The driver of the Limo ground his teeth angrily. "Get in there and finish the job!", he shouted.
Jumping out, the two gunmen ran toward the house.
Marty's fifteen-year-old son Craig ran down the stairs. "What's going on?", he asked.
"Some guys... out there... trying to kill me...", his father rasped.
Craig ran to the window and looked out, then quickly ducked back as a hail of lead hit the window again.

The gunmen ran up to the doorway and kicked it in. The first one entered, looking around. "Where are they?", he shouted.

At the back door, Marty and his wife exited quickly, heading toward their neighbor's house, thinking Craig was following, but he went back inside to get his wallet, unbeknownst to his parents.
"You check upstairs, I'll check down in the basement!", one of the gunmen yelled when they couldn't find them.

Dan Salano, the first gunman, walked cautiously up the steps while his partner Victor Martinez walked down into the basement.

Salano looked around the corner to where the bedrooms were. He stepped quickly up to the first one and kicked down the door, swinging his Uzi inside. Nothing.
There was a sound behind him. Salano whirled around and a jolt of pain went up his arm as Craig lashed out with his foot. The Uzi went flying into the room and hit the wall.
Salano muttered a curse and yanked a Beretta M92 out of his jacket. Craig let out a yell and whirled around, launching himself into Salano's chest.
As they crashed to the ground, Craig grabbed Salano's wrists and pinned his arms to the ground, then kneed him under the chin.

Salano lay stunned for a moment and Craig yanked the Beretta out of his hands. Recovering, Salano kicked out and Craig went flying across the hallway, hitting a wall.

Salano rushed into the bedroom and retrieved his Uzi, running out just as Craig stood up, still clutching the Beretta.
"Drop it, kid!", Salano ordered, pointing the Uzi at him.
Craig looked at him for a moment, then his right hand slowly lowered the Beretta.
"Put it on the ground!"
As Salano watched, Craig set the gun down with his right hand, his left slowly disappearing behind him.
His arm suddenly whipped around, letting fly a small object.
Salano let out a yell as a Hira shuriken slashed through his arm.
The muscles in his arm tightened convulsively, pulling his trigger finger down. Craig rolled sideways as a string of bullets was pumped out of the gun into the wall.

Below, Victor heard the gunfire and raced up the stairs. Salano dropped the Uzi and grabbed the wound in his arm with his hand, stopping the flow of blood from it. He glared at Craig and reached for the Uzi.
Craig had the Beretta again, pointed at Salano's chest.
"Move and I'll kill you!"
The man stopped and then grinned. He knew his partner was coming. "You're a Christian, right? Wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you?"
He bent his head to listen, hoping Victor would hurry.
Craig noted the motion and what it meant.

At the other house, Marty picked up the phone with shaking hands and dialed a number.
"Get some men to 111 Maple Leaf Avenue immediately!" he ordered and put it down.
"Shouldn't we call the police?", his wife asked.
"Don't worry. Is there a first aid kit here?" he wondered, looking around.
"Where's Craig?", his wife cried.
"He must still be at the house! Dang it!" Marty started to rush out the door, then winced at the pain in his leg.
He knew he couldn't get far on it, but he had to rescue his son. If only Joe could get his men here in time!
"Hurry, Joe..."

"You move and you die.", Craig warned the hitman, then turned and crept cautiously down the hallway.
Victor moved up the stairs with his Uzi ready. He peered around the corner, but couldn't see anything.
"Where's a light switch? Oh-", with a click the hallway lighted up to reveal a kid standing in front of his partner holding a gun.
Martinez took aim...
Craig turned around as the light went on and instantly threw himself sideways.
The Uzi chattered, blowing a stream of holes across the wall, and missing him.
Rolling sideways, Craig looked around the wall and fired twice at Victor.
Victor jerked his head back and yelled at Salano to move out of the line of fire.
Salano hesitated for a moment.
"Move and you are dead!", Craig shouted at him, pointing the Beretta.
Salano bared his teeth in a feral grin and suddenly shoved his hand into his boot, coming up with a small derringer. Craig ducked as the first barrel fired and the bullet whizzed over his head.
He fired at Salano, hitting him in the chest.
Salano grunted in pain and fell to the floor, cursing loudly.
A bullet whizzed past his mouth.
"You quit that swearing!", Craig ordered. A moment later Salano fainted.
Victor took aim again and emptied an entire magazine of 9mm rounds toward the boy.
Craig dropped to the ground as Victor fired. "Did I hit 'im?", he wondered, looking down the hallway. Pointing the Uzi at the dark form lying on the floor, he advanced slowly.
Salano woke up. "Look out Vic, he's playing possum!", he yelled.
Too late. Craig rolled to his feet and the Beretta in his hand blasted.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!", Victor cried out in pain as the bullets slammed into his chest. He slumped to the ground, the Uzi dropping as well.

Craig looked at the two bloody men lying beside him and said a quick prayer of thanks before pulling off his belt and tying Salano's hands together, then doing the same for Victor with a sheet.

The limo driver heard the gunshots, then silence. "What're they doing?" he grumbled angrily. Yanking a Mac-11 out from under the seat, he climbed out and went toward the house.
One of the neighbour's had heard the shots and looked out his window.
"Hey!", he said to his wife. "Some guy with a gun is going into the Powell house."
Pulling his shotgun out of the gun cabinet, he loaded 5 12 Ga. 3/12" buckshot shells into the magazine and ran out the door toward the Powell's place. His wife looked after him worriedly.

The driver walked up to the door and looked inside. "Vic? Danny?" he called.
"Put 'em up, mister!", the neighbour shouted at him, leveling his shotgun.
The driver dived inside the house, rolling sideways.
Boom! A load of buckshot whizzed over his head. He got to his feet, aiming the Mac-11 toward the doorway.

"Be careful Hiram!", his wife called as he stepped closer to the house.
The driver suddenly stepped around the doorway, the submachine gun he held blasting on full automatic.
The neighbour ducked behind a shed as bullets sprayed around him. He leaned around the corner, firing his shotgun. A blast of buckshot hit the driver in the hip. "Ow!" he cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

As Craig came out the door and looked in astonishment at the man lying in front of him, Hiram ran up. "You okay, son?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Craig responded.
3 cars pulled up with a screech and a bunch of men in black holding weapons jumped out, with Marty's friend Joe Lamt in the lead.
"Where's Marty?", he asked. "Over at the Jetser's house." Craig told him.

"What happened..."

TBC

Lazarus

[This message has been edited by Lazarus (edited September 28, 2006).]

With that, he walked toward the car, got in and drove off.
the License plate read "ARKANGL."

[pretty good job with your story. sorry about my little narrative. I just needed my car back]

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

Lazarus

Camaro is Chevy.
and actually, a production version is rumored to exist. Les Jackson of Cruise Control Radio claims to have seen it. GM engineer, Dr. Terry Woychowski, says it also might be available on 08.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

Are we on the '3 strikes you're out' rule here?

I should just have you arrested for stealing Marty's car, Arch...

Lazarus

Pros:
* It flows real good.
* Good metaphors usage! chattering uzi, "a hail of lead" .. tho i think gramatically it should be "a hailing of lead"
* Good job capturing the action of the scene.
* Character definition comes easy

Cons (not much):
*Ignoring a swerving limo? Must be a bad side of town.
*It seems like Craig's family doesn't care about him at first. Maybe rewrite the escape scene something like..
At the back door, Marty and his wife exited quickly, heading toward their neighbor's house, thinking their son was following behind. But Craig had moved the other direction ducking into the darkened stairwell. He was still inside the house.
* I would enjoy more of your creative metaphors instead of Ping! Crack! Whiz! Blam! Blam! Blam!
* These guys really know their weapons.. even Hiram doesn't just load up some shot.. Its "5 12 gague 3/12" buckshot shells. It just paints a picture that everyone is a weapons expert. At least to me anyways...maybe that's what you want to paint.
* On that note, my english teacher taught that any number under twenty or under should be spelled out unless it commonly referenced in numerical format like specifications, addresses, etc. So, "three cars", and "five 12 Ga. 3/12" buckshot shells. I cut you some slack though since its a rough draft

All in all its a great start to a potentially great story. I can't wait to read more!

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penny --Is. 64

Good advice, I'll fix it.

Oh, and about everyone being a weapons expert. I like to describe the weaponry because I'm a gun nut :P , but yes, I'm painting the people here as familiar with weaponry.

Re: numbers spelled out vs. using digits. Yeah, that's what my parents said, but in the heat of typing I usually do it like that because it's faster.

Lazarus

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penny --Is. 64

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and it was my car, not marty's. he stole it from me. so I killed him (behind the scene)

anyhow, this is one of the few stories posted up on forums that actually captured by interest.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

You killed Marty?! I may have to change the next installment of the story a bit :P

(which I'm working on atm)
Lazarus

Hiram went home after giving a statement and asking Craig if he was all right again.

As his mother bandaged Marty's leg, Craig went over what had happened inside the house.
Joe shook his head in surprise. "It's still hard for me to believe one teenager could take down 2 killers like that. Where'd you learn that stuff?"
"Yeah, where?", his father asked.
Craig looked down, "From watching Walker..."
"Watching Walker?", Marty said incredulously.
Joe watched the look that passed between Marty and his wife, then shrugged.
"Well folks, I gotta get back to work. Marty, you stop in tomorrow and we'll have a little chat, if you know what I mean."
"Seeya Joe.", Marty responded.
"Now what was that about Walker?", he demanded.
As Craig started to reply, the door suddenly exploded. His mother shrieked in terror. 5 dark skinned males burst in, holding Ak's with banana clips.
"Get down now! Everybody down!" the leader screamed, aiming his AK at them.
Marty measured the distance to the revolver he kept behind the cabinet, then pushed his wife under the table and lunged toward it.
As the leader swung his Ak around toward Marty, Craig grabbed up a chair and whacked the gun out of his hands, then swept his leg into the back of the terrorist's knees, knocking him to the floor.
Yanking the AK out from under his legs, Craig took aim and opened fire at the other four. The first burst nearly yanked the gun from his hands as 15 rounds left the rifle and sped through one terrorist's body, knocking him into a second man and jarring the man's AK onto the floor.

Marty reached the cabinet, pulling the .357 Magnum out. He grasped it with both hands, and fired toward the fourth one. A hole appeared in the man's forehead as most of his brains and the back of his cranium splattered in the face of the fifth terrorist.

Craig kept firing the Ak, wasting the second one with the rest of the magazine.
The last terrorist fired a wild burst and fled out the door. A hollowpoint .357 bullet whined over his head as he ran.
Craig started to run after him.
"Stop!" Marty shouted. "You stay with your mother."
Holding the revolver in his right hand, he raced out the door after the terrorist.
"Be careful!", his wife called after him.

Craig picked up the phone and dialed Joe Lamt's number. "Mr. Lamt? Yeah, these guys with AK's just attacked us, and Dad's chasing the fifth one now!"
"What?! Stay there, I'll be right over!" Joe ordered. He dropped the phone and ran out to his car, pulling his H&K MP-5 out of its case first.

...

The President turned to his National Security Advisor. "Are you sure, Arch?"
"Positive, Mr. President." he replied. "Al Qaeda has placed a nuclear weapon somewhere in D.C. and are threatening to use it unless we release every single terrorist we've got imprisoned and shut down Guantanamo Bay."

"The scoundrels!", Bush muttered. "What are our options?"
Rumsfeldt interrupted, shooting a hostile look at Arch.
"Mr. President, a show of force should scare the terrorists into backing down. I suggest we nuke Saudi Arabia(including Mecca), Libya, Syria, Iran, and Pakistan."
"Are you nuts?", SecState Rice shouted at him.

Arch waved his arms, calming them down.
"Mr. President, I believe there is a solution to this problem."
"What's that?", asked the weary president. He'd spent the last 15 hours listening to his cabinet argue.
"There's a special group I'm aquainted with that handle situations like this very well..."
"And what's the name of this organization?" Bush asked.
"CCN. Christian Coders Network..."

...
(btw, the group have code names to identify themselves, these aren't their real names)
Lazarus grunted as he heaved a .50 cal ammo belt into the trunk of G4C's car.
"Got the silenced M4?", Crazyishone asked.
"Yup. It's in the back with DR's Mac-11 and Buddboy's Uzi.", RealmMaster replied.
"Ok, Lamt told us to meet him near Marty's house at 11:00 a.m for the stakeout." Ereon told them, tracing his finger over a map.
"That only gives us 3 hours to get over there!", Buddboy told them, looking at his watch.
"I hope you don't mind breaking a few speeding laws.", Lazarus told G4C as they slid into the car.
"Well it's for a good cause." CheeseStorm rationalized. "Now let's go!"
G4C revved the engine and they sped away into the night.

...

Marty returned, hours later. "I lost him.", he said flatly, putting his revolver back behind the cabinet.
"Are you all right?", his wife asked.
"Yes!", he snapped.
"...No. It's this stupid leg! I would've had him otherwise."
"Don't worry Dad, it'll probably heal quickly.", Craig said.
Suddenly they heard a noise outside. Marty tensed. Craig put a hand behind his back and stepped in front of his mother.

Someone knocked slowly. "Anyone home?". It was Lamt.

Marty walked over and opened it. "Hello Joe".

...

"Um, excuse me?", Ereon interjected. "If they've already attacked, why's Marty still breathing God's clean air, if you know what I mean."
"You don't know who Marty is, do you?", Lazarus asked.
"No, who?"
"He's second in command of Omega Group."
"Omega Group?!" (Omega Group, a top secret counterterrorism organization operating independently of the U.S government. They were responsible for several high profile rescue missions, including the time in Paris when Japanese terrorists planted a large bomb inside the Eiffel tower and held several hundred people hostage)

"So are we picking up DR at her house or the AprilStables location?", Lazarus asked G4C.
"Her house."
"Is that a good idea? They could have agents staking the place out." Realm asked worriedly.
"If they are, we'll take 'em out!", Crazyishone held up an Uzi menacingly.

"Good point Realm. Maybe we should pick her up at the other location.", G4C said.
He swerved wildly and just missed hitting a police car, which turned on it's sirens and drove after them.
"Oh great!", Lazarus moaned. "Just keep going."
"Does the word illegal mean anything to you?", Crazyishone asked.

"This is a life or death situation! Those terrorists could be kicking Marty's door down at this very moment. Don't pull over G4C.", Lazarus ordered.
They drove up beside the AprilStables spot and DR stepped into the waiting car, then they drove off again.
"Do you have my silenced Mac-11?" she asked.
"It's in the back." Ereon assured her.
"Along with my katanas and G4C's swords and Lazarus' colorful assortment of weaponry, Buddboy's P90, CheeseStorms' M2 .50 caliber machine gun and Crazyishone's silenced M4."

They fell silent after that. Outside the night was as dark as sin, the moon hidden behind clouds. "Remember that first time.", DR asked.
"I wasn't around then.", Lazarus said.
"I was." RealmMaster told him.
"So what was the mission?"
"A deadly assassin and terrorist named the Viper was living right in our neighborhood, calling himself Jon. He tried to use me to assassinate G4C!", DR shuddered at the memory.
"So what happened?", Lazarus asked.
"Well, me, Buddboy, Crazyishone, and a couple others were doing the mission. Goop2 was at the drop point.", G4C told him.
Goop2 wasn't in the car with them, he was out helping a girl who was a friend of his beat up these bullies at her school, btw. (Not that she needed much help, he was just there for moral support)

"We set up a meeting at one of his 'friends' house, and right according to the plan I got him out of the house and close to the road." DR said.
"Then I poked my M4 out the window of the car and pressed the laser button.", Crazyishone said.
"He saw the red dot on his chest and just freaked out! Luckily Crazyishone had remembered to give me the Mac-11, it was under my sweatshirt. I pulled it out and told him he better be quiet. But it was too late."
"So Realm shoved him into the trunk(with a little persuasion from DR's Mac-11), and we took off for the drop point.", G4C said.
"Why did I have to miss all the fun?", Lazarus asked.
"Hey, it was pretty dangerous", Buddboy said.

"Getting back to the story, we got Jon to the drop point where Goop2 was putting in a concrete base, but then he just got away into the woods. " DR continued.
"Shame, wasn't it.", G4C agreed.

... At Marty's house.
"Good to see you Joe. Come on in.", Marty told him. "Thanks. Is everything okay here?" he glanced around.
"What took you so long?", Craig asked.
"Flat tire and then I got pulled over for speeding and the policeman really hassled me about it. Said I was probably the same guy who almost ran him off the road and then wouldn't pull over. He was going to haul me to jail but I convinced him not to."
"Where's the fifth one?" Lamt asked, examing the bodies. "Um, he got away.", Marty told him. "Oh really?", Lamt raised an eyebrow.
"What d'you mean by that?", Marty asked brusquely. "Oh nothing... nothing."

"Well I made a call to a friend of mine and he got a team together; and they'll be watching your house in case any suspicious characters come around."
"Stay safe, guys". Lamt waved at them from his car and then drove away.

"Craig, where'd you get those Shurikens?" his Dad asked.
"Um, weaponmasters.com."
"You bought something from over the Internet?!"
"Yeah.."
"What else did you buy? Tear gas? Grenades? A machine gun or two? Maybe a tank or a Humvee?"
"Nothing else, just the Shurikens."
"And what was that about Walker?" his Dad glared at him.
"You know I don't like that show. It's violent and it's got Buddhist teachings in it."
"Violent?! What would you call your job? Or what just happened today? That's way more violent than Walker! And if you hadn't let us watch it for a while, I'd probably be dead, and so would you!"

A knock sounded at the door. "Who is it?", Marty asked.
"Pizza Delivery!"
"Knock it off, Realm!", Lazarus told him.
"We're the guys Lamt called in." he told Marty.
They introduced themselves(using their codenames of course).

"Well, I'm Marty and this is my wife Helen and my son Craig."
"Hi Craig", Buddboy said.
"So you're the karate master." Ereon greeted him with a smile.
"karate master?" Craig laughed. "I don't know the first thing about karate. Except that it means hand... I think "
"Maybe myself and G4C could show you a few moves."
"Later guys, we gotta get set up", Lazarus informed them.
As they arranged themselves around the perimeter -

...

Arch looked around as he walked over to his car. Several beautiful women walked past him. Arch grinned appreciatively and put his hand on the top of his 09 Camaro. The license plate read "ARKANGL".
The person parked next to him got out of their car.
"Awesome car, dude. How'd you get your hands on it?"
It was Max.
"Still working on your teleporters?", Arch asked.
"Yeah, but the government still won't approve a grant. Not even after I demonstrated my toilet-a-porter..."
Arch gagged. "Toilet-a-porter? Who would need that?!"
"It was just a demo of the technology. So where'd you get the car?"
"You know, just this morning some crooks stole it, so I had to get it back before I could come to work."
"Let me guess - they gave it back at the muzzle of your smoking magnum. "
"You got it!"
They both swung around as one of the secretaries walked out of the White House. Her name was Emily Stafford.
Max broke the silence by suggesting, "We should probably leave now."
"Yeah", Arch agreed. Still they stood there, watching as she walked over to her car.
A moment later she spotted them standing by Arch's Camaro and waved.
Arch waved weakly. Max just stood, frozen.
She suddenly spotted his car and whipped off her sunglasses, then hurried over to them.
"Is that an 09 Camaro, Arch?" she gaped at it.
"Sure is!"
"Where'd you get it? I've been looking all over for one of these."
"I've got a friend who works at Chevy, he gave it to me."
"Too cool." she declared.
"Could I drive it, just around the parking lot?"
"As long as I get to sit next to you." Arch told her.
"As long as I get to sit between you." Max chimed in.
"It's my car, Max!", Arch frowned at him.

"So I can?", she asked eagerly.
"Sure.", Arch agreed.
They jumped in and she drove the car around the lot, slowly at first, then faster.
"Um, Arch, that needle says 95MPH.", Max told him.
"So?", Arch replied dreamily. He was sitting next to Emily.
"Aren't you going a little fast?", Max asked her.
She slowed down a little. "Sorry, I'm just having so much fun."
"So am I...", Arch said.
Max looked jealously at where he sat, then shrugged, rolling down the window and sticking his head out.
"There goes my hat - "
Emily brough the car to a halt with a loud screech, then backed up to the hat.
If Max hadn't been wearing a seatbelt he would've gone through the windshield.
Arch wasn't so lucky...
He lay on the floor of the front seat clutching his face. "I dink by dose is brokid!"
"What?" Max asked.
"I THINK MY NOSE IS BROKEN!", he shouted.
"Oh."
Emily climbed out. "Thanks for letting me drive it, Arch."
"The pleasure was all mine..." Arch told her.
"Snap out of it, Arch." Max said, picking up his hat and getting back in.

As Arch began to drive to where Max' truck was, he nearly hit two parked cars.
"I said snap out of it Arch!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry."

[This message has been edited by Lazarus (edited September 29, 2006).]

[This message has been edited by Lazarus (edited September 29, 2006).]

so, I get her number, right?

anyhow, I ask only one thing out of this story. When the situtation gets dire and hope seems lost, the clouds will part and Krylar will descend from the sky and fix everything.

good job, lazarus.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

And I may let her give you her number...

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

He writes programming books I think.

Lazarus

Buddboy, RM and DR checked their weapons, an Uzi, a Benelli 12 gauge riot shotgun, and a Mac-11 respectively.
"All in good working order, sir!", RM saluted.
"Good. You guys check out the area and find any weak points or places we need to guard, while I..." he trailed off pulling a gun out of his case.

"Grab that box of .50's.", CheeseStorm instructed.
"Oof! Man, this thing weighs a ton!", Buddboy grunted as he heaved the box out of the trunk.
"Well of course! That's 200 rounds of ammo. tracers, incendiary, and ball bullets."
He opened the box and began loading the M2 they'd mounted by the side window.

...

Arch sat at home, thinking about... personal things.
He picked up the phone and dialed the CIA.
"Hey Matt, it's Arch. Listen, I need you to pull the number of one of the White House employees for me."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I know I already owe you for the Kenyan incident - I'll return the favor, honest. Could you just get the number for me. Ok, thanks."
"The name? Emily Stafford..."

Max popped his head in and listened to most of the conversation. As Arch hung up, he stepped into the apartment.
"That's really low, Arch."
"Well at least I got her number." Arch replied, dialing it as he spoke.
"Hello, Emily, it's Arch. I-"
"How'd I get your number? Well uhm, to tell you the truth..."
Max grabbed the phone away from him
"Don't talk, just listen! We've got Arch and are holding him for ransom! Don't contact the police or F.B.I or you will never see him again!"
He hung up.
"What'd you do that for?!" Arch yelled at him.
Max shrugged "How were you going to explain getting her number? At least this way you can go into work tomorrow and tell her I saved your life."
"Saved my life? ... No way! I'll tell her I saved myself, thanks!"
"So you're going to lie to her?", Max asked.
"It'd be lying if I told her what you said to tell her."
Max put him in a headlock.
"Not really, since I'm about to save your life by not choking you to death..."
Arch slammed his hand into Max' chin, dislodging the hold, then spun, kicking out with his foot.
"Oof!", Max flew across the apartment and crashed into the wall.
"Quiet down in there!", Arch' nextdoor neighbour yelled.
"Sorry, Mr. Migreavy.", Arch called back.
"You're gonna be sorry!", Max growled and lunged.
His head butted into Arch' stomach and they fell to the floor.
"Quiet, I said!", Mr. Migreavy yelled, banging on the wall of the apartment.
"Sorry!", Arch yelled back, struggling to get out from under Max, who pinned him to the floor.

Arch suddenly shoved Max off and lunged to the wall, grabbing down one of his Katana's.
"Skewer an unarmed man, eh?", Max asked.
"Nah. Skewer an armed man." Arch tossed another one, sheathed; to Max.

Max drew it and they started toward eachother. Then began a reckless and wild fight that lasted for about 20 minutes.

...

Picking up at that point.
Max lunged, the sword outstretched. Arch dodged, getting the sleeve of his shirt cut and a small wound in his arm. Max couldn't stop and the sword rammed through the wall, the tip just piercing Mr. Migreavy's posterior.
"OWWW!"
Ignoring him, Max jerked the sword out and confronted Arch again. They circled, swords flashing in the glare of the sun coming in the windows.
Then the swords clashed together. They cut and parried and slashed and lunged, trying to get an opening at eachother.

While engaged in the battle, they were facing the door. It suddenly burst open, and a flashbang was hurled in.
Spotting it, they turned their heads and put their hands over their ears as it exploded with a deafening bang and a brilliant flash.

Emily burst in, a Glock in her hands. She stopped and stared at them.
"What's going on here?"
Max and Arch looked at her, then the swords they held, and grinned sheepishly.
"I'll sue!", Migreavy hollered from the other apartment.

...

Arch walked into work the next day, after undergoing the usual strip search.(the Secret Service is very thorough)
"Hello." he greeted several of the people as he walked by.
Emily looked up as he started to pass.
"Get the hole in your wall repaired?"
"Yeah. Luckily I had a bucket of plaster in my closet.", he told her.

The President went by. "Come on Arch, we've got work to do."
"Yes sir."
"Before you go, I have to ask: where did you get my number?", Emily said.
"Um... I don't remember.", Arch hedged.
"You know, my brother Matt works at the CIA", she began.
"Busted!", Max told Arch.
Arch swung his head "Mind your own business, Max!"
He walked over. "Would you mind telling me your number Emily? Arch wouldn't give it to me."
As Emily wrote it down on a card for him, Arch glared daggers at Max.
"Thanks." he smiled and waved cheerily as he walked off.

"Well, you'd better hurry or you'll be late." Emily told Arch and went back to work.
"Yeah.", he agreed glumly.

...

DR stretched and yawned. "Ow!"
"What's wrong?", Lazarus asked.
"Oh, just got a crick in my back." she answered.
"I could rub it for you." G4C suggested.
"Later guys." Buddboy came running up.
"What's up?", Lazarus asked.
"Crazyishone told me to tell you that there's like 20 arab guys and 4 white s, all armed, running up the street toward the house! There's a big helo behind them!"
Lazarus jumped to his feet. "Get ready to operate that M2, Cheese!", he ordered.
As CheeseStorm slid behind the machine gun, Lazarus pointed G4C and DR to the door of the house. "Get in there and protect the Powells!"
He grabbed Buddboy's arm. "Where is RM?"
"He's under that bush with Crazyishone."
"Well go get him!"
Buddboy ran over to the bush quickly. "Hey Realm, Lazarus wants you."
Realm and Buddboy ran back.
"RM, take yourself and your shotgun over to the end of the yard and get behind Marty's Camaro. Buddboy, you stay here and watch RM's back."
"Right, Chief.", RealmMaster saluted and took off.
Buddboy crouched down in the grass, staring around suspiciously at the grass, the bushes, the trees, the muzzle of his P90 ready and waiting...

Lazarus crept down to the street and looked up it. "Yep, there they are." he whispered to himself.
Placing a claymore mine in the street, Lazarus crossed over to the other side and waited.

The men came on toward the house...

...

Arch whipped his Camaro into the parking lot and shut off the engine. He entered his apartment and turned on the computer.
"19 new messages?" He began sifting through them.
"Spam - spam - phishing email - pharming email - spam - spam - spam - email from Lazarus - spam - spam. Wait, email from Lazarus?"
It was dated the previous day. Arch clicked on it.
"Dear Camaro Man, we've reached the objective and the area is secure. Holding and waiting for further instructions. L out."

Arch quickly typed up an answering email.
"Get ready to send in a backup squad, I've got a very important mission for you guys."

The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Arch?" It was Emily.
"Hi Emily. I'm glad you called. Listen-"
"Arch, I..." the phone was taken away from her.
"Angel, if you ever want to see Miss Emily again, bring the Purple file to the Southwest edge of the park at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. Come alone, no tricks, no police, or she dies."
"If you harm one hair on her head-" Arch began.
The man on the other end hung up.
Arch gritted his teeth and went over to the weapons hanging on the wall. He pulled down one Katana, buckling it's sheath down his back, and pulled a n M12 submachine gun off as well, slinging it over his shoulder. Black clothing and a pair of steel toed boots completed the extent of his preparations.
Slipping his cell phone into his pocket, Arch left the apartment, slid into his Camaro and disappeared into the night.*

Lazarus

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Crazyishone aimed and put a bullet through his leg.

Behind, the claymore exploded, showering the terrorists with the large BB's.
As they cried out in pain, Lazarus swung around the side of the house, Shuriken's whizzing from his hands. Two terrorists went down with the metal blades embedded in their bodies.

The rest poured into the Powell's yard, opening fire on the house.
Crazyishone and RM returned fire, downing several of them before Crazyishone had to retreat under the heavy storm of bullets that beat down around him.
RM fired off two more shots and then the Camaro was hit by a blast of gunfire and exploded, throwing him to the ground.
A terrorist advanced toward him, raising an AK toward RM's limp form.
"No!", Buddboy shouted. His P90 cracked, and cracked again. The terrorist threw up his hands and slumped to the ground.
Buddboy continued firing, taking out 2 more. The leader got up and limped toward the doorway with three of his men behind.

Buddboy ran toward RM and slapped his cheek. "You all right?"
RealmMaster came to, and grabbed up his Uzi. "Let's go!"
They hurried toward the house that the terrorists had just entered.

Inside, DR rushed Marty and his wife up the stairs while G4C confronted the invaders. His katanas spinning, he sliced through a terrorists arm.
The man yelled in pain and dropped his weapon. Spinning around, Ereon launched a kick into a second, knocking him to the floor. His sword flashed, coming down on the wrist of another terrorist.

The leader pointed his gun at Craig, who hadn't gone upstairs and fired twice. Craig dropped beneath the table and then jumped up, hurling a chair into the man's face. He tumbled to the ground.

Buddboy and Realm came in the door and leaped into action. As RM slammed the butt of his Uzi into the back of a terrorist's neck, Buddboy punched a second in the stomach and he doubled over, gasping for breath.

Lazarus ran in, and a terrorist lying on the ground blasted at him with an AK. He dived sideways, hitting his head on a table, and collapsed, out cold.

The terrorist switched targets, firing at Buddboy, who ducked behind the closet and then came out, his P90 blazing. The terrorist flew backwards into a wall, his chest perforated multiple times.

And the fight raged on...

...

Arch drove, his face masked in shadow. The fingers of his right hand compressed and uncompressed around the handle of the M12.
He picked up the phone and dialed the office.
"Hey Mike, I'm not going to be able to get to work tomorrow. Yeah, something big's come up."
"...Well, I don't care! Tell Rumsfeldt to wait! Seeya." he hung up and drove on.*

Lazarus

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Originally posted by buddboy:
thanks. and sorry i kinda freaked out. i was already upset, for more than one reason. my parents have been kind of unfair lately, school, well, sucks, some of my friends have been kind of mean, and a few other things. so i just kind of lashed out at the easiest thing. the story was great tho, other than that.

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S'okay. Sorry I characterized you that way.
I hope things get better for you. Glad you like the story .

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some unconscious lying on the ground to do...
Lazarus

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every time I enter the area, eerie trance (light on the bass, extra synth) will play.

Until my demands are met, I will be in my trailer.

heh, kidding. (of course...) Interesting stories lazarus. Remember that while long adjectives/adverbs can seem like a good idea, you can be just as a effective with a more brief style. It may take a bit of practice, but you can get to a point where the "action scenes" are like violent blank verse poetry. :-p

You are very imaginative, and I think you can be more creative with your writing style than directly describing everything in detail. Many readers like to use their imaginations too! Give them that opportunity, as long as it doesn't ruin the writing experience for ya.

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Signature, Yes, signature. Ahh signature. Yep.

*Plays eerie trance music to get him out of the trailer...*

Thanks for the advice!

Lazarus

A terrorist snuck up behind G4C and sapped him with the butt of his gun.
As he slumped to the ground the barrel of the weapon pointed down...

RM and DR fired simultaneously, the crack of the Mac-11 reverberating with the boom of the shotgun.
G4C poked his head up through the dead terrorist's legs. "Thanks. "

The leader pushed the chair off his body and jumped up. He spun in a circle with the AK on full automatic. "Die, fascist pigs!!!"

As everyone dropped and ducked, bullets whizzed around the room.
Lazarus groaned and began to get up. The leader spotted him and ripped off a burst.
"Ahh!", he cried out and tumbled to the floor, a bullet through the chest and lung.
Realm heaved a grenade through the air. The leader dived for the door too late, and was blown up with several comrades by the explosion.

DR rushed over to where Lazarus lay. "We better get him to a doctor!"
They picked up his still form and carried it out to the car, putting him in the back.
G4C jumped behind the wheel. "Where's the nearest hospital?"
Ereon pulled out a map. "About 20 miles from here!"
They all piled into the car and raced off.

...

Arch arrived at the park at 8:45 a.m. He walked quickly toward the appointed spot.
Two men were there with Emily.
"Got the Purple file?", the first one yelled.
Arch held it up.
He smiled, "Good, good! Set it on the ground!" the man ordered.
Arch slowly placed it on a piece of moss and stepped back.
Holding a pistol to Emily's head, he moved forward and picked up the purple folder. His partner bent his head forward eagerly as it slowly opened...
Inside there was only a piece of paper that said "You're going down."
"What the-"
They looked up just as Arch lifted the barrel of the M12. Emily chopped the first one in the back of his neck and ran as Arch opened fire.
From the ground the pistol barked.
Arch winced and his arm dropped, but the weapon kept firing.
The other one clutched his chest and dropped, his gun sliding from inert fingers.
The pistol held by the other one pointed toward Emily. Arch leaped forward, his Katana slashing down on the man's arm and boot hitting his face.
With a yelp of pain the kidnapper rolled over, clutching his arm and his broken nose.
Arch handcuffed him and shoved him in the trunk of the Camaro, then he and Emily jumped in and they left.
The birds gathered around the carcass of the dead man lying in the bloody grass. They cawed loudly as they settled on the body...

...

The team sat around the hospital bed where Lazarus lay. The doctor examined his wounds and looked troubled.
"Is he going to make it?", Buddboy asked.
"I don't know. He's lost a lot of blood, and I can't probe for the bullet or it might kill him."
Lazarus moved his head weakly and muttered something.
G4C bent his head down to listen.
"Jon... Jon..."
They looked at each other in surprise.
"Marty..." he mumbled unintelligibly for a moment.
"Uncle Marty, look out for..."
Realm walked in
"I was looking through Lazarus' case and found this letter."
"It's from a guy named Jon to Lazarus!"
G4C quickly took the letter and read it aloud.
"Lazarus, you've gotten in my way one time too many. Last warning.
How's your Uncle Marty been doing? He won't be doing anything but lying six feet under if you don't lay off!
Jon."
He folded the letter up.
"Did any of you know Marty was related to Lazarus?"
DR dialed Marty's home number. "Hello, Mr. Powell? Oh, hi Craig. Is your Dad there?"
She handed the phone to G4C.
"Mr. Powell, is Lazarus any relation to you? He isn't? Well, do you have any brothers or sisters? Ok, thanks."
He looked around at them. "He has one aunt who lives in D.C. Karen Alba."
"Why do you think he didn't know about Lazarus being his nephew?", Realm asked.
"Maybe he isn't."
"You read the letter, that's what it said." Buddboy argued.
"It's not necessarily true though."

Ereon and Realm took a taxi and headed to HQ while G4C radioed Mack to send another team to the Powell house.

Once there, Ereon booted up the Cray installed in the basement and accessed the White House network.
"What's the username Arch gave us?"
"CCN."
"And the password?"
"09Camaros_are_great", RealmMaster replied.
"OK, we're in."
(Note, this is all legal and above board. Arch was allowed to grant them access to the computer. Unfortunately the software didn't work correctly...)
"I can't get into the D.C census file!"
RM bent down over the screen. "Looks like the System Admin changed the password and Arch hasn't sent us a new one."
"Now what do we do?
Realm pulled up a chair and took over the mouse. He opened Dev-C++ and coded up a small buffer overflow program, then they copied it to the D.C mainframe.
A moment later "We're in!"
Ereon scrolled down the long list of names. "Just use search."
"There it is:", Realm pointed.
"Karen Alba." Ereon clicked 'All known relatives'
A list of names scrolled across the screen.
"Marty Powell: Nephew. Relatives: Helen Powell. Craig Powell."
"Lazarus: Grandnephew. Relatives: Unknown."
"Jessica Alba: Grandniece. Relatives: Unknown."
RM blinked. "So there's Lazarus and some person named Jessica. Why isn't there a last name for him?"
Ereon shrugged, printing it out. They left and caught a taxi back to the hospital.

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Arch arrived back at his place with Emily.
"How can I ever thank you for saving my life?", she asked.
"Well - " Arch began...
Max' truck drove up behind them and he jumped out.
"Arch!"
"What?", Arch asked irritably.
"Where have you been? Haven't you heard what happened?"
"No."
"Lazarus got shot, and they don't know if he'll make it."
Arch stepped back in shock. Emily looked quizzically at them.
"Who's Lazarus?"
"Let's go into my apartment and continue this conversation.", Arch suggested.
So they did.

...

"Ereon faxed me a list of his relatives so we could contact them.", Max held up a slip of paper.
Arch took it and scanned the small list of names.
"I didn't know he was related to Marty!"
"Nobody did, including Marty."
Arch read down farther and stopped dead.
"Did you read this whole thing, Max?"
"No..."
"Take a look at this last name:"
"Jessica Alba, relation second cousin..."

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The heart monitor by Lazarus' bed began beeping loudly. DR rushed to the door and called the doctor.
A nurse quickly escorted them out as the doctor put Lazarus on a gurney and wheeled him toward the operating room.

A few hours later he came out.
"What happened, Doc?", Buddboy asked.
"He's slipped into a coma.", the doctor replied wearily, pulling off his gloves.

...

After Arch and Max flipped a coin to decide who would go to Jessica Alba's residence and inform her of Lazarus' condition, Arch drove Emily back to her house and dropped her off. Then he headed to the CCN HQ.
Inside, CPU was working on one of the computers.
"Where's Mack?", Arch asked.
"Connect, you stupid wireless card! Huh? Oh, he's out back, Arch. Nice gun!"
Arch looked down. "Oops."
He returned the M12 to his car and then went around the side of the house.*

Lazarus(who lies in a coma)

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Max' truck stopped in the driveway and he got out. His hand banged loudly against the door.
Jessica Alba came to the door. "Yes?"
"Do you have a cousin named Lazarus, Miss Alba?"
"Well, yes. Is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid he's been shot."
"Shot?!"
"Yes, ma'am.", Max told her.
"Will he be all right?"
"We don't know yet. He's in a coma."
Grabbing a jacket, she stepped outside.
"Let's go."
They drove off.

Now let's pass over what Max was thinking as he drove and go to:

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Jon smiled evilly as his lieutenant Maxwell reported in.
"The hit went perfectly, Sir! Those idiots we hired managed to wound Lazarus pretty badly before they were downed."
"What about Marty?", Jon snapped.
"Well...", he hesitated.
"Well what?", Jon said.
"We hired those mafia guys to do the job, but they failed. Then we sent in some of the guys from our arab branch to do it right..."
"And they failed!", Jon sighed disgustedly.
He slapped a clip into his Skorpion and pointed it at Maxwell. "Take some men and get over there now! And if you fail, don't come back - or I'll empty this gun into your body."
"Ye.. yes Sir."

...

"What's up Arch?", Mack shook his hand.
"Bad news I'm afraid." Arch began.
"Did you send the backup team to Marty's house yet?"
"Yeah, Lava and Firemaker and HanClinto, Tonnyx and a couple other guys are there now."

...

HanClinto looked out the window, scanning the dark night with a thermal scope. "We've got company, guys!", he reported.
Lava took the scope and squinted through it. "Oh man, they've got bazookas!"
"Get everybody out!", HanClinto ordered.
They left quickly. Firemaker took the Powells to a neighbour while Clint, Tonnyx, Lava and the rest took up positions around the house.

Maxwell glared at the house. "Fire!" he shouted.
The bazookas jerked violently as their missiles sped toward the house. With an ear-shattering boom they exploded. The house burst into flames.
HanClinto took aim with his Psg-1. Splat! Maxwell crumpled to the grass with a hole in his leg.
Lava stood up, hosing down the front yard with a Galil 5.56 mm. The terrorists ran for cover as bullets pelted the ground.
Taking a step backward, Tonnyx heaved a tear gas grenade into the air, then dropped to the grass, an Fn-Fal at the ready.
As the tear gas bomb exploded, several of the terrorists began coughing and choking, overwhelmed by the gas. HanClinto quickly took them out.
The rest began firing AK's at their unseen assailants. Lava grunted as a bullet slammed into his chest.
"You all right?", Hanclinto yelled. "Fine!", he said. Luckily it hadn't pierced his body armor.

From his slumped position in the grass, Maxwell suddenly rose, two pistols in his hands. "Retreat, men!"
He ran backwards, firing. HanClinto ducked as a bullet whizzed past his ear.
Tonnyx fired a burst over Maxwell's head and he dropped the pistols and ran for cover.

A helicopter whirled out of the sky and the terrorists scrambled toward it. Maxwell reached it last and they pulled him in, then it began to fly away quickly.
In the next yard Firemaker aimed a Stinger and pressed the trigger. The grenade rocketed upward and slammed into the helo, exploding. It heeled violently to the side and then crashed into a clump of trees.
A massive fireball enveloped the area a moment later.
Lava pulled his binoculars and scanned the crash site. "No survivors.", he reported.
HanClinto shook his head as he looked at the house. "The place is ruined."
Smoke rose from the remains. There was still one or two fires blazing.

A Cobra gunship suddenly appeared overhead. Jon sat at the controls. "That idiot Maxwell."
He targetted the house. "Hellfire 1 2 and 3 away!" The three missiles shot forward and slammed into the house.
A moment later it collapsed, a crumpled wreck.
A vicious snarl appeared on Jon's face and he swung the nose of the craft around, spotting the figures on the ground.
"Take cover!", Lava shouted as the 30 mm chain cannon roared, a heavy stream of depleted uranium shells spitting from the deadly weapon.
HanClinto and Tonnyx dived behind a Truck and shells ripped into it. "Firemaker, we need backup!" he shouted into the radio.

Firemaker hefted another Stinger to his shoulder. "Up - up." He fired and the shoulder-fired weapon jerked.
"Missile incoming." the computer told Jon. He laughed contemptuously and pressed the flare key. A stream of bright hot flares left the emitter and were flung off into the sky as Jon flew the helo away into the night.
The Stinger was fooled by the flares and went off course, exploding the sky a moment later.
Jon returned in the Cobra as they began to get up. He flew toward the powerlines, aiming the helicopter blades at them. The lines fell, sparking as the blades cut through them.
The helicopter hovered over the neighbouring house and Hellfire missiles flew from the pylons. The house the Powells and Firemaker had taken refuge in was blown to pieces in seconds.

Jon laughed evilly and flew away into the night.

Lava picked himself up and ran over to HanClinto and Tonnyx. They stared around at the destruction in disbelief. "Firemaker, come in.", HanClinto said over the radio.
"Firemaker, are you there?"
"I can't raise him."
They ran frantically over to the blazing inferno that consumed the house but the wind lashed flames drove them back. "Call the fire department!", Tonnyx yelled over the roar of the fire.

...

The firetrucks screamed up 5 minutes later and they quickly unrolled the hoses and turned them on the raging flames. Finally they were out. The team followed the firefighters as they entered the ravaged house to look for survivors.
Firemaker and Craig were found in the rubble, slightly injured. Marty was uncovered a moment later, his leg hurt even worse but alive. Mrs. Powell could not be found...
Marty and Craig searched frantically for her, with everyone else helping. They finally found her underneath a board. "Is she alive?", Marty asked the paramedics as they loaded her into the ambulance.
"She's hurt bad!", the man shouted back before climbing in and driving off.
Marty's fists clenched. "When I get my hands on Jon I'll rip him apart!", he vowed.

...

As it turned out Mrs. Powell was brought to the same hospital Lazarus was in. G4C came out of his room and met HanClinto and the rest entering the hospital.
"What happened?"
"Jon sent in another hit squad and then attacked with his helo." Marty replied grimly.
"Jon? But he's..."
"He's very much alive and very much a menace. Nearly killed my wife."
"How is she?"
Craig looked down, struggling to avoid breaking down. "They... they don't think she'll make it."*

Lazarus(who's still in a coma and fading fast...)

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*Lazarus' heart monitor beeped loudly. The doctor rushed in and began to pump his heart with a defribbilator(sp?). The beeping slowed and then stopped. The doctor stood back, a hopeless expression on his face.
Lazarus was dead...
As the team sat in stunned silence, Jessica Alba began to cry softly.

Marty and Craig walked in with smiles on their faces. "Mom's gonna be okay!", Craig whooped.
Then they noticed the silence.
"What's wrong?", Marty asked.
The Doctor pulled a sheet over Lazarus' face and walked up to Marty.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Powell. Lazarus is dead." he walked quickly out of the room.
Marty sat down in a chair with a thump. He couldn't believe it.
Buddboy looked down at Lazarus' body. "Goodbye, Lazarus... Sorry we let you down "

Max put his arm around Jessica to comfort her as she wept. Arch and Ereon stared soberly at Lazarus.*

(Btw, I am not going to retract this in the next part. It all really happens in the story)

Lazarus

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Thanks, Buddboy .
Lazarus(who is currently in the morgue... Okay, not yet, he's still in the hospital bed)

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*Lazarus rolls over in his grave just thinking about it...*

Lazarus

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About the only schooling I do nowadays is on my own initiative(reading books or online stuff etc.), since once I went through Algebra and Calculus Dad got too busy to teach me anything else.

So I don't do much anymore... (Besides my own studies)

Lazarus

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Lazarus

*Lazarus floated outside his body, looking down at the bed on which it lay, the people clustered around it. He was surprised to see his cousin there.
"How would she have known?"
Suddenly a bright yellow tunnel appeared in front of him. He could hear voices calling his name at the end of it. He moved slowly forward into it, calling the voices. They began to dim and then stopped all together, and then the tunnel vanished.

Lazarus groaned and sat up in the bed. He was alive! The team stared at him, astonished beyond belief.
Buddboy rushed to the door and called the doctor, who came in and then stopped dead, his mouth hanging open.
Lazarus rubbed his head. "Whaz goin on?" he asked sleepily.

Jessica rushed forward and hugged him.
"Maybe I should die every day...", Lazarus said.

And we'll pass over the scene that follows and turn to:

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Jon's face turned red with anger. He ripped the Skorpion out and fired a long burst through the soldier's body.
As he crumpled to the ground Jon replaced the gun and punched a hole in the wall.
"They always survive!" he ranted, waving his arms furiously.
Maxwell's replacement walked in and stared at the body in surprise.
"Um, we've got your chopper resupplied, Sir."
"Take this out." Jon ordered curtly and paced back and forth restlessly.
His evil brain stewed with countless schemes of revenge, picking one and planning it, then discarding it and thinking of another.

Jon walked out to his Cobra and climbed in. He flicked on the radio.
"Viper to Alpha 2, come in Alpha 2."
"This is Alpha 2, reading you loud and clear Viper."
"Launch Operation KDR! File index 122227."
"Understood, Viper. Over."
"Rendezvous 2:00 a.m tomorrow. Viper out."
The helicopter blades whirled around as it lifted off and disappeared into the sky.

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Alpha 2 put down the microphone and turned on his portable computer.
"File 122227 he said."
He clicked through the large folder of plans, then opened 122227.
Alpha 2 stuck his head out of the tent "Come in here men, we've got work to do for the boss!"
They entered and stood behind as he began to read:
"Operation title: Kidnap -"*

...

Lazarus

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How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Portia The Merchant of Venice

cant wait for the rest of the story.

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Jessica rushed forward and hugged him.
"I should die every day.", Lazarus said quietly with a smile.

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*steps back*

holy crap.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

Lazarus

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Lazarus crawled out, helping Jessica to her feet.
"Everybody okay?", he said.
They crawled out from behind various cars, and out from under several.
"All present and accounted for.", HanClinto sighed in relief.

"They're getting away!", RealmMaster shouted, pointing toward the black Huey.
While Jon was attacking, Alpha 2's men sprinted toward the open door on the side.
The helo flew away with all inside. They hadn't gotten away unscathed though. Three were bleeding from bullet wounds and Alpha 2 himself had a large cut on his face(one of Lazarus' Shuriken's).
G4C suddenly looked around.
"Where's DR?!"
The team searched through the area, but no sign of her could be found.
Ereon noticed a piece of paper on the ground and picked it up.
"G4C, get over here!"
He showed him the paper.
'Jon's got me.' G4C read aloud in horror.

...

Jon yanked her out of the copter and pulled DR over to the tent, shoving her inside.
He turned the radio on.
"Viper calling Alpha 2. Come in Alpha 2, do you read me?"
"I read you sir. Mission complete, returning to base."
"Any casualties?"
"Only minor wounds sir." Alpha 2 winced as he poured peroxide onto his face.
"Excellent." Jon chuckled.
"Did you eliminate all the CCN team members before leaving?"
"Not needed, Sir! After that holocaust you poured down on the car, they're all dead!"
"Did you check?", Jon asked suspiciously.
"Well, no..."
"Get back there and make sure!", he gritted harshly.
"Yes, sir.", Alpha 2 turned to the chopper pilot. "We gotta go back. Turn around!"
The black Huey slid into a sharp turn and headed toward the hospital again.

Realm was the first one to hear it. "A chopper's coming!", he shouted.
Ducking behind cars in the parking lot, the team waited, guns drawn. G4C was on his phone with the Taxi service.
"We need a couple taxi's over at General Memorial Hospital."

Alpha 2 clicked on the radio.
"Alpha 2 calling base, do you read me? Over."
"This is base, we read you Alpha 2. Over."
"We need backup. Send another Huey with 8 men to the hospital at - " he read the address.
"Affirmative. Base out."
The Huey swept on.
"Faster, pilot!", Alpha 2 said.
"Yes, Sir!"
The roar of the engines increased. Alpha 2 winced and put his hands over his ears as the helo whipped through the air.

...

The hospital appeared below. Alpha 2 scanned the area as the chopper hovered. "I don't see anything... Go lower, pilot.", he ordered.
Lazarus peered through the laser rangefinder. "Now!", he shouted.
Firemaker hefted the Stinger...
The Huey was an old helicopter and had none of the sophisticated missile defense systems or flares like Jon's craft.
Alpha 2 looked through the binoculars again. What was that movement over there?
His eyes widened in horror. "Missile incoming!"
Too late. The Stinger slammed into the side of the chopper and exploded, tearing a huge hole in the metal frame. The chopper heeled to the side as the pilot struggled to regain control.
Below the team opened fire on the chopper. Bullets ripped through the sides and pinged off the rotor heads.
G4C raised his GL69A, a 40MM grenade launcher. He fired off a round.
The grenade flew through the air and banged off the door of the chopper. The explosion a second later blew the door right off. As the helo lurched sideways, Alpha 2 was hit three times in the side and fell out the side of the chopper.
He plummetted 190 feet to the ground with a sickening thud.

The helo crashed into the ground and dazed terrorists spilled out of it, most of them unconscious.

G4C turned his head and noticed 2 taxis driving up. "Our transportation is here!"
Ereon glanced upward. "Oh, man..." The second Huey dived out of the sky, doors open. The men inside raised their rifles and opened fire.
Bullets whizzed everywhere as the team ran for cover.

The taxis drove into the parking lot and stopped. G4C ran up to the first one, ducking a hail of lead. "Can you get us out of here fast?"
The driver looked in awe at the mess in front of him: G4C's car, the helicopter, the bullet holes all over the payment.
"Yes, but hurry! I just had this thing washed and waxed."
Retreating amid the gunfire, the team piled into the taxis.
"Let's get out of here!", Lazarus shouted.
As they drove the Huey followed, still shooting at them.
"Oh, no! They're following us!", Jessica cried.
"They are? Awesome! You want me to lose 'em?" the driver asked.
"Uh, yes. Put the petal to the metal!" Ereon told him.
"I've been waiting my entire life for someone to say that!"
(Sorry, I just had to steal this quote from AIO)
The car took off down the street, the needle rising fast.
Lazarus watched as it went to 80 - 90 - 100 - 120 - 140 -
He quickly looked away as the taxi practically flew down the street, dodging other vehicles.
HanClinto leaned out the rearmost taxi's window, balancing an M73E machine gun on the side. Tonnyx quickly reached out and fed a belt of ammo into the gun, then steadied it against the car.
He pressed the stock to his shoulder and took aim at the pursuing chopper, and pressed the trigger...
A stream of tracers ripped into the side of the chopper. Guiding the barre l upward, HanClinto fired again. Lead pinged off the bulletproof windows of the cockpit.
"Up more, hit the blades!", Tonnyx shouted.
Putting his arm under the barrel, HanClinto leaned all the way out(with Buddboy and RealmMaster holding onto his legs so he didn't fall), Tonnyx helping and aimed the machine gun at the chopper.
The car skidded violently and he was almost ejected from the window.
Realm and Buddboy strained against the inertia and pulled HanClinto back in.
He pointed the machine gun again and pressed the trigger.
Empty shells blew in a merry stream about the back of the car, flying off into traffic as the machine gun blasted a hail of lead toward the chopper.

The pilot jerked the nose down viciously and dived toward the street below.
Then he saw a helicopter blade fly past and hit the ground. Then another!
The helo jerked out of control, vibrating all over and dropped toward the ground like a rock. It crashed into a cluster of trees and was ripped apart at the seams. The pilot was flung forward and banged his head against the controls. He lost consciousness a moment later.
As the men inside struggled to get out, police cars screamed up. They were all arrested as soon as the cops heard the first eyewitness and the automatic rifles lying around were found.

Buddboy and Realm cheered as they saw the helo fly off course and crash.
"Pull me back in, will ya?", HanClinto called.
"Where are we going anyway?", the taxi driver asked.
Tonnyx gave him a piece of paper with the address of CCN HQ, then sat back and helped HanClinto unload the M73E and put it away.

...

They climbed out and entered the house. CPU was still working away at the computer. Mack greeted them. "What happened?" he asked as he took in their disheveled clothing and powder-burned faces.
Arch and Max filled him in as the team put their weapons away. G4C paced impatiently. "We've got to find DR! Who knows what that fiend Jon is doing to her."

Arch' cellphone began playing the song "Girls, all I want is girls"...
"Excuse me." he took it into the next room.
"Hello?"
"Hello Arch, this is Emily. Where are you?"
"Why'd you call?" Arch asked quickly.
"The President is looking for you. Said it's an emergency."
"Ok, thanks." Arch was about to hang up.
"So how's Lazarus?"
"Lazarus? Who's that?", Arch asked.
"You know, your friend that-"
"Sorry Emily, I gotta go. Bye." Arch clicked the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
He came out and announced "Sorry guys, I need to leave now. G4C, I'll put some of our agents to work looking for DR. Seeya."

...

Jon finished typing and printed out the note. He handed it to Putnam. "Deliver this to the CCN headquarters in exactly one hour. That'll give me enough time to take my friend(DR glared at him) over and get set up."
"Yes sir.", Putnam saluted and hurried away.

Jon looked at DR with a twisted smirk on his lips. "How ironic that you will be the cause of the whole CC Network's destruction. It was created because of you, remember?"

DR refused to answer, looking away. Jon grinned evilly and pulled a case off the bed. He unlatched it and gripped the rifle inside, pulling it out.
Jon set the Barrett M82A1 .50 caliber rifle against the wall and loaded the ten round clip with the huge shells. With a click he inserted the clip and cocked the rifle.
DR watched with fear in her eyes. She knew what he was planning to do.

...

Jon stored the rifle in the Cobra and forced DR into it. As the copter lifted off Putnam drove away in a Humvee with the message.

...

Putnam crept up beside the house and tied the note to a grenade. He stepped back and launched it through the air.
Everyone inside looked up in shock as the window shattered and a grenade fell to the floor.
Lazarus and G4C jumped up and pushed a couch over the grenade then leaped back.
A minute passed and nothing happened. Lazarus cautiously pulled the couch back to reveal the grenade.
"It's a dud." he announced, pulling it out.
"Hey, there's a note tied to it.", Buddboy said.
Lazarus pulled the note off.
"If you want DR, you'll find her at the Beville Marina on the third dock."
"That's all it says." Lazarus said.
"It's a trap." HanClinto said. "Jon is probably lying in wait over there for you."
"Maybe so, but I can't just stay here. I'm going." G4C said determinedly.
"Well, we're going with you.", Ereon said.

...

A car pulled up to the dock and G4C got out. He looked toward the end. A motionless figure sat there. G4C walked swiftly toward her.

In the boathouse behind him, Jon took aim...

G4C got closer. "DR?", he called. He walked up and pulled the blanket off.
DR looked up at him. She was bound and gagged. G4C quickly ripped off the gag.
DR spit and cried out. "Look out, Jon's back there!" She rocked forward, shoving G4C to the side.
A tremendous bang split the air, and a large spurt of flame issued from the boathouse window as the Barrett fired.
The massive projectile missed G4C by inches. It hit the engine of one of the boats and the vessel exploded.
Jon cursed and took aim again. G4C saw the barrel of the gun poking out and grabbing DR he leaped off the dock into the water as the Barrett fired.

Jon threw the Barrett down and whipped his Skorpion out. He smashed the window and climbed through it, running toward the end of the dock.

Lazarus stepped out in front of him, a G36K pointed at his chest. "Don't move!"
Without hesitation Jon raised the Skorpion and blasted at Lazarus. The rifle was torn from his hands by the burst of gunfire.

Swinging around, Lazarus lashed out with his foot. The Czech VZ61 sailed out into the bay and splashed into the water.
Jon snarled and pulled a knife. He lunged at Lazarus, waving the blade menacingly.
Lazarus ducked and Jon took off, running down the dock toward the edge. Lazarus ran after him. Jon suddenly turned around and threw the knife.
Sidestepping the flying blade, Lazarus' gloved hand gripped the blade and threw it back toward Jon.
He slid sideways and then charged. His brass knuckled hand slammed into Lazarus' chin.
Jon kicked Lazarus in the face and he flew through the air and hit one of the posts holding up the dock.

Stepping forward, Jon picked up the knife and pressed it to Lazarus' neck.
Lazarus' eyes opened and he lashed out with his foot. Jon fell backward.
Lazarus dropped onto him and they wrestled furiously across the dock, punching and kicking and thumping and banging.

Lazarus finally got Jon in a headlock and held him securely. G4C and DR climbed out of the water and dripped toward them. "I got him." he called.

Jon wriggled violently and slipped out of Lazarus grasp. He ran away from the dock into the woods toward his copter.

He reached the helo and stopped dead. It was surrounded by the CCN team, all pointing weapons at him.
Jon dropped as bullets whizzed over his head and rolled behind a bush, then disappeared.
"Where'd he go?", Buddboy said, running forward with his P90. A pistol barked and a bullet slammed into a tree next to Realm's head. They all went down.

Jon continued running. He finally reached the road.
The CCN team ran to the van and piled in, Lazarus slipping behind the wheel. "Go, go!", Buddboy yelled, slinging the P90 over his shoulder.
They roared up the slope toward the road.
Jon fired half a dozen rounds into the air and the frightened driver screeched to a stop.
Ripping the door open, Jon flung the man out and leaped in. He slammed the pedal to the floor and burned rubber as the car zoomed down the road.
Lazarus turned the van and sped after him.

...

Arch leaned forward and slapped the folder down in Agent Barton's face. "HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY INSANE??!!!"
"There's no need to yell, I can hear you quite well.", Barton said angrily. "Hey, that rhymes! Yell - Well..." He quickly wrote it down.
Arch yanked the notebook out of his hands and ripped it to shreds. "Shut up and listen! This 'plan' of yours is completely ridiculous. It'd never work."
The President shook his head. "I must agree with Arch."
"So what do you suggest, Angel?", Rumsfeldt snapped irritably.

Emily stepped in with a thing of coffee. "Would anyone like some?"
Arch accepted a cup and then sat down, throwing a folder across to the President. "It's all in there, sir."
Bush opened it and read quickly. "Cheap, logical and fast. I like it!"
"Has it got something to do with those wonderdog CCN people of his?" SecState Rice asked.

"No time to talk, people." Bush stood up.
"Arch, I'm giving you the green light. And remember what happens if you fail. D.C, mushroom cloud. Not a pretty picture."
Arch nodded soberly.
The President put on his coat and was escorted out by the SS agents.
Rumsfeldt glared at Arch and stomped out.

...

"Tough day?", Emily asked sympathetically as Arch walked out wearily.
"I get so sick of those bureauocratic idiots!" Arch told her.
Max walked in and spotted them. "Hey Arch!"
"What?", Arch said.
"We just got some new intel from the CIA."
"Yeah?"
"Seems everybody's friend Jon happens to be behind this D.C threat."
"Jon? He's never been in league with the fanatical muslims."
"They think some Saudi sheiks are bankrolling him."
"Jon always did go where the big money was.", Arch mused.

"So what happened?", Max said.
"The POTUS okayed Operation TOJO. About the only good news I've had so far."
"Well, the good news is, we got DR back and the CCN van is on Jon's tail at this very moment."
Emily interrupted "Who's this Jon you keep talking about?"
Arch and Max glanced at each other. "Can't hurt to tell her." Max said. Arch shrugged.

"He's a dangerous criminal and international terrorist. Also does assassinations when the money is right."
Emily looked troubled. "Does he have a large mole in the middle of his forehead.
"Yes.", replied a surprised Max.
Arch stared at her. "What's wrong?"
"Jon" she whispered. "Jon is my brother."
"What?!"

...

Lazarus

*steps back*

holy crap.

quote:

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Second cousin, Arch. Makes a big difference; if you know what I mean.

Lazarus

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

What's so weird about her being a second cousin?(In the story, that is)

Lazarus

What? where Am I in the story?

jk. great story Laz.

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Awaiting Avatar Image Size rechange...

*Lazarus hands RM two banana clips. "You may want to load those dual AK's..."*

Lazarus

Lazarus

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Lazarus peered ahead. Jon's car twisted and turned, trying to shake his pursuers. Suddenly it veered off the road and hit a tree. Lazarus screeched to a stop and they watched as the car exploded.
"Quits to Jon.", Buddboy muttered.
G4C looked ahead. "There's a guy with a bazooka, everybody out!" The door slammed open and they scrambled out, tumbling to the ground as the van blew up.
The CCN team ran through the patch of woods to a large open field. And there, they slept...

...

Arch contacted Mack as he drove. "What? They are?". He made a totally illegal u-turn and the Camaro roared away.
"They're at the Beville Marina!", he shouted.
After hours of driving, they finally made it. The sun was rising over the treetops.

"No one here!", Max said.
They drove farther up the road and came upon the van sitting there.
Emily gasped as she saw the wrecked vehicle, and the car ahead. "What happened?"
Arch and Max climbed out, guns at the ready. Emily pulled her Glock and followed.

They followed the trail through the woods and came upon the team asleep in the grass.

Arch sighed in relief and holstered his weapon, starting forward as they began to wake up.
Lazarus rubbed his eyes. "Oh man, we gotta get outta here!!" he realized.
Too late...

...

On the other side of the field, dozens of Jon's mercenaries appeared, their menacing leader with them.
"Die!", Jon screamed, hurling a grenade. Shrapnel flew through the air. Buddboy cried out in agony as the
metal flew into his leg. The P90 he held fired involuntarily, hitting Jon.

Max and Emily ducked for cover too late and were killed by the terrorists in a hail of lead. Max died with his body over Emily protecting her from the enemy.
CCN crouched in the grass, each member pulling his weapon. HanClinto tightened his headband and squinted through the Psg-1's scope.
The sniper rifle cracked and a terrorist fell headlong into the grass.

G4C jerked as Putnam's M-16 blasted a hail of lead toward his position. DR screamed as he folded over, clutching his chest.
She turned him over, fearing the worst. G4C pulled himself back up shakily. The bulletproof vest he wore was damaged but he was alive.

Jon waved his Skorpion in the air and screamed again, shooting towards Tonnyx. HanClinto lunged toward her as she fell. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

CheeseStorm rolled over, shot through the chest ten times. His gun dropped from limp fingers.
Ereon stabbed a terrorist through the heart, moving toward Jon.
His eyes blazed with intense fury. "Jon you murdering scum! I'll kill you!"
His Katana whipped back and forth in the air, faster than the eye could follow. Terrorists dropped and died around the whirlwind of steel and human as the blade cut and slashed. A bullet sliced the sword in half as Ereon pulled on his all-terrain roller skates.
He flew across the field toward Jon, an RPG balanced on his shoulder.
Jon spotted him and fired off a wild blast, leaping behind a clump of his men.
Ereon zipped into the enemy terrorists and pulled the trigger of the RPG as he fell to the ground. The missile flashed into the ground and exploded, hurtling bodies through the air.
Ereon gasped in pain, his legs and chest bloodied and torn by the blast. He saw an enemy soldier struggling up beside him and pulled a grenade, tossing the pin in the opposite direction.
As the terrorist's eyes widened in horror Ereon grasped his arm and yanked his devastated body upright, shoving the grenade in the man's face.
"NOOOO! AUGGHHHH!" The frag exploded, tearing the terrorist's torso apart.
Unbelievably, Ereon was still alive! He crawled toward Jon, throwing knives in hand.
At a distance of three feet, Jon turned and spotted him. Ereon grasped a tree limb and yanked himself up, hurling both blades with the other hand as Jon's Skorpion blasted away his life.
Ereon's last words echoed in Jon's ears. "GOOD WILL ALWAYS TRIUMPH OVER EVILLLLLLL!!!" as he flipped backwards and fell to the bloody grass, his life ebbing away.

Arch yanked his fedora down, noticing Jon was distracted. The M-Tar 21 cracked and cracked again. Jon dropped and the bullets ripped into two of his men.
A cluster of terrorists on the right charged, guns blazing. G4C blew them apart with his grenade launcher, then helped HanClinto blaze away at Jon with an M249 as DR tended Tonnyx' wounds.

As he saw Buddboy take a hit and go down,
Realm pulled a frag and tossed it toward the terrorists. He followed it up with shot after shot from his Benelli, screaming loudly. "For home, for country, and for Buddboy!"
The grenade blew apart, killing the terrorists.
On the left flank, Putnam crouched, reading a Katyusha rocket launcher. The killing machine spewed its deadly missiles toward CCN.
"Ahhhhh!", Lava was thrown through the air as the rockets hit. His gun was in a million pieces and his legs were full of shrapnel.
Lazarus and Jessica were right in the middle of the first 23 rockets and were killed instantly by the explosion.

Jon spotted G4C leaning over the machine gun and his Skorpion chattered, a stream of bullets flying toward G4C. "No!", DR yelled, throwing herself into him. She dropped to the ground as the bullets hit. G4C cried out as he saw his fiancee go down. He cradled her in his arms.

Buddboy went nuts as he saw DR go down. He charged the enemy, throwing grenades and shooting wildly. "You'll pay for this, JONNNNNN!!!!"
"The road to justice is difficult to tread! But I must keep walking it!! LET TRUE JUSTICE BE DEALT!!!" G4C screamed. He hefted the heavy weight of the machine gun in his arms and blasted away at the evil Jon.

Jon laughed maliciously as his bullets cut through DR's body. He was suddenly thrown into a tree by G4C's hail of gunfire. As Jon crumpled to the ground, Putnam fired on Arch with his M-16.

He missed, hitting Crazyishone instead. As blood poured from the holes, Crazyishone(living up to his name), pulled two Uzi's and leaped into a cluster of terrorists. He mowed down man after man, even as bullet after bullet slammed into his body.

A terrorist attacked from behind and slammed a bayonet through his back.
Az he crumpled the Uzi's emptied their magazines into the man, cutting his body in half.

Buddboy gave a battle cry and leaped into the air like a bottle cap on a hot day. He did a front flip, landed on his knees behind a log, and fired off a shot at a terrorist.
RealmMaster, now completely devoid of any emotion except that of undying hatred for Jon, buckled his kevlar tighter and pointed his shotgun between a terrorist's eyes.
"I'm not going down without a fight, you can count on that!" he shouted as he pulled the trigger.

DR crawled over to G4C with superhuman strength and handed him a box of ammo, firing her Mac-11 at the terrorists. A bullet ripped into her arm and the gun dropped.
"YOU WILL NOT KILL HER! NOT AS LONG AS THERE IS A BREATH IN MY LUNGS!", G4C screamed, mowing down the terrorists with the reloaded machine gun.

Buddboy rolled to his feet, struggling to move. His P90 pumped 10 shots into a terrorist and he went down. He charged again, for what may be his last time. Blood fell from his lips...

Arch moved closer, hurling his Katanas. A terrorist rolled over with both blades through his stomach and sticking out the back. He curled his lip and fired a burst from the M-Tar micro assault rifle.

Lava, still terribly wounded, found himself lying beside an injured enemy. The terrorist turns toward DR and raises his weapon. "NO!", Lava shouted, slamming the barrel of his pistol into him. He points it to the terrorist's head and pulls the trigger...

Arch screamed as a terrorist fired the AK at him. Blood trickled down his side as he planted his boot in the terrorist face with a sickening crunch and fired a dozen shots through the man's chest.
He began to go half-crazed with the pain. "Death to the honorless!" he screamed as he fired the rifle toward the enemy.

G4C dropped the machine gun and knelt beside DR, cradling her head in his arms. Her eyes flickered and she looked up at him, then valiantly struggled to her feet. "Come on, G4C!". They surged toward the enemy, guns blazing.

Arch was hit in the mouth by the butt of Putnam's rifle and teeth fell from his bloody mouth. He jammed the barrel of his weapon into Putnam's stomach and pulled the trigger, blowing a bloody hole through him.

G4C cried out as a terrorist's bayonet sliced through his stomach. DR cut him down with her Mac-11 and bandaged G4C's wound as bullets flew around her.
"I must endure this pain... for the greater... good..." G4C muttered as his vision started to turn black. He gazed up at DR selflessly exposing herself to enemy fire to help him. He pulled her down as she took a hit in the side. "Look out!"

HanClinto and Tonnyx were on the left flank, twin G36K's blazing as they cut down terrorist after terrorist. A man popped up and drilled HanClinto through the chest. His wife grabbed him as he slumped to the ground. RM ran in front of them and fired, blowing the terrorist's head off with his shotgun.

Arch lurched forward, blood pouring from a dozen wounds. Jon appeared in front of him, clutching his Skorpion. Buddboy could hear him saying something above the noise of the battle.
Arch's mumbling became louder as he lifted the rifle to his shoulder...
Soon, Buddboy heard what he was saying. "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust."
Jon's eyes widened in horror and his Skorpion blasted at Arch.
Suddenly, he screamed out with his last breath "LORD! TAKE MY SOUL AND AVENGE THE JUST!"
With that, he pulled the trigger, ending his life and Jon's as they fell together, covered with blood.

DR bent over G4C, tears welling up in her eyes. He lifted his rifle and killed a terrorist milliseconds before the man could shoot her.

DR wrapped her arms around G4C as a terrorist stabbed viciously with his bayonet. The steel blade pierced her body.
"I will avenge this pain and suffering... my beloved", G4C told the dying DR as he lashed out, breaking the terrorist's neck with a single kick.
DR looked lovingly into G4C's eyes at his sweet words, and promise of avenging her as she lay dying on the battlefield.

Buddboy was moved by the signs of affection and righteous anger from DR and G4C... and then moved into action... He cried 'FOR HONOR!' and charged, shooting down a terrorist. He cried again in anger and swept his eyes across the field... searching for more terrorists.

HanClinto pulled Tonnyx up and bandaged her wounds. He whipped a pistol out and blasted away at the advancing terrorists. "You murderers! You'll pay for hurting my wife!!"

As RealmMaster stared at the carnage around him, a plan formed in his brain. He crouched behind a tree, pulling a wad of duct tape out...

The pain of the last bullet brought DR to the ground. Tears welled in her eyes, as her breath drew short. With her dying breath she whispered a few sweet words in G4C's ear, and then she was gone.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" G4C screamed as he held his dying fiancee in his arms. With her last words fresh on his mind he gently laid her down, and started to cry. He then looks up at the terrorists with an anger that transcends all normal emotion. With tears streaming down his cheeks he ran at the enemy with his gun blasting. "If it takes all the life inside of me, I will tear you apart for taking her from me!" G4C screamed as he fired and kicked and punched and stabbed.
"Love has EVERYTHING to do with my life! And you guys had the misfortune of being the ones to take all of that away... now you will pay..." As G4C fights, he has changed somehow... he has lost purpose... lost control... "I will avenge her death, mark my words... I will be the one to strike you down! Now you die..."

The terrorists drop everywhere under the blows and bullets.
HanClinto kept firing, killing terrorist after terrorist. A blast of gunfire suddenly riddled his body. He fell to his knees, then crumpled to the ground. Tonnyx rushed to his side. "Noo! Clint, don't die!"

RM ripped the last of the duck tape off with crazed fingers. He charged toward the enemy, covered in duck taped grenades. The terrorists ran for cover. "Look out, he's gonna blow!!" BOOM! RM and 13 terrorists were blown apart in the explosion.

Buddboy looked around. RM was dead, Arch was dead, HanClinto was dying, DR was dead. Lazarus was dead. He cried out and lunged, the P90 blazing clip after clip into the terrorists. "JUST ONE MORE SHOT, GOD! ONE MORE SHOT...."

There were 5 terrorists left. G4C lunged toward one and choked him to death with his bare hands. "THIS IS FOR MY BELOVED DR! NOW BE GONE!" he shouted. He reloaded DR's Mac-11 and sprayed bullets toward a second.

The other terrorists surrounded Buddboy and a blast of gunfire ripped into him from three sides, spinning him around.
As he fell he hurled a grenade toward them. The explosion killed two. The third escaped, running toward the other side. He came upon HanClinto being tended by Tonnyx and opened fire. Tonnyx fell as HanClinto valiantly tried to shield her with his body. He fired at the terrorist, hitting him in the side.
The terrorist shot back, killing HanClinto.

G4C came up behind him and sliced him apart with a Katana. He stopped, panting, and looked around. All was silent and still...

Buddboy groaned and rolled over. G4C hurried over and gave him a drink of water.
"That was some fight, huh?", Buddboy asked, choking up blood. He groaned in pain as G4C touched his stomach. It was ripped and torn by bullet wounds.
"Hang on, Buddy, I'll get you to a doctor!", G4C promised, dragging him toward the road.
"No, cough... no, I'm done for. Save your strength, I know you can make... it..." Buddboy shivered all over... and then died.
"NOOO!", G4C wailed, dropping his limp body.
And then three more terrorists appeared, Ak's aimed. "Surrender!", they shouted.
G4C saw red. He charged, swords whirling. The terrorists blazed away, hitting him again and again.
Ignoring the wounds, G4C charged into them, slashing and cutting. A moment later he stood alone again amid a pile of bodies, mortally wounded. He sank slowly to the ground... dead.

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Made a few revisions. Most of you are in it now .
Lazarus

[This message has been edited by Lazarus (edited October 02, 2006).]

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...wow, i didn't mean for it to look so much like java code...

what a sweet way to die.
in a blaze of glory.

heck, that's even what my myspace survey says on how I want to die. thanks, Lazarus! you made my dream come true.

anyhow, I want to show you something, from another forum I was on. we must discuss, young padawan.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

[This message has been edited by ArchAngel (edited October 02, 2006).]

Good ending lazarus! Just wish I hadn't disappeared so early on. Couldn't you have at least killed me off? :-p

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Signature, Yes, signature. Ahh signature. Yep.

pulling his last bit of strength, he struggles on his knee...
"must.. end life in classic... Lorne Greene pose from Battlestar Galactica. Best ... death ... ever!"

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

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Originally posted by ArchAngel:
I'm such a bad@$$.
sweet.

what a sweet way to die.
in a blaze of glory.

heck, that's even what my myspace survey says on how I want to die. thanks, Lazarus! you made my dream come true.

anyhow, I want to show you something, from another forum I was on. we must discuss, young padawan.

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yes, master. *bows submissively*

But wait, aren't you dead?

Btw everyone... the story isn't over yet, fyi.

Man, I get a rush every time I read that last part.

Lazarus

[This message has been edited by Lazarus (edited October 02, 2006).]

Mack and Krylar disappeared on that day into Pakistan. Three months later they returned. The next morning, Osama Bin Laden's body was found on the steps of the embassy in the rebuilt D.C area(radiation doesn't last that long).
His lieutenants were also found lying dead beside the body.
Before leaving they had visited the field were the CCN team had died to bury their dead friends.
They found 95 terrorists dead in the grass as well, along with Jon's riddled body lying under Arch.*

And as the scene closed on this sad chapter of human history, let me remind you of a well known plot occurring in many TV series:
Something really terrible happens through the episode and at the end it is revealed to be one of the characters having a dream.

Chew on that for a while...

Lazarus

Eating tacos? That's awesome all right.

Lazarus

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How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Portia The Merchant of Venice

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How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Portia The Merchant of Venice

Now excuse me while I think up a cool way for Ereon to die

Lazarus

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How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Portia The Merchant of Venice

i had that idea for a game, too. was gonna post it. i think that would be awesome, i would love to help if it was to be done.

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How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Portia The Merchant of Venice

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Originally posted by buddboy:
Lol. ok.

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that's better.

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

quote:

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Originally posted by ArchAngel:

anyhow, I want to show you something, from another forum I was on. we must discuss, young padawan.

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Arch?

*falls back asleep*

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

I got it. You can email me at this address: XXXXXX@hotmail.com

The x's are so no one else will know what it is.

Lazarus

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"Patience, my good citizen, patience. It's bad enough to rob a man of his dream"
-Sydney Carton, Tale of Two Cities
Soterion Studios

Lazarus

p.s