Icafia

Chapter by Johnny Walker.
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The thief had only ran a hundred meters out of the town when he heard the Fwooosh of an RPG\'s motor inginting. He whipped his head back in time to see a bus explode, the rear end being lifted off the ground before the whole wreck tipped on it\'s side.

\"God damn!\" He swore turning around. Someone wasting a bus with an RPG was too good to pass up.

He reached the town and jumped on top of a dumpster on the side of a one story building. His next stride brought his boot against the wall. He sued his momentuim to push him self up to grab the edge of the roof.

He crawled to the edge of the roof and stuck his head over the paraphet.

He was between the burning wreck of the bus and four men. Two with RPG-7s. \"What the hell!? It\'s like Godamn Belfast!\"

One the RPG operator shouldered the launcher. A motor fired. The genade screamed through the night. \"OH FUCK!\" The theif screamed, his eyes widening as the gernade over shot the bus.

The gernade went clean through a window before hitting the far brick wall, exploding beneath him. The roof caved, and he toubled inside the building.

As he got to his feet a large caliber hand gun sounded in the night. In an instant the thief had his .38 in hand. Another RPG ripped apart the pavement.

\"Assholes!\" He yelled, laying down on the rubble and resting his wrist on a piece of rubble. \"They wanna be commies. Fine, I don\'t care.\" He muttered angerly, drawing a bead on the chest of the pinko piece of shit that shot at him. \"But now they fucking shoot TWO RPGs at me! Not just one but two!\"

He fired. The commie didn\'t even flich. \"Kevlar.. no wonder they look so fat..\" This time he aimed for his forehead.

His finger stilled on the trigger when three magnum shots shook the world in the quick succession. His target\'s chest exploded. Through the flames he cuaght sight of Trench Coat Woman, revolver in hand, left hand on the hammer.

\"Did she just fucking fan a .44!?\" He wondered aloud in shock. \"Godamn, this bitch must be nuts!\"

One of the figures leapt into the air. High. Higher than should be possible. Two shots rang out. \'That\'s six. She\'s out.\' He thought bringing up the sixgun. At the apex of it\'s jump, when it seemed to hang in mid air for a split second, the hammer fell on the primer of a .38 Special round.

The bullet whistled though the flames. The thief could see the glint of light as the bullet split the hammer and sickle he knew was on his target\'s helmet. The head snapped back, and the being slammed into the ground, never to get up.

He stood up and admired his kill. \"That was a damn fine shot.\" He grinned, two left. He spun the cylinder of his Smith as he walked out on to the street.

Just in time to get knocked flat on his ass by some huge ass explosion. He didn\'t wonder where the explosion came from. Shit was just exploding randomly now it appered.

\"Get the bomber!\" Someone screamed as he pushed him self to his feet. A crowd of armed men ran past him. Two rounds whistled into them, but the group kept going.

The thief walked over to the fallen bodies. Both had a small neat hole in thier forehead. He wasn\'t gonna get anything out of them. \"Damn that woman.\"

\"Well, there are still three left. Guess I gotta hunt them down now.\" He ran after them toward an alleyway.

He rounded the first corner and was halted in shock by the sight that greeted him. Some poor bastard had gotten his head chopped clean off. \"Jesus Christ. Explosions, decapitions, what\'s next? Solar Death Rays?\"

He continued after the sound of foot steps. He turned a corner and found him self five feet away from the backs of the two commies. He ducked back behind cover.

The USMC Raider knife slid easily out of the seath that clung to his belt. He crept up between the two henchmen. They seemed to be trying to decide what direction their quarry had gone. \'Rule number one ladies. NEVER stay still.\'

A quick jab up and between the ribs sent one down silently. He slid the knife out and spun it in his fingers, turning the blade to face the other pinko.

The knife slid into his side easily. The man\'s mouth opened in a silent scream. \'Rule two. You can\'t scream for help with a knife in your kidney.\' The thief twisted the blade and the commie dropped to his knees. The thief crouched down and leaned forward. \"Wonderful night ain\'t it? Now, why exactly is a good party following commie like you blowing up buses?\"

The thief listened intelatly. Apperantly the ugly bitch with the rat was \'Ncoleski\', and she wanted to rule it all. And she had made a hell of alot of enemies in the process. Including the pyro.

When he had finished his tale, the grunt was rewarded with a knife in his temple. The thief wiped the blade clean on his victim\'s shirt. It was a good knife, and didn\'t deserve to be tainted with that kind of blood.

He stuck the knife in it\'s seath as he walked back to the street. He kept his hand on the blade as a Russian made jeep pulled up to an alley way on the other side of the steet. Four more commies stormed out, and hit the alleyway.

There was a flash of steel, a couple screams of pain, and an arm flew out of the shadows and onto the street. \"I was wrong. Belfast was a fucking tea party.\" He observed.

\"Well, while I\'m here, might as well fuck up their car.\" He ambled across the street. He jammed the knife into each tire before deciding to go for the oil pan too.

He rolled under the car and was about to slam the knife home when he heard foot steps. He turned to look. A pair of heels walked up to the car. A window shattered. Something was dropped into the car.

As the heels turned and fled, the thief cuaght sight of a black trench coat swirling. Realization hit him like a frieght train. \"Oh fuck...\" He listened intensly. Some thing was smoldering in the car above him.

\"OH SHIT!\" He screamed, rolling out from under the car. He had gotten ten feet when an explosion lifted him off his feet. He saw the ground of an alleyway grow closer to him, and was aware of his legs hitting the ground. Then it all went black.