El parked his motorcycle a good distance away from the dock and turned to everyone else. "I'll go out alone. We can't let them know you're here until it's time. When I start shooting, you start shooting."
As El walked out into the light cast by the street light, a laugh rang out from the ship. "Welcome! Welcome El. If you'd be so kind to put your case down. We'll discuss the release of your friend."
El gently lowered his guitar to the ground and walked forward, his hands raised. "I should never have helped you," El said. "I should have seen this in your eyes."
A pair of goons came out of the darkness, their shotguns pointed on him.
Re: Split up - Thursday Nextno_toast_thanksNovember 25 2006, 02:15:29 UTC
Thursday darted off towards the stairs leading down as soon as she could get a clear break. She stayed low and tried to keep under cover, but it was increasingly difficult the closer she got to the stairs.
Re: Split up - Thursday Nextno_toast_thanksNovember 25 2006, 02:28:24 UTC
If Thursday could speak Spanish, she might have been insulted, but as far as she knew he could have been shouting a line from El Mariachi: The Musical.
The sound of the uzi, however, had her senses on high alert and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't come out of this encounter as lucky as her previous encounters unless she moved right now.
She ran and fired off several shots in the direction of the noise.
Re: Split up - Rosette Christopher and Chrnonun_betterNovember 25 2006, 02:21:05 UTC
The moment Rosette thought her and Chrono had found a spot they might be hidden enough, she paused, to catch her breath and quickly recharge. She shoved her ammo pouches at Chrono so he could fill them up as she exchanged guns, slipping something a little more powerful and better for her being by herself between her legs. She kept a smaller gun ready in her hand, one of the hard to load ones that she'd simply dispense of when empty. She took a moment to consider, comiserate, really, if she'd need her automatic rifle, perhaps a moment more than what she had.
Re: Split up - Rosette Christopher and Chrnonun_betterNovember 25 2006, 02:33:57 UTC
"Rosette!" Chrono hissed out a warning as soon as he started hearing someone coming down the stairs.
"Shhh, I know!" she snapped back, finally clicking a cartrage into place, and then turning toward them. She took a second to focus her aim and pulled the trigger. Her aim was rusty, but still good. When someone was used to being chased down by demons and still managing to hit them, sockin' a goon in the brainpan while stationary was a sinch.
"Can't kill a nun if you're already dead!" she said as the body dropped, shifted her aim toward his leetle friend. "How 'bout you? Any last prayers?"
Re: Split up - El Mariachiguitar_and_gunNovember 25 2006, 02:25:35 UTC
El walked forward through the darkness, Desert Eagles in his sleeves, sawed off shotgun out. Someone leapt out at him from a nearby door only to be met by the barrel of his shotgun. The goon went flying back into the room, crashing into the wall and sliding down, dead.
Re: Split up - El Mariachiguitar_and_gunNovember 25 2006, 02:59:07 UTC
A voice crackled over a nearby intercom. "//How are things going, El Mariachi? Killed enough of my men? I'm still waiting. Your friend is still on board. Tell me, Mariachi. Did you ever wonder how Marquez found you?//"
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A pair of goons came out of the darkness, their shotguns pointed on him.
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The sound of the uzi, however, had her senses on high alert and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't come out of this encounter as lucky as her previous encounters unless she moved right now.
She ran and fired off several shots in the direction of the noise.
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"You can't kill a nun!"
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"Shhh, I know!" she snapped back, finally clicking a cartrage into place, and then turning toward them. She took a second to focus her aim and pulled the trigger. Her aim was rusty, but still good. When someone was used to being chased down by demons and still managing to hit them, sockin' a goon in the brainpan while stationary was a sinch.
"Can't kill a nun if you're already dead!" she said as the body dropped, shifted her aim toward his leetle friend. "How 'bout you? Any last prayers?"
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