Icafia

Chapter by Uni.
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Bebe gritted her teeth as she counted each second, watching the shadows stretch farther from a beaming streetlight. 2 goons walked slowly down the alleyway, somewhat lost now that she hid behind the dumpster. They clicked a fresh magazine into their pistols, ready to take out the Bomber. She couldn\'t just sit there, be annihilated at point blank range. It didn\'t matter much anyways, but death like this just wasn\'t her style. Four bombs remained in her pocket, one incendiary, a couple grenades, and a pipe bomb. The incendiary and normal grenades where her best punch, but not without withstanding some damage to herself. Not exactly what was in mind, but she could always recuperate. Eventually.

Closer, closer the footsteps drew. Only a couple more. Then it would be far enough to sustain the least amount of damage, biggest chance of getting away. She rolled the grenade in her hands, nervous and anxious to throw it. Just another step....

\"Rule number one ladies. Never stay still\"

Bebe nearly coughed out of shock, taken off guard that they knew where she was, merely playing a game with her. No point in delaying it now. She swept from behind the dumpster and toward the three men. Three? What? She ducked back behind it, peering out from it\'s corner. One man slid a knife into the other\'s ribs, the shining crimson gleam reflecting as it crept out. Her eyes widened as she began to back up away. She didn\'t know this guy, but he took care of her goon problem.

\"Rule number two, You can\'t scream for help with a knife in your kidney.\"

She shook her head at the blatant advice, searching her pockets for something else. The 629 was in her pocket, but without ammo, it was as useless as a smoke bomb. Bebe growled a bit, leaning against the dumpster until everyone left. Without a soul seeing her, she could make it back to reload, try again another day.

\"\"Wonderful night ain\'t it? Now, why exactly is a good party following commie
like you blowing up buses?\"

The goon told a short version of what happened, his words mottled by coughing blood fits. He apparently received another stab would from the \"poke a holic\" once he finished; Bebe heard the body shift to the ground. The man simply got up and walked away down the street. As soon as she was sure he left, Bebe walked into the alleyway towards her once be pursuers. She rolled them over, searching their bodies for useful weapons.

\"Why the fuck did he leave all their guns with them?\" She muttered, taking a pistol from the one, and an Uzi from the other. She grinned appreciatively, holding the heavier weapon in hand. Not a substantial amount of ammo in it, but sure to take down a couple. It didn\'t sit like her 629, but the power and rapid fire compensated. There was a muffled gag coming from one of the two goons; the lackey stabbed in the ribs.

\"B-bomber?\" his whistling voice told.

\"Aww...Shut up\" the pistol bullet dug into his skull, a small piece of skull shattering out. She watcher her work die, then immediately ran down the alley way to the adjoining street, making a left. There was a crash, the sound of weapons being drawn, all that jazz. Bebe couldn\'t afford any blood loss, the tourniquets had long unwound with her calf wounds slowly dripping down her leg. The visible hobble only coupled with defeat; this was the 3rd time she had failed taking Ncoleski down.

At the end of the street stood a jeep, clearly marked with the Icafian symbols. A slow smile crept up. At least she could still fuck with their car. No one was around, preoccupied with the clashing metal sound just a couple alleyways away.

Bebe walked quickly to the car, using the butt of the Uzi to break a window. She pulled a pin on the grenade and dropped it in, making sure to get far enough away, but not too far to watch. Exploding something might\'ve been the second greatest feeling in the world, next to taking her down. Bebe jogged away, laughing. It was cut short.

\"OH SHIT!!\" she heard a scream, turning around in time to see the same man from the alley, taking a few pointless steps as the Jeep exploded.

\"Oh...shit\" Bebe mimicked as the blast blew her trench coat tails back with the wind. The man was lifted clear off the ground, his hands wind milling to gain balance, but stopping as the blast went past him. She saw him hit the ground like a rag doll. The blast gained a group of unlikely attention, a couple robots immediately jumped close the jeep from the shadows, seeing the man as a target. Bebe hesitated wether or not to help, knowing she only had the Uzi, pistol, and a coupler grenades left on her. They were about 30 feet from him, walking at paced intervals. She sighed obnoxiously, like given a chore. Bebe pointed the Uzi towards the first Kuma, running flat out on high heels into a fight. One shot was aimed, the rest were rattled off, her arm shaking with fire. She stood a few feet from the man, who\'s unconscious self was passed out. She rolled her eyes, concentrating on the gun. It was harder to control then the Smith and Wesson, but did a fine job. One robot went down, riddled with bullets, bent over itself to the ground. She smiled, aiming at the second with the Uzi. It clicked empty, Bebe\'s face falling to a disgruntled sigh. Always like this. She gave a light toss to the Uzi, which hit the unconscious man. His eyes rolled in his head a little bit, confused and disorientated.

\"The pyro?\" he said, staring up and Bebe, who fired once at the second robot. She looked down at him.

\"Sir stabs a lot?\" She mocked, as her eyes caught the sight of a jumping Kuma in the air. The robot had decided to take action now, seeing Bebe as the only target left. She backtracked away, the Kuma landing close to him. She kept walking backwards, attempting to take this thing down in a few shots. One shot grazed his head, bouncing off, another bore straight into his chest, impairing nothing. She rounded of 2 more shots into it, hoping to hit something important. The Kuma crouched down, leaping high above her again. This time she switched paths, running directly under the machine as it\'s calculations ended wrong. Bebe ran back towards the man, who was holding his head. A massive headache, no doubt. He stared up at her as she turned around to face the robot again. Tongue out in concentration, she aimed carefully. The shot erupted from the pistol, hitting the mark between the machine\'s eyes. It dropped like a sack of potatoes to the street, the light dimming from the center of the pupils.Bebe looked after it for a second, then turned back to the man who had sat up, placing the gun against his head.

\"Okay. Now who the hell are you?\" she said coldly. In this town, you couldn\'t trust anyone. He looked at the gun annoyed.

\"You\'re out of ammo\" He pushed the gun out of the way as Bebe peeked at an empty magazine. She sighed aloud again and dropped the pistol, rummaging her pockets. The familiar click.

\"Who the hell are you?\" he asked in response, holding a similar Smith and Wesson out at her. She only grinned, turning away from the gun, hands in her pockets. She whistled away, knowing he wouldn\'t\' shoot her. She was done for today. Not her best work, but acceptable enough to make the bitch remember her for a while.

\"I\'ll shoot you!\" he taunted.

\"Yeah, I bet\" she said, walking without a pause. The blood was running down her leg, each step was agony as it swished between her toes. Bebe rubbed the sweat from her brow, taking a slow amble down the street. He saved hers, she saved his. It was time to reload anyway.