Icafia

Chapter by Uni.
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Bebe didn't' believe how she even got into all this. That fate had slapped her and said, 'here, trust them, fire this, and attack that', sweeping her off the high heeled feet. Oh well.

She never wanted to lead a boring life anyways.
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The bomber had tried to walk home after her bout with the robot. But home had been blasted to a shell of an apartment, debris still clinging to her original Anderson windows. Mother fuckers knew where she lived by now. Bebe huffed out a short laugh. Only took them 10 months to figure it out. In that time she had managed to work Ncoleski over from the inside, learn to get inside her mind. Experts always know their targets well.

She hadn't known her well enough, evidentially.

The dripping wounds in her legs slowed, as she worked her skirt up to one thigh to examine the two holes. Straight through. Not so bad as she thought it had been. There was a rumble of a large canvas truck that passed by, followed in tow with 4 others. She swept into the alley, peaking out.

"Moving day again" Bebe cursed from the darkness. Nothing to do but follow them; but she had another stop to make first. The bomber crept from the alley to a local Early bird diner. It was just a front, thankfully.

"I'll have a beer, and a couple boxes of .44 rounds" She said aloud, startling the senior citizens, desperate to start the day an old fashioned way - bright and early when no hoodlums were about.

"To go" she added with an over courteous smile.

"Bebe. At least be sneaky about it" the manager miffed, digging below the cash register to the retrieve her order, "And you're not old enough for a beer"

She growled under her breath, irritated and annoyed, "Come on Rick... I'm only a year under the limit"

"I'm already risking my neck talking to you, I won't get caught for selling alcohol to a minor" He stopped noticing the blood trial behind her, "And you're getting your blood over my nice floor, scaring my poor customers." he tossed her a spare ace bandage.

"They can't see well enough to realize it, or move fast enough to act" She grumbled, shoving the two boxes of rounds into her pockets, "How much?"

"Nothing, just get out of my restaurant before someone sees you"

"Fair enough. Thanks Rick."

She began to walk down the side of the road, following the trail the trucks had gone to. A diesel engine rumbled behind her, the roaring shout of the exhaust coughing out in it's wake. Bebe looked away from it, not wanting to be recognized, even though her face on the Icafian networks was a composite sketch made by the queen bitch herself. Every time it came on with a warning bulletin, she laughed. Ncoleski had demanded to do the drawing herself. This thankfully helped Bebe, since the drawing was unrecognizable. She still looked away from the truck as it passed.

A familiar face peeked from behind the canvas skin at her. Well. Sir stabs a lot himself. She waved, only greeted in return with one finger.

"Asswhipe!" she yelled, returning the middle finger back to him.

"Well...maybe if you didn't throw a fucking UZI at me!" He shouted, ducking back into the truck. What the hell? Didn't even make any goddamn sense... Bebe rolled her eyes and continued walking, laughing silently to herself. She was surprised he still had the strength (after nearly getting torn limb from limb by a grenade, mind you.) to pursue after Ncolski.Or that he was still walking. Their last encounter had ended violently, neither person left with much dignity.

Bebe walked for what seemed like forever on a bum leg. Trucks just kept going past. She took off her trench coat for a bit to not be recognized as well, which earned her hoots and whistles from the drivers as they passed.

She was not in a hoot and whistling mood.

After taking enough crap for a person and a half, she got sick of it and hid back into her old trench coat, walking along the street where all the convoys had passed. They must've been building a new base, which wasn't surprising. She and the few others who managed to unseemingly get together on the same night had done great damage to the compound. Bebe smiled underneath the flaps of her trench coat, whose pockets bounced with plenty of .44 rounds. Nothing much. Nothing much but just defend herself until she could get some medical attention. She saw a figure up ahead in the sun, thumb jutted out to the road to hitch a ride. As she got closer she recognized him. Son of a bitch. Twice in one day?

The man rested his tired arm, staring straight ahead. He saw her, she knew it. She straightened up her hobbled gait and stopped in front of the man, who continued to see past her. Bebe held the proud look to herself. Idiot.

"Shut the fuck up" he said, rolling his eyes in her direction. The bomber only laughed and continued down the road before stopping and crossing the street, 50 yards down. She propped her back against a tree, letting the cool wind take some pain away.

"Why the hell are you sitting in the sun?" Bebe lounged, taunting and shouting back to the man, "This was what? half a minute more of drunken stumbling?"

"I said shut the fuck up!" He replied. The bomber laughed.

"No luck. How long have you been sitting out here?"

He ignored her and stuck his thumb out for another passing truck. The blew past him without a second thought. As the truck passed her, she saw the man with his finger out to the passed convoy.

"Yeah, and that's gonna stop somebody" She muttered, relaxing against a tree, checking her wound. Damn thing was bugging the shit out of her.

"Whatcha doing?" The man said, suddenly to her side, looking on her wound as well. Bebe yelped, holding her Smith and Wesson under his jaws suddenly. It hadn't been loaded, but he didn't know that. The man continued to gaze at Bebe, before she pulled the skirt back down.

"How the hell did you get here so fast!? You were back there not 10 seconds ago!" She said, noticing him out of breath with an odd look to his face. She grumbled, withdrawing the gun back, "Fucking horn dog"

"Well, when I see some lady hiking up her skirt..." he began, stopped only by Bebe's pistol whip to the face.

"Do that again, and I'll actually hurt you"

The man rubbed his face painfully, "That hurt...."

Bebe stood up and readjusted her skirt, eyeing her peeping suspect. He was the same guy to take her two goons off her hands, so she'd cut him some slack, at least now. She wouldn't be so forgiving next time.

"You can't just stand by the road, hiking your thumb out like a bum." Bebe said, letting the trench coat slip to her elbows, 'You gotta sell it"

"I'll buy what you're selling" The man said with a quick reply. Bebe felt her eyebrow begin to twitch.... Horn dogging stabs a lot.... She sighed, bringing the coat back up to her shoulders and tying it tight.

"Anyways, you can't just stand there, do this, expecting them to stop." She said, putting her thumb out to the next truck in line for a quick demonstration.. There was a squeal of the brakes and the truck slid to the side of the road.

"Yeah, that just DRIVES people away." he said, picking up his shit to walk towards the truck; stopping dead as two people leapt out.

"They after you?" Bebe whispered.
"Nah, you?"
"Probably"
"Great" he said, speaking first to the two silhouettes. "Who the fuck are you two?"
"Real smooth" the bomber hissed, rolling her eyes.

The new young man replied. “Uh, I’m Leo, and this—” he gestured towards the woman to his left as she waved, “—is Akane. We couldn’t help but notice the way you took down those Kumas and we just wanted to know if you were willing to help us in our quest against Ncoleski, and The Crystal Method. Are you two interested?

Sounded good enough. After 15 minutes of banter, they convinced the two to join up. Somewhat. They more so crammed of them into a truckload of crap. Bebe saw the medical supplies that screamed her name; the pain in her leg was near unbearable. She'd join with them now, for the very least. Bebe never trusted anyone right off the bat. A little rule she had grown to love, that had protected her life on more then one occasion.
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"Akane" and "Leo" they called themselves, the two people who had also helped Bebe when she messed up. Normally, she wouldn't dare trust complete strangers, but they had a different disposition then most people. Years of getting backstabbed gave a good intuition who and who not to trust. Even the pervert didn't' ring out as a total asshole. Eventually. And that's a long eventually.

They sat on opposite sides of the GSX-R. Stabs explained that he was along for the ride, mostly. Bebe was disturbed by it a little bit, that he would just throw himself away for fun. Then again, she was bordering something similar. The bomber looked out of the flapping canvas top, watching out to the aqua green sky. She still remembered when it was blue.

The shooting pain of her wound raced up her leg, throbbing beneath the tightly wound ace bandages. She sighed, bringing a medic kit slowly by her. Stabs had quieted down in the last couple minutes; Bebe hoped he was asleep to avoid a previous incident. She hissed as the wrap was unwound.

"Ow, Dammit" She said out of pain..
"What happened?"
"I got shot in the leg, went through, nothing serious"

"Really, maybe i should take a look at it..." he said, leaning over the seat to look at Bebe. She gritted her now loaded 629, taking careful aim. She said she'd actually hurt him next time.

BANG! WHUMP! The man slipped off the seat in shock to hit the boxes, clutching at his ear. She'd only taken a little off, but that would teach him..... Right?

"What the fuck!" He yelled, holding the tip of his ear as it bled ever so slightly.

"Everything okay back there?" Akane called through the window.

"Just fine!" Bebe replied. "And stabs?" "He'll be fine!"

"Be fine? As long as you didn't touch my bike..."

The window shut, and Bebe propped her knee up, using the trench coat as a blinder from said perverts. He was too busy worrying about his ear now to care...
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Bebe shook her head now at past nonsense, snapping back into the reality this moment. Sean stood up and drew both pistols.(she found out his name was Sean) He backed up a few paces from the back of the truck, taking a deep breath.

"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, Bebe could see reinforcements speeding toward them.

"Shits and giggles ya know?"

The SUV was right behind them. The thief ran forwards; his right foot hit the end of the truck, launching himself at the one remaining car behind them that hadn't been torn apart by gunfire.

"Fucking idiot!" Bebe yelled, watching him soar in slow motion, then scrambling to keep the M240G from sliding out the back. Sean hit the windshield hard, tucking onto his back and rolling over it. Nimble fingers latched onto the sides of the SUV as it weaved back and forth behind the truck. Bebe watched as the four people inside take notice, crouching over by the windows to get a better look.

"What the fuck are you going to do now!?" the bomber screamed, hoping to reach the idiot on the SUV, "How do you think you'll be any better there?!"

"Shits and giggles!!" Sean yelled back. Bebe rolled her eyes, pushing small boxes out of the way to the front.

"What's going on back there?" Leo asked, frantically looking at the road, then back to Bebe.

"Idiot decided to take a leap of faith"

"What?!"

"Slow down a little bit." She said, hearing rapid gunfire from both parties behind her; she gritted her teeth. The reinforcements had arrived, brimming with fresh faces and new targets. Sean was firing into the SUV below him, taking out each person, one by one.

Bebe ran about the boxes, looking for something loaded, something useful that would help. She saw the M16 and M203, getting an idea. 2 more SUV's had nosed their way up, getting first in line. Heh. Bad bad move. The bomber smiled politely, before opening fire with the recently loaded M16.

Ratatatatatatatatatatata...the gun screamed, the flashing muzzle shaking violently as she aimed for a shining blue windshield closest to her. The glass was blown out in a neat hole, approximately 5 inches round. People inside hid from the gunfire, taking refuge behind the two idiots stupid enough to take front seat. Bebe dropped the M16, picking up the M203, already to go. Quick aim...left...no up.... There! She muttered, pulling on the trigger; the grenade launcher shot out.
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Sean saw the grenade enter directly into the cut out windshield; the car then frantically side swept the one he held onto. Grinding sparks leapt between the two; the thief looked back at Bebe in shock. Damn bitch was going to take them both out.

"Ratatatatatatatatatata--- the bullets tore at the bombed SUV's left tire, making the car swerve away from the pack and into the side.

Beeeeww! The SUV exploded, taking a hop on it's wheels as the force blew out all windows. It scuttled to a stop after flipping nearly twice.

"DAMN CRAZY PYRO!" Sean shouted at the bomber, who had already moved onto the next car. His attention was drawn away from her, and back to the car opening fire beneath him.
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Bebe saw the next victim appear after the other SUV, a motorcycle rider complete with duel pistols. It was pointless, since he couldn't exactly use them both at once. She took an empty Uzi behind her back, waiting for the right moment. The motorcycle swerved ahead of the recruitment like the SUV had done....still a bad move. She threw the Uzi at him with precision, hitting him in the head and knocking him unconscious. The bike left the road, tumbling with rider on.

"Ever think you'll get your ass back up here? Or do I have to take that one down with you on top it?!"

"Shut up!"

"Idiot" Bebe said, spotting the last heavy duty truck coming up fast. The only one left. Shit....Not good. Sean stopped yelling and watched it too. It was a Chevy G military truck, gun turret equipped and ready to go. Great. Just what this thing needed. MORE gunfire. Bebe sighed as the truck roared up beside Sean, diagonal from where Bebe sat. She ran back up to the window of the truck, banging on it to gain the their attention.

"What's going on back there?" Akane asked, gripping her Katana.

"A lot. We could use some help. We've gotta get boy wonder back in the truck first"

"Idiot" Akane muttered, drawing a smile from Bebe. She lost it as the Chevy G began to push it to the side of the small SUV in comparison. She couldn't see what was in the back of the truck, but a resenting grief began to creep from her throat. It couldn't be good.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Sean's guns went off, finally taking the SUV down.

"What the fuck is he thinking?!" Akane said, watching the car swerve wildly.The thief leapt from the SUV onto the side of the Chevy G. She turned to Bebe, who was loading the pockets of her trench coat. Akane's voice lowered, "What the fuck are YOU thinking?"

"Nothing special" was her reply, as she picked up an oddly placed sword, inspecting it. She sighed, shaking her head at nothing and cutting the sword into her jacket.

"I'm as crazy as he is" She said, "I'm not gonna let you two get blown up, so keep the truck ready"

"WHAT?!"

Bebe gripped the sword tightly. She barely knew these people. Barely. She leapt from the truck bed, soaring away from Akane and Leo. The black trench coat flapped outwards a little bit, held down by the amount of explosives and guns Bebe had managed to strap to herself. It was stupid, but oddly serene. All in high heels.

Yeah. She was damn crazy to do this too.

She hit the hood hard, grabbing by chance on the headlights of the Chevy G. She pulled up on it, scrabbling to get onto the hood.

"I was crazy?" Said a voice still hanging onto the side of the truck. She gave him a cold stare, pulling herself onto the hood. Bebe leapt by the gun turret, drawing out the "useless sword" as it had once been called.

"I can just cut it down, find a way to stop it like this..." she murmured, deciding where to attack.

"It's not gonna work" said a voice from behind her.

"DAMMIT! Quit sneaking up on me!"

"Fuck!"

"What!?" Bebe said, stabbing a dull sword into metal that wouldn't give. Sean pointed to the partially covered truck, loaded with at least 5 Kumas. They were just becoming active, the slow ebbing glow of their pupils began to shine. The bomber sighed, throwing the sword over her shoulder. It hit a Kuma in the head, which turned around to stare at it's new target.

"Fucking thing didn't work. New plan." She said, flagging Akane and Leo in a motion to slow down.
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"Plan? You call this is a plan!?" Sean said, running to the hood of the Chevy G. Bebe was close behind him, anxious to get off the truck. She had pulled enough pins for a spoon party, emptying her pockets of grenades.

"Get off now!" She yelled, as the thief hesitated jumping back onto the truck. He shifted foot to foot, then leapt to grab the side of the truck.

Five...four....three....

"Come on!" said Akane, reaching her hand out to grab Bebe's. Their fingertips touched, but not enough, Bebe took a step back, then pushed foreword with her foot

One...

The heel slipped, causing the bomber to fall down in front of the truck. Her blue eyes flashed in concern. She pushed off to the side at the last moment to not get run over, coming to the side of the Chevy G. Bebe hit the road hard, rolling over and over and getting tossed about.

BEEEOOOOOM! The truck exploded like a shell, blasting a few doors, throwing mechanical parts around the highway. Akane and Sean lost "trench coat woman" in the ball of fire she fell into....