Icafia

Chapter by Johnny Walker
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The thief and bomber scrambled into the back of the truck, pulling the hatch up behind them. The bed of the truck was divided in half by the GSX-R, with just enough room to walk between it and the crates lining the walls. The two sat on different sides of the bike, all the way in back.
The thief looked over the Suzuki and let out a dissapointed "Eh." "Eh? You were drooling when you heard the word 'motorcycle.'" Bebe noted on the other side. "Eh, it's a damn Nip bike." He explained. "Yeah, give me my FXDLI anyday.." "Amen."
After a moment of silence, the thief checked to make sure the window to the cab was closed. "So," he began, "You trust these assholes?" The bomber nodded. "Yeah, they helped me out back there." "Alright."
"Now, I know you don't give a shit about any quest. What's in it for you?" Bebe asked. "Nothin' but a shit and a giggle." "So your going to try and save the world.. becuase it's fun?" "Basically." "You're an ass." "Fuck you."
A couple minutes later, Bebe streched her wounded leg out. "Ow, dammit.." "What happened?" "I got shot in the leg, it went through, nothing serious." "Really? Maybe I should take a look at it, just in case.."
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WHUMP!
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"What the hell was that!?" Akane asked, turning toward the truck bed. "I don't know, did something fall over?" "I swear, if that idiot was touching my bike.." The assassin grumbled, opening the window to the back.
"Everything okay back there?" "Just fine!" Bebe replied. "And stabs?" "He'll be fine!"
"BE fine?" Leo asked aloud. Akane shrugged and closed the window.

"That was uncalled for. I was trying to help, be part of a team.." "Shut up stabs." "What ever, I haven't slept since your little drama at that base, so I'm going to sleep." "Yeah, good plan. Wait! How the hell do you know about that?" "I was there." "How the hell!?" "I was there searching for assests which would provide useful in the life of a drifter, items that I'm sure there owners would be more than glad to give away if they were aware of the good cause it was going to." "You're a thief?" "I perfer treasure hunter." "And if that treasure happens to be in other people's pockets?" "Minor detail. And you?" "Used to work for Ncoleski, then I was betrayed." The thief wisely didn't push it any further.

When Bebe awoke, it was light out. There was the sound of a lock being toyed with from the thief's side of the GSX-R.
"Hey bomber. I got a present for ya." "It's Bebe assshole." "Huh?" "My name is Bebe." "That's great. If you ever get tired of stabs, Sean will do. Anyway.."
Several green bricks flew over the bike. "Explosives, have fun with 'em. And theres alot more where that came from." Bebe examined one of them. "Comp-4. Good shit, won't explode in my pockets like TNT. "As long as something blows up." Bebe rolled her eyes. "Dumb ass. Wanna hand over the blasting caps, fuses and detinators now?" "The wha?" "The stuff that makes it explode! It should be in the same box." "Huh? Oh yeah. Heads up!" "Don't throw it hand it! Asshole.."

Sean got up and looked around at the crates. Now that it was light out.. He picked the one closest to him. Pad locked, naturally. He read the top. "Hawaii National Guard.. Huh, so we won't be stuck with a bunch of commie crap after all." "What was that?" Bebe asked as she wired the C-4. "The guns. You got enough fire power over there?" "Eh, I'll see what's avaliable."
The thief easily picked the first lock. He opened it and immedatly felt stupid. "Oh shit, I shoulda really thought about that
before hand.." "Don't think much do ya?" "Shaddup. Anyway, we got food." He held up an MRE. "and alot of 'em. Okay, next box."
The next box was filled with Uzis, but no ammo. "Great? What are we supposed to do with these?" Sean grumbled. "Throw 'em at people?" "I hate you."
"Next box. Gernades of all flavors. Incedanry, High Ex, Frag, Smoke, you name it." Sean tossed a couple to the bomber's side of the truck.
"Next one. Continuing with our explosives theme, Claymore mines. Leave them in the box."
"Moving on, looks like several .45s with ammo. Want one?" "Eh, just in case." Sean tossed over a pistol, three mags and a box of ammo. I'll ask the two in the front seat what they need when we stop for gas." The thief loaded two of the ,45s and stuck them in his belt int he small of his back. "Next crate!"
"Oh fuck me! This one's mine!" Sean cried in excitment, holding an M16A2/M203 Gernade Launcher combo over the top of the GSR-X. "You know, for a thief you arn't very subtle." "Feh, that 'Clear and Presnet Danger' Ding Chavez sneakin around shit is for work only." "I see. And real life is Die Hard?" "No. Die Hard is for science!"

"Moving on, we got two Remington M11-87 shotguns, with ammo." "Need a check list?" "Eh, wouldn't do much good. I can't write." "I'm not suprised." "I call one of these shot guns too." Bebe rolled her eyes.

"What the fuck!? A fuckin sword!? Who the hell keeps a Godamn sword in a truck!?" "Sword's mine." "Whatever, keep the damn thing." Sean gripped slamming the crate clsoed.

After fifteen minutes they had full stock of the truck.

5 M1911A1, .45 Cal. Pistols.
Three Uzi submachine guns, with out ammo.
One M16A2 Rifle, with M203 Gernade Launcher.
Two Remington M11-87 shot guns.
One PSG-1 sniper rifle.
A shit load of gernades.
Six Night Vision Goggles.
Three MP5-SD5 silenced sub machine guns.
And one sword.

"Yo slick, ya missed two." Bebe said pointing. "Yeah yeah." Sean wandered over to the two crates stacked on top of each other. He opened the first and stared into it.
"Holy... God. I think I just creamed my self. " The thief reached in and gently took out an M240G Light Machine Gun. There was one belt of ammo in the crate, the rest would be in the other crate.
Sean opened the cover, inserted the begining of the belt in the magzine and slammed the cover closed. He walked over to the window and opened it up. "Hey! Wheels! If we pick up a tail, let 'em follow us, got it?" "What are you talking about?" Sean grinned and charged the machine gun.


The thief leaned down and set the machine gun down behind the back hatch. As he striaghtened up, he looked at the road behind them. Something was wrong. Three SUVs and two bikes, all the same make, model, and color were barreling down on them. "Oh, fuck.."
He rushed to the window. "Leo! Remeber what I said about a tail? Well hit it!"

Someone leaned out of one of the SUVs, shot gun in his hands. Buck shot tore through the canvas cover. Bebe rushed to the back, revolver in hand.
"Save yer ammo!" Sean yelled, kicking down the rear hatch. He dropped to the floor behind the machine gun. "Get over here! Hold the ammo striaght so it doesn't jam!" He instructed, bringing the 240G to his shoulder. The bomber grabbed a gernade before hitting the deck next to him and grabbing the feed belt.

One of the bikes tried to get close to the truck. It veered to the side of the road to get around the SUVs before returning to the middle.

The machine gun's deep reports shook the truck. The bike was torn apart by the 7.62mm rounds. The head light shattered, metal flew everywhere. The front wheel exploded, and the bike flipped forward, sending it's rider flying. The body hit the road hard, and flipped back toward the on coming SUVs.
Sean shifted fire to the second bike. It tried to hide behind the SUVs. Sean concentrated on the wind shield of the first SUV it passed behind. Shell casings and round links spewed out of the machine gun.
The wind sheild was punctured by bullet holes. The SUV began to slow, and Sean kept firing until he was sure there was nothing left to work the acclerator.
The thief's shoudler was getting sore, and the machine gun was getting harder to control. He went for the second bike. He kept the sights on the rider and layed down on the trigger. The sights jumped. He only got glismpes of his target in the split second between shots. One second the rider was there, the next he wasn't.
The bike continued on, harmlessly bouncing off one of the SUVs. The theif shifted to the engine block of one of the two remaing cars. Bullets continued to rip up the canvas cover.
Sean fired a burst into the engine, then another. The engine steamed and smoked but refused to die. Something told him he was running low on ammo. "Shit! Explode aleardy!" He swore.
Bebe pulled the pin and let the spoon go. Carefully she timed her throw. At the right moment she let the gernade drop on the road. As it passed by the shot up SUV, it exploded, rocking the vechicle and ripping apart the front tire. The SUV collasped on the missing wheel and spun out, bullets ripping through the passanger door.
One SUV left. Sean just layed down on the trigger. His shoulder was so numb he didn't notice at first when the machine gun stopped firing. Someone was still firing at them from the SUV.
"Oh fuck.. no time to get the extra ammo..." Sean looked frantically around the truck. Nothing was loaded. Nothing except the two .45s in his belt..

Sean stood up and drew both pistols. He backed up a few paces from the back of the truck. "Bebe! make sure the machine gun doesn't fall out the back of the truck!" "What the hell are you planning!?" Sean took a deep breath and pulled back the hammers of his pistols. The SUV was closing in on them. Behind it, in the distance, he could see reinforcements speeding toward them. "Shits and giggles ya know?"

The SUV was right behind them. Sean took one last breath and rushed forward. His right foot hit the end of the truck. He pushed off and there was nothing but road underneath him.