[Markee White]

"Well, we have two options. We can keep going and stop at the first motorcycle shop we see, or we can walk down the road to try to find the chain. Which sounds best for you?"

[fg42lol]

"Let me see that EBR of yours" Said Gabe, his eyes fixed northbound. The Hum became deeper as it came closer.

[Markee White]

"I'm pretty sure I don't want to trust you with a weapon worth $3,400."
Owen ashed his cigarette and closed the hood, putting the hood pins back in. "So, what do we do about my chain?"

[fg42lol]

"Yeah, I need that EBR. Just trust me" Said Gabe, His eyes fixed down range.

[Markee White]

"Okay."
Owen walked to the driver's side door and opened it. He leaned it, reached to his backpack and opened it. He closed the door of his Challenger holding and MRE, which he tore the top off of.

[fg42lol]

Walking around Owen, Gabe carefully pulls the EBR out of the vehicle. Adjusting the magnification, he peers downrange.

"You're not going to believe this sh*t" said Gabe. The hum wasn't from a singular vehicle, but several. "Fellas don't look too nice" Said Gabe, the miraged image of a group of Fifteen, riding Harley Davidson's. Weapons were visible, an assortment of shotguns and handguns.

"We can see if one of them wants to trade. Or if they want to play."

[Markee White]

Owen watched as Gabe pulled the EBR out of the Challenger. He set his MRE on the hood. He drew his 2011, aimed it at the Charger, and fired, the driver's side mirror shattering, "So, what were you saying?"
Owen holstered his 2011 and picked up his MRE.

[fg42lol]

"Thanks Prick" Said Gabe, Setting the EBR back in the vehicle.

"Looks like a bunch of armed fellas on motorcycles are headed our way." Said Gabe, walking to the drivers side, sideling up to the door. "we see if one of them has a spare Chain." Gabe said, Resting his hand on Owen's Drivers Side Rear View. "Maybe we can get you back on the road" Said Gabe, Gripping the mirror, Breaking it off of its post. "Thanks for the new rear view." Said Gabe with a smirk

[Markee White]

"Yeah, maybe they could help you with that flat tire, too."

[fg42lol]

Gabe payed no heed to Owen's threat. He just smiled, and walked back to his car.

[Markee White]

Owen unholstered his 2011, raising it again at the Charger. He fired, the left rear tire deflating. Owen holstered his 2011 once more and ripped open the main entree of his MRE.

[fg42lol]

Gabe laughs, Turning the engine of the Charger over. The tire slowly inflates. "Run-flats" Said Gabe. Popping the trunk, he retrieved a roll of gorilla tape, and jerry-rigs his new mirror. Sitting in his car, rolling down the window, he makes his adjustments, fixing the mirror in place.

"So, You know there's going to be a point where Stupid will get painful- Right?"

[fg42lol]

upon finishing his sentence, Gabe withdraws his P89, and hangs it out the window, sighting it through the mirror. Squeezing the trigger, a round finds the radiator of Owen's Challenger. "Have fun, Prick." Said Gabe, Shifting the vehicle into drive, He depressed the gas pedal, spitting dirt, dust, and gravel, finding his way back onto the black top.

[Markee White]

Owen looked northbound, the group was beginning to come into view. Owen walked around to the back of his car and opened the trunk.
The trunk closed and Owen casually walked to the side of his car, leaning against it as the rumbling grew louder.
Owen didn't bother to count as the group slowed to a stop, then cut, the leader eyeing Owen. Owen crossed his arms, "Would any of you happen to have an extra 470?"
The leader finished eyeing Owen over, noticing the pistol on Owen's thigh, "Nice .45 you got there..."

[fg42lol]

Gabe slowed his roll, pulling off of the road. Grabbing the M-14, and AKM, he exited the vehicle. Sighting his rifle in for 200 yards, and withdrew a Marb red. he strikes it, and takes a long drag, waiting for things to unfold.

[Markee White]

Not My Thing


James walked into the lab, "You wanted me."
A scientist walked over to him, "Yes. We managed to isolate the virus. We wanted you to look at it."
James was led to an electron microscope. James looked in, "Zoom me out 10 times."
James got a wider picture, then asked, "Got an organism?"

James looked under the microscope. He then leaned back, "I'm a virologist."
"One of the best. That's why we called you."
"But what we're dealing with, it's beyond me."
"What do you mean."
"This isn't a virus."

[fg42lol]

Gabe smirked, ashing his cigarette. takes careful aim with his M-14. He didn't like the look of these cheracters


One of the bikers got off of his bike, his hand on his pistol, looking Owen up and down. Without saying a word, he withdrew his pistol. The weapon wasn't even at hip level before the man hit the ground, shot center of mass.


Gabe took aim at the next biker, squeezing off a round. The man fell to the ground, pinned by his bike before he could react.

[Markee White]

Owen dropped his MRE and dove into his car, opening the passenger door and crawling out with his SR-16 and crawled to a nearby ditch. He checked the chamber then climbed to the top of the ditch, flicking the safety of his rifle to "SEMI."
He began to fire, each shot hitting a target. He ducked back down into the ditch and pulled the half-empty magazine from the rifle, inserting a full one, then turned the safety to "AUTO".
He jumped out from the ditch shouldering his rifle and pulled the trigger, cutting down the remainder of the biker. As the last one fell, Owen slung his rifle over his shoulder and began surveying the bikes, mainly the chains.

[fg42lol]

Gabe activates the safety on his weapon, standing up. He heard a hissing; as his vehicle dropped.

Whatever Can go Wrong, Will go Wrong

He began his slow lumber back to Owen's position.


- Five Minutes Alone

Two men in ski-masks flank a wooden chair in a dimly lit room that appears to belong to an industrial complex. In that wooden chair is a man - his face veiled by a black sack. The only sound to be heard is heavy breathing- coming from the man restrained in the chair. The sound of a zippo's flint cuts the silence, the darkness cut momentarily by the flame, which is capped. Out of the darkness steps a nondescript Caucasian. the man was in his late twenties, his eyes covered by aviator sunglasses. He removes his black coat, exposing a plain white t-shirt; covering the profile of a thick kevlar vest.

"Walk" Says the man, gesturing the two men in ski-masks to leave the room. They did so in a timely fashion.

"Haseid Haseid Haseid" Said the Man, taking a drag from his cigarette. "We warned you, my friend. You shouldn't have sold those samples"

The man in the chair's shouts were muffled. His finger nails dig into the arms of the chairs.

"You've killed a lot of people Haseid; You've killed a lot of people and you haven't even realized it yet." Said the man. He reached out, gripping the bag, pulling it off of the man's head.

The captive man's face was bruised; one eye swollen shut. His upper lip was crusted in blood. The man had clearly been beaten into a pulp.

"Rest assured Haseid, Your sins will not go unrewarded."

The Captor reaches into his pocket, removing a Smith and Wesson snub nose. Pulling the hammer back. The hammer falls- The shot ringing out -
A .357 Hallow Point smashing through the captive man's knee. Yelping, the captive man trying to break free, but falling short.

"So How much did they give you, anyway? Fifty, Sixty Thousand?" Asked the captor. The prisoner remaining silent. "So, They cut you a check and left you to die?"

Evil men do their business in the absence of light.

"Haseid, You know why you're here. It's no secret that you're not leaving alive." Said the man. he sets his pistol on a shoddy table. "You know that you're going to do yourself too." said the man. Stepping into the shadows. Haseid watches as his cigarette is tossed to the floor, and tamped by the mans dress shoe, embers explode and die on the concrete surface. Resurfacing into the dim light, the man returns with a short length of rope. Above the chair hangs a four point pulley- of which the man sets the line. "You know Haseid, They haven't called me in months. Scum like you though- You offer job security."

The man adjusts the length of the line, one end dangeling inches above Haseids right arm, the other end above the mans wounded leg.

"You spilled the milk my friend. No hard feelings though, right?" Asked the man, flipping a switch on the pulley, locking the wheels in place. He turns, returning to the darkness.

"Don't feel bad though. You were hard to find. That doesn't happen often." Said the captor, returning with a ball pin hammer. Without warning, the man's right hand was shattered with a swift swing. His screams filled the room.

"It's almost over friend." Said the torturer, tossing the hammer aside. He turns again, Haseid whimpering. He sets a roll of gorilla tape on the shoddy table next to his pistol.

"Don't get me wrong. This hurts me... Deeply" Said the man, reaching behind his back, the sound of a button unsnapping cuts the tension, fallowed by the terrifying sight of a twelve inch hunting knife.

"See my friend, I'm not that bad of a guy. I have feelings; Sure - They aren't the same feelings that you experience, especially not now- But they exist. I feel... I feel Joy. I feel the tactile pleasure that a hunter would feel after a five mile stalk. I feel as a mountain lion would - toying with his kill. How does it feel to be the deer?" Asked the man, Unrolling the black tape. Gripping the knife, he drove it into the wooden arm in between the victims fingers.

He began to fasten the tape, creating an ellipsis around the man's wrist, to the top of his head, around and around again tightly. setting the tape down, he takes a knee, he wraps the length of rope around Haseid's wounded leg at the knee.

Standing up, he flips the switch on the pulley, pulling tight - The mans knee raising off of the ground fourteen inches. He flips the switch again, locking the rope in position. Taking the other end, the line pulled tight; he ties it tightly around the man's wrist.

Grabbing for the tape and the knife, he begins preparing the final stage of his murderous contraption.



Ascension


The death valley night was cold, a full moon looms overhead, seemingly within reach, it appeared low with a hellish yellow glow. Three men move quietly towards an abandoned lone standing warehouse, the other buildings that belonged to the complex were leveled, only skeletons and concrete remain. The men were armed with handguns, one of the three armed with a mossberg patrol shotgun. Both of the three men wore tee-shirts and cargo pants. Within earshot of the warehouse, the gunshot is audible. "Let's move" Said the first, Armed with a Sig Saur p226. They moved swiftly, though their weapons were in the ready position. They were confident that the element of surprise was retained.

As they reached the face of the building, two entrances were visible- a large rolling garage door, and an office door that was closed over. "Stack up" whispered the first of three. they made their silent movement to the office door. He reaches down to his belt, removing a small LED flashlight, before preforming a press check on his weapon. gripping the door, he opens it slowly with his light hand, gripping the light with his thumb against the palm of his hand. The three men made a silent entry through the small office. the building's interior was pitch black. The three held their position, hearing faint footsteps in the adjacent area.

"Go hot" Said the first of three, Flipping his light on for a split second, before killing the light.

The two armed man were alerted. "****!" Shouted one seeing the bright light emitted from the light. with flashlights of their own, they began moving dynamically through the warehouse. The lead member of the team saw the light, before it was killed, the defenders attempting to hide their position in the darkness. "Cover" Whispered the the leader. The three hunkered down behind individual pieces of cover. The light of the defenders flicks on again, scanning the surroundings, Passing over the opposing force's cover. As it passes over, the leader pops from his cover, firing three shots, one finding it's mark, the defender drops his mag-light, his neck torn. He collapses on the ground, rapidly bleeding out.

The second returns fire, a long burst from his weapon, an AK-74. The lead spraying blindly into the dark, blinding himself with his muzzle flash. Popping back up, the leader flicks his light on- pointed in the direction of the muzzle flash - The second man, armed with the Mossberg, squeezing one off - The load of buckshot cutting through the air.



Like Jack Baur, if he was a dick... wait...

Haseid rears, hearing the irruption of gunfire. His captor's attention diverted. He drops the tape, reaching for his pistol, killing the light overhead.



The End


With one well placed shot, the second defender was left on the ground bleeding - This shot puncturing his chest. With a quickness, the three moved on the position of the downed defenders, lights out and on. They made a thorough sweep of the area as they made their way to the downed fighters. Kicking their weapons away, they checked the bodies. One KIA, the other was in critical condition.

Haseid made his break. He summoned what strength he could - A gut wrenching visceral scream of desperation. One door laid between the team and their prey. they stacked up, the man with the mossberg standing second, behind the lead operator. With one swift kick - the locked door swung open. The captor fired his weapon, The second operator fired his mossberg. The first operator fired his weapon. The captor squeezes the trigger again, a bullet finding its mark. The third operator squeezes the trigger of his Beretta, this round finding it's mark as well. The second operator racks his shotgun, firing again - this time taking the captor off of his feet. The first operator slumps to the ground. Swiftly, the standing two enter the room, clearing it. Flipping the captor onto his stomach, the second operator sets his shotgun on the ground, reaching behind him, removing a zip cuff tucked between his back and belt. he zips the captors hands behind his back before rolling him over.

The third operator drops knee next to his fallen leader. with his flash light, he assesses the man's condition. Blood soaks through his t-shirt. "Did his vest catch it?" asked the second operator. "No, We need to get him back to the truck" Said the third man. The second man examines the captive mans condition. "He's banged up, but he'll make it."

[Markee White]

A motorcycle fell onto it's side, and Owen kneeled down, then began looking through the saddlebags of the bike. Soon, he began walking back to his car, holding a length of chain and a chainbreaker. As he reached his car he opened the trunk, placing the two objects inside and took out a scissor jack, walked to the front of his car, then began to jack up the left front wheel of the car.
Owen looked underneath the car, seeing a miniscule puddle under the radiator. After waiting for a few seconds, he saw another drip of the green liquid, then another drop a few more seconds later.

Owen finished pushing the pin through the link, then walked to the driver's side of his car and leaned in, pulling the car out of gear and turning the key. The engine started, and Owen walked to inspect the engine. Satisfied with what he saw, he turned off the car and walked to the back, pulling out a gallon jug of water.