Jericho Sladec 2
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625
I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.
Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.
Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...
Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?
Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...
Brute named "Derek": I can take him...
Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!
Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...
Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.
The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.
Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?
Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.
It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.
He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.
Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.
---
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.
http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625
I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.
Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.
Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...
Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?
Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...
Brute named "Derek": I can take him...
Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!
Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...
Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.
The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.
---
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.
Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?
Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.
It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.
He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.
Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.
---
That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.