Icafia

Chapter by Johnny Walker.
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The young man ran against the wind and into the town. He had been running for the last three days, and finally he had found his way back to civilization, after his last \'adventure\'. He subconsciously rubbed the pipe shaped sore spot on the back of his head.
The town he had rambled into seemed a good place to rest. Nice size, defidently somewhere to eat, and most likely some girls to harass. he subconsciously rubbed his cheek. \'I swear those slap marks are getting permanent.\'
And probably something to use his skills on. He hadn\'t had a good test in a while. He started wandering around town.
As he walked, he noticed something was defidently wrong in this town. It didn\'t have the bustle of a normal town. No one was about, no cars filled the streets. The people he did see through the windows seemed depressed as hell.
\'There HAS to be something in this town worth checking out.\' He thought. As he passed a store, a large building came into his sight. \'Bingo.\' He smiled. \'There has to be something worth stealing in there.\'
He wandered through some alleyways until he could see all of the building. What he saw gave him pause. \"Hm.\" \'A base? There aren\'t any bases in Southern Illinois..\' He quirked one eyebrow up into his bangs. \'Well that explains a lot. I think I\'ll stick around.\'
Three AM the next morning, he returned. He crept up to the fence and pulled him self up. He managed to squeeze under the barbed wire while only adding three marks to the dozens on his jacket. As he landed, he swore he heard a handgun shot in the distance, and his initial reaction was that some one had shot at him, but nothing moved or fired again.
\'Oh well.\' He thought, running to the nearest building. He ran along the wall to the corner and stuck his head around. A sentry stood under a light in front of the door.
The thief was confused now. The sentry wasn\'t wearing an American uniform, and had an AK. On his helmet was a red hammer and sickle. \'What the fuck!? Commies!?\'
Several gunshots ripped through the night. The thief pressed himself against the wall. But once again, he was not the one being shot at, a completely new experience for him.
When he looked again, the sentry was gone. The thief quickly moved to door, making sure to break the light with a rock. He figured any noise he made would be attributed to the other unwelcomed visitor. All he had to worry about was someone glancing in his direction.
The door was pad locked shut. He didn\'t have time to pick it, so he reached in his jacket and pulled out a slim dagger. He jammed the USMC Raider Knife into the keyhole, busting the pinions. He walked into the building.
He had picked the armory. \'What luck.\' He thought to himself, as he strolled along the racks of Soviet made rifles and machine guns. \'What the hell did I stumble upon here?\'
His exploration was cut short by several explosions from the same directions as the gun shots. He quickly found a sniper rifle, and used the knife as a screw driver to remove the PSO-1 scope from the SVD. He dashed up to the roof.
The burning guard houses light up the night in front of the building. More gunshots. He crouched and brought the scope up to his eye.
A group of soldiers chased after a woman in a black trench coat. Several flashes erupted from the muzzles of their rifles.
\"Well. That\'s not very gentlemanly.\" The woman turned back, a revolver in hand. Another eruption of flame, and the lead solider fell. \"And that\'s not very lady like. Where are people\'s manners these days?\" He wondered aloud as the woman disappeared around a building.
He turned his attention back to the building. A short figure stood in front of it. The thief clicked a stronger lens into place, and got a good look at it.
\"What the.. Good Lord she\'s ugly! And is that a second face? Looks better than the normal one ... No, wait. That\'s a rat. Heh heh heh.\"
Some one finally got the idea of getting some heavy weapons to deal with the woman in the trench coat, and the thief sighed. \"Oh well.\" They\'d be on too high an alert to let him work tonight. He slipped his new scope into his jacket.
As the soldiers began to file into the armory, the thief stood up. He reached farther into his jacket and drew his .38. He spun the cylinder as he searched for an escape route. They were sure to send someone up here to try and spot the woman.
The rumbled of a diesel began to grow closer. He ran to the edge of the building. A flat bed truck was coming in his direction. With one last glance to the open door behind him, he stood up on the railing.
The truck grew closer. It\'s rear was filled with crates. \'Man oh man. I hope those aren\'t bayonets.\' He thought, leaping into the night air.

Ten minutes later, the thief returned to the town. \"Well. That was fun. But time for me to get my ass on outta here.\" He looked down the road, and like he had a hundred times before, began to run against the wind.