| Subject: Re: Juvenal delinquency |
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Drake McClellan
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Date Posted: 15:16:09 03/29/02 Fri
In reply to:
Shayla West
's message, "Re: Juvenal delinquency" on 08:21:57 03/29/02 Fri
(OOC: sorry for intruding you two, I hope you don't mind if I kind of enter at this point. The story leads up to where you two are.)
Drake laid half asleep in a reclined position in his zipcraft, lounging a bit. He obviously wasn't all that worried about the bounty. After all it had only been three hours since it was last claimed. Though he noticed that every time he turned on the radio his bounty had gone up. 80,000, 83,000, all the way up to 90,000 woolongs as more and more detailed reports of his damage came in. Instead of worry he simply yawned, stretching and letting the day just slip away. He began to think of home when without warning his cockpit hatch began to open.
"What the fu-" He stopped short as he saw five midgets in black trench coats , wearing pink goggles and bald heads except for small tasslehoffs, pointing some extremely heavy weaponry at him.
" Drake McClellan aka Pyromaniac, you're gonna help us bring in a nice cum of 90,000 woolongs." the middle midget squeaked out in a high pitched voice.
"Pyromaniac? Look here squirt if you don't stop pointing that gun at me I'm gonna ram my foot up straight up your.." again he was unable to finish as a crowbar nailed him right over the head knocking him unconscious.
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Drake woke up looking down at the floor. He opened his eyes half way, a buzzing noise sitting in his head. His vision was slightly blurred. He tried moving his hands but they were tied behind the chair he sat in, along with his ankles.
"Look, the loud mouth is awake" the same high pitched voice came again. Drake slowly lifted his head to see three of the five midgets standing around him, all in the same outfit though all unarmed.
"It looks like more then us want you for your bounty. We had to take a detour and hide you in our little hideout for a while. Don't worry it's only a matter of time until we get our woolongs." the second midget was explaining. As soon as he finished though the "head" midget knocked him over the backside of the head obviously not wanting him to inform Drake like that.
As soon as the second midget had begun talking though he had begun inching his combat knife out of his boot, which the midgets had obviously missed when searching him. He also thought he felt the familiar weight of his .45 in it's holster still, these guys were definetly amaterus. He kept his face looking dazed as his mind worked through the throbbing in his head. He finally inched the knife out enough to sever the ropes. Slowly he began to tap hisfoot up and down cutting the very thing rope while the leader midget had begun to talk again.
"...and if you move at all in that chair we'll employ some of our more painful tactics" That was the last the leader ever said as Drake's foot came up in a strong kick to the leader midget's jaw splintering the bone painfully and knocking the midget back as blood flew from it's mouth.
"You talk to much" Drake said with a small smirk standing up with his hands still bound behind the chair. The next midget went to pull his gun but Drake quickly snapped kicked him in the stomach thenthrow his left foot in the ai turning Drake sideways in mid -air for just a second to land a painful side kick to the midget's temple, sending him sprawling to the side to slump against the wall. Drake had fallen on his side painfully but had broken split the side of the wooden chair and freed his left hand and then right as the rope went slack. The third midget had already pulled out his 9mm pistol and fired three shots into Drake's right shoulder, sending drake stumbling down against the now splintered chair sprawling backwards face up. He quickly rolled to the side, removing his colt .45 with his right hand, painfully jerking his right arm up and pumping the midget with the entire 10 bullet clip, spraying blood as Drake hit the midget's throat, stomach, liver, and intestines. The leader midget was gone from his spot and the second one was still unconscious against his wall. Drake reloaded his Colt .45 and ran straight to the closest exit. As he opned the door he noticed he was two stories up in an apartment building. As he looked out he noticed a young girl, she looked about 19 or 20 to him and a ninja talking. He shook his head looking for a rope when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. Seeing a spot of trash bag he jumped out feet first into them to break his fall. He landed painfully by the ninja and other girl in the street in the trashcans. A burning in both his ankles and his right heel informing him he either sprained them badly or broken them, most likely broke. He rolled out of the trash bags and dived for cover as the lead midget and the other two that weren't with him when Drake freed himself were pouring automatic gunfire into the street. Drake peeped out behind his cover, a sort of lean to of some old furniture dumped there and shot the three amateur bounty hunters, nailing the lead midget in the bald plate three times, and hitting the second and third in the chest area.
" You two alright?" he yelled out from his hiding place, obviously not going to try and walk and not wanting to have two more murders placed on his head thus increasing his bounty.
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