Your nightmare comes to life....
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Under the rapport of gunfire, he did not hear the truck approach, instead too involved in dodging the lead meant for him and dishing answering shots. He was greatly outnumbered by the boys in black, and knew that the chance of him comin' out of this in a body bag was likely, but he'd made peace with that possibility long ago. For now, he was content to play this game, to cause as much shit as he could on his way out of the world. Blaze of Glory, right? Fuck yes.
It was the sound of the sedan flipping that drew his attention, and he ducked by the car, peeking around the side to see what the hell that was. What he saw caused had him laughing like a crazy man...it was Tori! And he had gone all badass demon all over the fucker's car! "Oh damn straight, girl! Fuckin' show it up!" He yelled, raising his weapon to shoot at a couple of the agents who'd turned their guns to his buddy's girl. Not cool, asshole...whether she was immortal or not.
If Tori was here, he wondered if that meant Tumbler was here? And did that mean his brother was here, too? He hadn't seen them, but then, he hadn't gotten the chance to look, either.He'd been too busy trying to keep a bullet outta his brain. He rose, sighting the AA12, when he heard Tori yell for him to get the fuck outta dodge. He glanced her way, and a sharp pain chewed deep near his his neck, driving him down to a crouch again, hand raised to the area. When he took his hand away, it was smeared with bright red blood. Had the fuckers actually shot him? He was in disbelief for a brief moment, before he slipped into retaliation mode. So help him, if even ONE of his tattoos had gotten fucked up by that shot, oh, the mess he would make for the agent that did it.
He rose from behind the car, grinning quite menacingly as he he zeroed in on the location the bullet that had got him had come from. He wasted no more time that that and unloaded at the agent at the had shot him. He didn't shoot to kill, but it was likely the guy would be maimed--hey, sorry, that's what you get when you stand at the business end of an automatic 12 gauge. Comes with the territory.
Just then, he heard Angelina's voice from somewhere up above and he took the chance to glance over his shoulder. "Hey Ang! Good to see ya!" He ducked as bullets whined past his head, and laughed. "Sorry 'bout the windows...and the walls...and..." Shit...he felt a sting at his side and muttered a curse...seemed he'd taken on some more fuckin' lead. "Okay, gotta go! Love ya bye!" He rattled off, quickly, sending a shot at the agent who'd fired up at her as a goodbye present.
He pulled the passenger door open and dove into the Mustang, keeping his head low as bullets continued to pepper the door. There was broken glass all over the seat from shattered windows, and stuffing from the seats where bullets had peppered them as well. He reached to ignite the engine, which groaned and coughed...didn't sound like the fucker was going to start. On his last attempt, the Ford finally roared to life, sounding sick and wounded, but alive nonetheless. Thank God for cast iron blocks...a new car woulda never survived this kinda abuse. Putting all of his faith in Tori to keep the bullets from raining, he hit the gas, heading for the other side of town. He noticed the truck then, with Memphis and Tumbler's wide eyed faces peering from the window. He gave them a thumbs up and a wacky grin, before hauling ass. He didn't like to admit it, but he was feeling fuzzy and chances were, it was from blood loss. Best to get holed up quick.
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