Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 6, 2009 6:10:59 GMT -5
"Hey-oooooooooooh!" Leon hollered as he did a jig and stepped to the outside, dodging a nice right cross that might have really rung his bell. It was slow but nicely executed and Leon smiled appreciatively as he kicked the man's right foot out from under him. Following up with a left hook to the temple, he was giggling like a sneaky schoolboy and cracking jokes with his dolls before the last man in black hit the ground beside his heap of fallen comrades.
"Making his way to the third floor, he poked is head in the room where Giddien was and watched the action. He stepped in, grinning, and waved at Giddien. "No, no, just me. I swiped a bunch of their gear but it's yer oooold buddy Leon. Now if you wanna finish our business from the night we met, that's one thing," Leon said matter-of-factly, a cheerful grin on his face as he produced a tuft of paper and lit it on fire. "But I was thinking we should all just sit back, chillax, and enjoy a nice friendly barbecue!"
Leon put a foot on the shoulder of the first man Giddien had felled. He was rising. The man was all loved-up from the abuse of lead slamming into his body armor, concussive damage had beaten his organs about. He kicked the man over onto his back, the bloody face looking exhausted and pained. Leon held the ball of flame on the edge of a knife now and whispered loudly "Hey watch this. A friend of mine told me you have to question people before you kill them." To the soldier, he said "This is a glob of jellied gasoline in some saran wrap and toilet paper. Bit of magnesium in there, too, I think, but I wouldn't swear to it. Once it starts burning, the fire eats through the plastic and releases the icky. Also, once it starts burning, pretty much anything can tear the plastic. So if you drop it on something, splat! Sticky fire! I love the stuff. So- on to the questioning!"
Leon paused a few moments, deciding where to start. Finally it came to him. "Where IS Waldo???," he asked. Then he turned the knife blade over and the man was suddenly very energetic as flames spread across him. The improvised mini-molotov was burning right through his clothes, flak jacket, and through HIM! He rolled around. It didn't help. He only spread the flames. In a few moments, he was a torch, screaming and running around until he went right through the window.
Leon watched all this with horror. Just as the man went through the plate-glass, he shouted, "No, wait! I mean what's the meaning of life!!"
Screams. A crash when he landed on a car. More screams. It hadn't killed him. But they were already weaker. A few more moments and there was nothing.
"Jesus Christ. Now I'll never find Waldo."
"Making his way to the third floor, he poked is head in the room where Giddien was and watched the action. He stepped in, grinning, and waved at Giddien. "No, no, just me. I swiped a bunch of their gear but it's yer oooold buddy Leon. Now if you wanna finish our business from the night we met, that's one thing," Leon said matter-of-factly, a cheerful grin on his face as he produced a tuft of paper and lit it on fire. "But I was thinking we should all just sit back, chillax, and enjoy a nice friendly barbecue!"
Leon put a foot on the shoulder of the first man Giddien had felled. He was rising. The man was all loved-up from the abuse of lead slamming into his body armor, concussive damage had beaten his organs about. He kicked the man over onto his back, the bloody face looking exhausted and pained. Leon held the ball of flame on the edge of a knife now and whispered loudly "Hey watch this. A friend of mine told me you have to question people before you kill them." To the soldier, he said "This is a glob of jellied gasoline in some saran wrap and toilet paper. Bit of magnesium in there, too, I think, but I wouldn't swear to it. Once it starts burning, the fire eats through the plastic and releases the icky. Also, once it starts burning, pretty much anything can tear the plastic. So if you drop it on something, splat! Sticky fire! I love the stuff. So- on to the questioning!"
Leon paused a few moments, deciding where to start. Finally it came to him. "Where IS Waldo???," he asked. Then he turned the knife blade over and the man was suddenly very energetic as flames spread across him. The improvised mini-molotov was burning right through his clothes, flak jacket, and through HIM! He rolled around. It didn't help. He only spread the flames. In a few moments, he was a torch, screaming and running around until he went right through the window.
Leon watched all this with horror. Just as the man went through the plate-glass, he shouted, "No, wait! I mean what's the meaning of life!!"
Screams. A crash when he landed on a car. More screams. It hadn't killed him. But they were already weaker. A few more moments and there was nothing.
"Jesus Christ. Now I'll never find Waldo."
