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Icafia
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
853
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Icafia
First Chapter by Uni.
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0130 HOURS LOCAL TIME; FORT DAVEN, HAWIIAN NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY
An unmarked trucked pulled up to the front gate. A lone sentry called out to it. \"Halt! Identify!\" A shadow shifted in the back of the truck. There was no noise as the MSP Silent Pistol fired twice.
Men with silenced pistols began to file out of the truck and into the armory. Within moments they began to file out with stolen weapon crates.
Their leader stood away from the rest, watching over the operation. A noise alerted to some one behind him; he turned around and nearly yelled out in shock. Thankfully the figure didn\'t notice his expression.
\"Any complications Comrade?\" \"No boss, all goes according to
plan.\" \"Excellent.\" Replied the short statured figure, as a gloved hand handed a nut to the rat on it\'s shoulder.
The leader turned back to watching over his men. \'Damn.\' He thought to him self. \'I am never going to get used to seeing THAT.\'
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Heels clicked nervously, waiting for the next bus to get the hell over to her. It wasn\'t her duty anymore, she didn\'t need to do this. But the damn bitch had struck a score. She remembered the screams, terror echoing throughout her small townhouse. Murdering her young child, it no longer became her duty to care about her own life, just getting the murdering bitch first. Anything after that, wasn\'t important. Her own life was just a technicality now.
The black trench coat took with the wind, fanning out and hitting the sides of the bus stop. The medium cut bangs flared and hid her eyes, the cool blue centers scanning and searching for trouble. She shifted the weight laying in the small nap sack, adjusting the strap on a holder as well. Behind her lay one man, dead as all else, who had tried to stop her from this attempt. He met his demise shortly after he started the attack. The blurred fuzzy dream took hold.
\"You won\'t get away with it this time, cocky fucking bitch\" His gruff voice had barked into the silence of the alley, the pistol firmly placed to the back of her blonde head. She continued to look foreword, never turning to this two bit piece of shit.
\"Well, answer me!\" he tapped her on the head with the pistol, making sure his brave efforts hadn\'t gone in vain. Bebe only rolled the blue ones. The shot rang out, sharp and short. Through her jacket, she blew the man\'s arm of at the shoulder, the force of the Smith and Wesson put a decent sized whole in both of them. He went down like a tree, blood spurting along the sidewalk. She dragged him into the alley, leaving the crimson trail as her only clue. An obvious one, but with this kill, her reputation would only grow. Which was fine, she didn\'t care much for this town now, and what it had become.
The bus finally pulled up to her, the less then sanitary driver looking in her direction. The red trail clearly stood out, making his decision to stop wary. But the blonde didn\'t look like much of a killer, so he did anyways. Always the possibility that she hadn\'t. Bebe got on the greyhound, taking a seat towards the back of the empty bus. She reloaded the gun, cleaning her precious weapon. It wasn\'t her only one, but she still cared for it.
\"Tough night missy?\"
\"Just drive the bus\" she blew the bangs from her eyes, flashing her revolver to him once.
\"I don\'t care about dying\"
\"Neither do I. Just drive\"
It took her to the front of the compound, a tall dark building decorated for a goddess, lived in by a less then such. Way less. The two dark rat gargoyles decorated the front of the gate, which was guarded viciously by actual people, under this communist\'s radical ideas. She rolled her eyes again getting off the bus. Her high heels clicked down the paved path, echoing through the padlocked gate and on, the trench coat blowing behind her. She walked with a confident, unassured stride to the gate.
\"Stop! You are not registered to enter!\" One shaky guard called out, poking his ignorant head from the booth. Quick in hand, she pulled out the gun, blowing his head clear off on the first shot. 5 more filed out, as she attempted to take them all on. Bebe readied two in hand, throwing both with accurate precision. Each guard house erupted in explosion, littering the drive entrance with random parts. The gate, not supported by neither house, fell flat onto the driveway, merely a few feet from her position. She walked over it, the bodies, and through the fire quickly, up the walkway. The click of a hundred men rang out, each spying red dot focused on the key points. Head, heart, hand.
\" OMGoddess! Well, if it isn\'t my old partner\" a figure called out, laughing at the end. She stepped foreword, fully dressed in all sorts of decorative garments, the filthy rat sitting on her shoulder.
\"Bite me. We were never partners. You called yourself my partner and I was stupid enough to fall for it.\" Bebe said, slowly bringing up her weapon to steady at the nuisance, \"You\'ve gone too far, fucked up in the head with power now.\"
The figure trembled a bit. \" I\'ll kill you a thousand times over before you get that one puny shot out.\"
\"I don\'t care. As long as you\'re out of the picture, the rest will fall after that\" she steadied her gun to it\'s chest.
One shot rang out, but it wasn\'t Bebe\'s. It tore into her calf, making her wobble weakly in front of the Commodore. She responded with one blazing shot in it\'s direction, a shadow falling in the silence.
\"That was a warning shot. You see, it\'s easy to take someone like you down in one shot, but where\'s the fun in that? Id rather take your dignity first, rather then give you the peaceful death you crave.\"
Bebe curled her lip in the darkness. She couldn\'t take them all now. she felt the few bits of ammo that remained in her pocket, knowing that she was screwed. Not today. She just hadn\'t planned well enough for it.
\"Well, make your move, pal\" The arrogant bitch egged on.
Fast as lightning, she ducked her hand into her pocket, pulling out a short pipe bomb. She fired once at it\'s fuse, lighting the bomb. Two more shots went into her body; Bebe strained to stand up. Throwing the bomb, she quickly ducked from the scene, leaving gunfire to eat at her heels. The bomb hit the ground , bouncing back up into the air. 5 men dove onto it, shielding their precious commodore. It exploded with a fire flurry, sending two particles of metal into the bitch\'s chest. Her scream of pain made a subordinate escape completely worth it.
\"Omgoddess! That fucking hurt!\"
The bomber laughed in the darkness, hobbling poorly away on the awaiting bus, which she had paid to wait for her. She swore she would get her someday, not letting her once good name go in vain. She just couldn\'t do it alone next time.
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0130 HOURS LOCAL TIME; FORT DAVEN, HAWIIAN NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY
An unmarked trucked pulled up to the front gate. A lone sentry called out to it. \"Halt! Identify!\" A shadow shifted in the back of the truck. There was no noise as the MSP Silent Pistol fired twice.
Men with silenced pistols began to file out of the truck and into the armory. Within moments they began to file out with stolen weapon crates.
Their leader stood away from the rest, watching over the operation. A noise alerted to some one behind him; he turned around and nearly yelled out in shock. Thankfully the figure didn\'t notice his expression.
\"Any complications Comrade?\" \"No boss, all goes according to
plan.\" \"Excellent.\" Replied the short statured figure, as a gloved hand handed a nut to the rat on it\'s shoulder.
The leader turned back to watching over his men. \'Damn.\' He thought to him self. \'I am never going to get used to seeing THAT.\'
_________________________________________________________________
Heels clicked nervously, waiting for the next bus to get the hell over to her. It wasn\'t her duty anymore, she didn\'t need to do this. But the damn bitch had struck a score. She remembered the screams, terror echoing throughout her small townhouse. Murdering her young child, it no longer became her duty to care about her own life, just getting the murdering bitch first. Anything after that, wasn\'t important. Her own life was just a technicality now.
The black trench coat took with the wind, fanning out and hitting the sides of the bus stop. The medium cut bangs flared and hid her eyes, the cool blue centers scanning and searching for trouble. She shifted the weight laying in the small nap sack, adjusting the strap on a holder as well. Behind her lay one man, dead as all else, who had tried to stop her from this attempt. He met his demise shortly after he started the attack. The blurred fuzzy dream took hold.
\"You won\'t get away with it this time, cocky fucking bitch\" His gruff voice had barked into the silence of the alley, the pistol firmly placed to the back of her blonde head. She continued to look foreword, never turning to this two bit piece of shit.
\"Well, answer me!\" he tapped her on the head with the pistol, making sure his brave efforts hadn\'t gone in vain. Bebe only rolled the blue ones. The shot rang out, sharp and short. Through her jacket, she blew the man\'s arm of at the shoulder, the force of the Smith and Wesson put a decent sized whole in both of them. He went down like a tree, blood spurting along the sidewalk. She dragged him into the alley, leaving the crimson trail as her only clue. An obvious one, but with this kill, her reputation would only grow. Which was fine, she didn\'t care much for this town now, and what it had become.
The bus finally pulled up to her, the less then sanitary driver looking in her direction. The red trail clearly stood out, making his decision to stop wary. But the blonde didn\'t look like much of a killer, so he did anyways. Always the possibility that she hadn\'t. Bebe got on the greyhound, taking a seat towards the back of the empty bus. She reloaded the gun, cleaning her precious weapon. It wasn\'t her only one, but she still cared for it.
\"Tough night missy?\"
\"Just drive the bus\" she blew the bangs from her eyes, flashing her revolver to him once.
\"I don\'t care about dying\"
\"Neither do I. Just drive\"
It took her to the front of the compound, a tall dark building decorated for a goddess, lived in by a less then such. Way less. The two dark rat gargoyles decorated the front of the gate, which was guarded viciously by actual people, under this communist\'s radical ideas. She rolled her eyes again getting off the bus. Her high heels clicked down the paved path, echoing through the padlocked gate and on, the trench coat blowing behind her. She walked with a confident, unassured stride to the gate.
\"Stop! You are not registered to enter!\" One shaky guard called out, poking his ignorant head from the booth. Quick in hand, she pulled out the gun, blowing his head clear off on the first shot. 5 more filed out, as she attempted to take them all on. Bebe readied two in hand, throwing both with accurate precision. Each guard house erupted in explosion, littering the drive entrance with random parts. The gate, not supported by neither house, fell flat onto the driveway, merely a few feet from her position. She walked over it, the bodies, and through the fire quickly, up the walkway. The click of a hundred men rang out, each spying red dot focused on the key points. Head, heart, hand.
\" OMGoddess! Well, if it isn\'t my old partner\" a figure called out, laughing at the end. She stepped foreword, fully dressed in all sorts of decorative garments, the filthy rat sitting on her shoulder.
\"Bite me. We were never partners. You called yourself my partner and I was stupid enough to fall for it.\" Bebe said, slowly bringing up her weapon to steady at the nuisance, \"You\'ve gone too far, fucked up in the head with power now.\"
The figure trembled a bit. \" I\'ll kill you a thousand times over before you get that one puny shot out.\"
\"I don\'t care. As long as you\'re out of the picture, the rest will fall after that\" she steadied her gun to it\'s chest.
One shot rang out, but it wasn\'t Bebe\'s. It tore into her calf, making her wobble weakly in front of the Commodore. She responded with one blazing shot in it\'s direction, a shadow falling in the silence.
\"That was a warning shot. You see, it\'s easy to take someone like you down in one shot, but where\'s the fun in that? Id rather take your dignity first, rather then give you the peaceful death you crave.\"
Bebe curled her lip in the darkness. She couldn\'t take them all now. she felt the few bits of ammo that remained in her pocket, knowing that she was screwed. Not today. She just hadn\'t planned well enough for it.
\"Well, make your move, pal\" The arrogant bitch egged on.
Fast as lightning, she ducked her hand into her pocket, pulling out a short pipe bomb. She fired once at it\'s fuse, lighting the bomb. Two more shots went into her body; Bebe strained to stand up. Throwing the bomb, she quickly ducked from the scene, leaving gunfire to eat at her heels. The bomb hit the ground , bouncing back up into the air. 5 men dove onto it, shielding their precious commodore. It exploded with a fire flurry, sending two particles of metal into the bitch\'s chest. Her scream of pain made a subordinate escape completely worth it.
\"Omgoddess! That fucking hurt!\"
The bomber laughed in the darkness, hobbling poorly away on the awaiting bus, which she had paid to wait for her. She swore she would get her someday, not letting her once good name go in vain. She just couldn\'t do it alone next time.