Icafia

Chapter by Uni.
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Bebe crouched low in the alley way, ducking and hiding from view. Her teeth bit the edge of her trench coat as the makeshift tourniquets went into place. Two people bolted past the alley, unaware of her presence. The gagging sigh of relief crept out, as her brilliant blue eyes darted after them. The blonde didn\'t have much time before they\'d come back, and she\'d be without a weapon, useless to fight back. Bebe dusted off her smoke colored coat... it had been a close call she thought, recollecting...
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She had stayed on the bus for only a block or two before it had an unfortunate accident. The complete back end of the bus erupted in flame, thrown onto it\'s side. 4 four unlikely shapes appeared through the smoke as Bebe crept out the roof ventilation in the bus. She had terrible luck with accidents like this. Quick, quick... out of the fire. That\'s the worst place to be, with the explosives in her pockets. Her heels clicked on broken shards of safety glass, crunching some underfoot, bringing the S&W out of her pocket slowly. Whoever it was, she wasn\'t too injured to take a couple out. The four shapes assumed to some sort of dolls, the red armband labeled and marked with the communist hammer and sickle. Two of the four were unarmed. The others both held what looked like an RPG. Bebe dropped her aggressive stance and open mouth stared at the fluffy adversaries. Her gun leapt back into the pocket.

\"I\'m not wasting bullets on damn dolls\" She miffed, turning her back to them. She felt something hot shoot over her shoulder, the 629 jumping in it\'s holster as she did. An anti tank grenade exploded into the building farther down the block, blowing heat back in her face. A quick sigh, and she snapped back into the fully aggressive stance, gun pointed at the dolls. The one holding a smoking RPG laughed mechanically; Bebe raised one eyebrow expressionlessly.

One quick shot went out, knocking a machine down in a fluid motion. The bullet ripped through the fur, taking a hand clear off. Bebe smirked, until the sparking connection point blazed in the darkness, the robotic doll picked the RPG up with a remaining hand. The other remaining RPG holder returned fire; she ducked to the ground. The grenade hit behind her once again, but this was much closer.

\"What the fuck are these things?!\" She yelled out, as another shot was fired. But it wasn\'t at her, or from one of these dolls. Bebe scanned for another assailant watching her, but found nothing. Searing pain raced up her leg as she temporarily forgot about her previous injuries, standing up to get rid of these damn dolls. She fired 3 consecutive shots, bracing her one hand on the hammer to bring it back repeatedly. The one handed doll fell over, a mess of quirking sparks and zaps. 3 still remained. The one of the two unarmed dolls jumped at her, leaping high into the air. Bebe fired 2 shots at it while running away. Both shots entered into the chest cavity of the robots, doing no damage. Closer, closer... She brought her 629 to fire again, but heard the sound of an empty click instead. She ducked down, this thing about to attack with it\'s claws.

A shot was heard far in the distance, making a \"Ptaawwww\" sound as it went straight through the doll\'s head. Bebe turned and watched the internal robotic brains spew out. The doll, supposedly called a \"Kuma\" fell just beside her, twitching and sparking as Bebe shakily stood up. Her unknown savior remained in the darkness, but she silently thanked them. A rocket propelled grenade exploded far in front of her, the buzz was close to her ears. Irritated and annoyed, she thought of the two remaining. Probably standing side by side where they were before. This was just too much to handle for today. She had hoped for a death to the tyrant, maybe go out heroically too. With 3 rounds of pistol shots combined in her legs, she was still fighting to stay alive now, with no death to her one time \"buddy\" even a possibility now. Bebe sighed, reaching deep into one pocket and drawing out a incendiary grenade. Those damn things would know a grenade when they saw one... She pulled the pin and turned around towards them.

The two dolls stood there, side by side, probably programmed to fight a one on one battle. Bebe looked down and the pin less grenade, counting the few short seconds. With one arm, she precisely threw it, a bit over their heads. The two Kumas jumped in response with her assault, coming up to meet the grenade in mid air at about the time it blew up. The remaining RPG holder was covered by the incendiary fluid, fusing together with it\'s metallic body. The burning mixture finally came in contact with the unused motorized grenades locked in it\'s sides. Bebe turned from the massive explosion, watching littered parts of doll blow past. The heat was intense and smoke began to choke the air. She watched the plume of it rise up; her eyes catching something different closer to the side of her. A shield shimmered, protecting what looked like a couple people from the blast. She loaded a couple bullets inside the revolver, letting them click into place. Bebe drew the gun again, aiming at the two threw each sight key. Two more goons? Easy as pie. Two shots, two bodies to add to her reputation. They huddled underneath what looked like a gauntlet, looking on as the fire began to die down. One pointed towards her, but they hadn\'t found out quickly enough. Bebe laughed maliciously, aiming for a mercy shot.

The mechanical sound of metal on pavement caught her ears, as she found a half burnt Kuma jumping above her. Bebe dropped her gun out of instinct, scrambling to get away before it leapt atop of her. She yelped once, using her hands to balance . The Kuma dropped down where she had been, and began to run after her. It was too fast to get away from; and Bebe was completely unarmed without a gun. The half fuzzy being\'s grinding crunch stopped as it leapt into the air one more time, predicting where she would be at that time it came back down. Bebe\'s pupils constricted in fear, her breath short.

Footsteps were short and long paced, something bolting in her direction. The blade swept clear over her head, taking the flaming Kuma down in a single torso shot. Each separated piece of robot fell to the side of them both, as Bebe watched it crash into the ground. She instinctively dove her hand into the holster, but found it empty, the revolver about 50 yards back. The mysterious person placed the katana back into a sheathe, staring at her. Bebe flashed a quick smile before bolting off towards her gun, leaving the two people behind her. Whoever they were, she was in their debt. Footsteps rang behind her once more, but this time they were human.

\"Get the bomber!\" One shouted, as 5 followed. Bebe shot off two quick rounds into the small crowd, bringing their numbers down substantially down to two. In time, she lost them amongst an alley, where she was now. There were gashes received from the bombs, bullets, and general wear and tear from this fight. Those people. She didn\'t know who the hell they were, but grateful they had come to her aid in time.