled and broke the kiss, "Shouldn't we get back to Forte?" She moaned a little, his massaging fingertips helped her to relax alot. She pressed closer, her hands running down his naked skin. She wrapped her hand around his cock and smiled, "Your gun is showing Jimmy." She playfully licked his lips before scooting back a bit.
"Well? Are we going to fuck, shower, or leave?" She was blunt, but it got the job done.
 
The maple leaf

The British guy came out again. How he managed to follow me in here wasn't the problem right now. the real problem was the two columbian goons. I had to act fast, unless I wanted to be swiss cheese. I quickly popped out my colts.
Two shots, and they were dead. They were both head shots. I rushed into the office, and the columbian drug lord was sitting there with shot-gun in hand. He was big, fat, and slow. An easy target. A couple of shots from my colts, and he was down.
More columbians were coming. I could hear their running footsteps. Nabbing the paperweight, and pocketing it, I ran back out. It was going to get ugly real soon.
The british guy was still there. I nodded to him, and said, "leave now, unless you want to be pumped full of lead". With that, I holstered my colts, and whipped out my Colt Commando. It was time to show these sons-of-bitches why they call me, 'the colt man'. I rushed out, and prepared for battle.
 
Jimmy Hoffa and a Cult of Noodles!

Jimmy smiled, and pulled his hand away from her back. It slid around the wet skin of her skin and stomach until it was right between her breasts. He smiled, and pressed her against the wall of the shower as he pressed his body to hers. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her against him as he smiled, his lips inches from hers. He backed off a little, and one hand gripped his cock.

He ran its head across the folds of Vixen's sex, and smiled at her. "Well then, if my gun's showing, I better put it in a holster, huh?"

Grinning, he pressed forward, sliding the head of his cock into her again. His mouth pressed to hers in a hungry, lustful kiss as his hands ran across her body, carressing, fondling, pinching, and teasing.



Cults, Gangs, Mobs, and a Guy Still Named Mitch

Three men rappelled down the face of the building. After a while, the middle one smacked both of the others upside the back of the head. One put a peice of tape over a window, and another handed the middle of a gun equiped with a silencer.

A tall dark man, Brutus's second in command, slowly stood up as another man entered. A small sound echoed the room as a bit of glass fell to the floor before Brutus stood alone, watching as his right hand man slumped to the ground, bleeding. Outside, two ropes led downward as a man dressed in a black robe ripped a peice of tape of the window and kicked off disappearing to the ground.
 
Colt Commando action!

I flew in there. My gun was blazing. My oppenents were about to be dead bodies sprawled everywhere. They didn't know this, so they kept coming at me. Their guns fired at me like like hornets on a stinging-raid. I ran up a wall, and lept left.
Time slowed down. There were so many bullets flying, that some almost hit me... almost. I fired like a madman, but kept my aim at head level. By doing this, I shot down an entire row of columbians. I also got shot, it grazed across my leg, but it burned like hell. I also took a hit in the shoulder. I landed with one last BANG! I hit some guy square in the groin. More columbians came at me, and my ammo was running short, so I used it up on them, killing as many as I could. Doing a side-flip, I switched weapons in mid-air. I brought out my ingrams, and all hell broke loose. I shot down every single columbian who attacked me.
CLICK! As luck would have it, I had to reload, but I had no time. Then again, as luck would have it, the other side was also out of ammo. I wiped, my nose, and smiled, "don't worry. Just get out of my way, and everybody can live. Wouldn't you all like that? to live another day?". I could tell that their answer was no. They slowly got closer. Picking up objects like chairs, and knives. I smiled, and took out Mr. Whopper. I was outnumbered, something to one. I liked my odds.
 
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Vixen

She smiled then moaned a little, "Yes.. It is always wise to holster your weapon.. Keep it safe and warm.. A good lubrication.." She arched her hips away from the wall as he pressed between her folds. Her sex was wet already, and not from the shower neither.

His hands came down gripping her hips, and pulled her forward as he thrust into her. His smile was cocky as she moaned out in pleasure.
"Yes Jimmy.. Fuck me.." She groaned out, lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his ass. She pulled him into her, her hands coming to his shoulders to help hold herself upright. The floor of the shower was slippery but he held her firmly in place. She pressed upwards a little more and felt him slide inside. Just barely enough to tease her senseless.
"This position does NOT work dammit.." She growled between her teeth. His shaft bumped against her clit and she opened her mouth wider to moan out her pleasure. She pulled away from him and turned around, pressing her ass into his crotch. He wouldn't need any further instructions from there, she was sure of that.
 
Mr. Whopper action

Bodies were flying. My baseball bat was stained with blood. They kept coming at me. I kept swinging at them. It was one hell of a melee.
I was almost hit by a flying chair at one point. I kicked it back to the opposite direction, braking the chair apart into peices. I then push kicked one guy, sending him backwards, and sending the people behind him backwards too. Turning, I hit one guy in the head who was attempting to get me from behind. His body crashed into a wall, and landed on steel chair. It left a huge impact mark on the wall. I didn't escape without injury thought. I had a small cut across my face, and my arm was bruised.
It was all skill, and fury as I swang Mr. Whopper at my oncoming apponents. My face was also stained with their blood. Attacking was only half the battle. The hard part was dodging, and blocking. I managed to it though. Dodged, and blocked almost every blow. Some guy got a lucky punch toward my face. It hurt, but it didn't kill me. I kicked him in the chin, and he landed on his back.
Then, it was all over. The room was just a mass of bodies. Everyone was beaten to a bloody pulp. My face was stained with their blood, and my clothes were also soaked in blood. I was bleeding, and bruised. The pain was almost unbearable. Blood was smeered against windows, and walls. It was not a pretty sight. Their were so many bodies of dead columbians.
After awhile of staring at the floor, and trying to take in what I have just done, I went to washroom to wash my face. However, the tap was running. There was no water. At least there was a first-aid kit in the cabinet. I quickly bandaged myself, and popped a painkiller, or two in my mouth. I was starting to panic. There had to be something to wash off this blood. Something, anything, a shirt, a rag, the whores in the recreation room, anything!
 
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JImmy Hoffa and Forte's Death!

Forte Runs Out of Luck!

There was a small sound as the columbian turned the hall. He had two Ak's. One in each hand. Wearing fatigues and with a cigar in his mouth, he was about as dashing as a snail. But as deady as a rattlesnake with his fangs in your crotch.

Bullets tore through the air, and blasted through the porcelain sink, and shards hit against through Forte. It stung, but wasn't all that painful. Aftyer a while, the firing stopped, and the man stared Forte down.

He yelled a warning in Spanish that Forte had one hour before the man hunted him down and killed him. He turned, and walked away. Water gushed from the piping below the sink, coating the floor, and picking up particles from the sink.


Jimmy Hoffa

He smiled, his hands running across Vixens skin as he smiled. His cock slid to her sex, sliding deep into her. He began to thrust hard and deep in and out of her tight wetness, fucking her hard as the shower still poured around them. He reached around her body with his hand.

A finger stretched out, running small circles around her clit as he thrust in and out of her. His other hand slid around her stomach, and up to her breasts. His fingers teased at her nipples and fondled her breasts as he closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure.


Return of the British Guy!

A vent in the ceiling fell to the ground, and the man fell down after it. He looked at Forte, and nodded. He pulled the paper out of his coat, and handed it to the stunned Forte.

"Read the personals. Look for the word 'MOLE'. It may be something like, 'has mole on cheek' or such nonsense. They're messages. Watch yourself, Forte. Just because they're on your side doesn't mean your on theirs."

He buttoned his jacket, and nodded once. He stepped out of the washroom, and went off to see in the ladies in the Rec. Room were alone.
 
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Rewind

ooc: There, all edited. I going to keep the wall-running part though. That is something I simply refuse to take away.
 
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OOC: Fine! And I too, have changed by post. But beware! For next time you act like this is a bad action movie in which you leave halfway through because the main character never gets hurt and the only thing that kept you so far was the girl getting fucked in the shower and I swear you will die a bloody and uneditable death!

I just hope that you realize which direction you're jumping in.
 
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MOLE in the personals

After the man left, I quickly skimmed through the personals, and chowed down on another pain killer. The pain was gone, and the bleeding was being held by the bandages. I closest thing that refered to mole was, 'this woman has only one molar cavity', which didn't help much. It ripped out that personal, and pocketed it. It might come in handy later. Right now I had to get of here, and find a place to rest.
I exited the room, and proceeded to the elevator. The maid looked at me, and my bloody face. I smiled, and said, "I fell down. Nothing serious". I continued to walk toward the elevator. I needed a ride back to the warehouse, but the location was a secret, and know be Jimmy. Damn, I sure wish Jimmy, and Vixen were in this hotel.
 
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Vixen (lost completely)

ooc: gone for a day and all this is verrrry confusing!

IC:

She cried out and arched her ass harder and higher into his groin. Fucking hard and fast she spiralled out of control, his wandering hands didn't help her keep calm either. Within seconds she was screaming out with her release as he pounded her pussy. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin and her pants could be heard all through the motel room. Her hand came up to cup over his as he massaged and teased her breast. Her legs began to shake with the effort to keep herself standing upright.
 
ooc: Its okay Vixen, just breathe deeply. In, and out. What happened was that I just had to edit my last two posts, because Grandmage said they were too unrealistic. You know, like the fact that I never seem to be wounded, or hurt. Well, I fixed that,
 
Jimmy Hoffa and A Whole Lot of Crazies!

Jimmy continued his deep penetrating thrusts hard in and out of her tight depths. He slammed in and out of her again and again, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin making the experience all that more erotic.

He felt her hand cover his as he teased her breasts. He pulled gently on on of her nipples as he groaned loudly. His other hand was just above her sex. A lone finger stretched out, rubbing against her clit as he moaned out her name, quickening the pace of his hard thrusts.


Dr. Mitch to You, Kid.

Mitch carefully picked up his target again on the third floor. The elevator doors slid open, revealing Forte covered in blood, bandaged, and liable to draw a lot of attention to himself. The older man reached in, grabbing his shirt, and pulled Forte out.

He was impressive. His size filled out the uniform well. The faded FBI hat sat backwards on his head. He held the sniper rifle over his shoulder, and sighed.

"Thinking of going out-of-doors like that, Mr. Dodder? You do, and you're liable to draw the wrong kinds of attention to yourself. And if I do say so, sir, you don't need that. Here's the key to the room you can freshen up in. There's a change of clothes. We know you'll like them, we took them from your house."

He handed the key with the room number over, and then stepped into the elevator. He turned around, and the doors closed.
 
Forte, more confused then ever

After a little chat, the man with the sniper rifle was gone. Damn, who the hell are these people. They just seem to come out when you least expect it. As for the keys, I didn't really trust anybody at this point. Then again, the worst that can happen is that he kills me in my own room. Its risk that I was willing to take.
The elevator dinged, and I went toward the room that the sniper told me to go too. I was planning on washing up, clean up my shirts, then leave. I was going to stay there, and have some british guy, or some sniper pop into my room every now-and-then. I then inserted the keys into the hole, and heard running water coming from the inside. I a had sudden shudder, as if something was going on that I didn't know about. I decided to knock on the door to be on the safe side.

ooc: Man, I'm an idiot. There, now its fixed.
 
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