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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 10, 2009 15:59:42 GMT -5
The DJ, still in the Jeep, rolls by and runs Argo over.
"Holy shit! What was that? I knew I should have kept my eyes on the road!"
The DJ gets out and sees a zombie.
"I must have turned the poor dude into a zombie by running him over...I guess that's why my license was revoked when I was back in New York..."
The DJ takes out a syringe and revives Argo.
"There you go. Sorry about running you over with a 50 ton vehicle..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 14, 2009 0:48:53 GMT -5
Leon taps Axe on the shoulder, having watched the goings-on in his former haunt for a few minutes. He talks around and through the unlit cigarette that hangs from his lips. "Long time no see, old friend. You got all my lighters wet," he says in a sandpapered voice that manages to sound disappointed despite it's intrinsic growl, gesturing around at the zombies who were regrettably no longer hiding their variegated disfigurations behind suits of dancing yellow and red. "Got a match?"
He looks around, regarding Argo, his old friend the DJ, and the many pretty much unrecognizable cadavers meandering through the streets. After a long time wandering the streets himself, this place looked pretty homey. Or was it just the nostalgia playing with him? Leon reflected on the old friends he'd made here and wondered how many had gone on to better things and how many had had their better things eaten out of them. Harrison, Axe (well, he was here at least), Tovarisch, the Don, Melody, all his favorite jackasses. Who knew. Well, he'd ask around.
His gaze came back to Axe and he raised his eyebrows to reiterate his question. "Match? Pocket napalm, perhaps? Might improve the flavor. And where's the bartender? Gods, I need about a fifth of piss and vinegar."
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Post by Noah on Apr 14, 2009 17:15:27 GMT -5
Noah drops in on the couple. He has a sliht limp that hadn't been there before and he looks like he's been through hell and back. He looks at Axe and Leon.
"Who the hell are you guys?"
Pulling a zippo from his pocket he tosses it to Leon.
"Here's a light, but I'll need it back. Those things aren't cheap to come buy."
He pulls a needle from inside his pack and sneaks up behind Argo. He jabs it into his neck and pushes the plunger down. He drops the syringe and turns around. As he looks at the two, the identity of Axe dawns on him.
"You! Get the hell out of here!"
Noah pulls up his pants leg to show a large bandage around his leg.
"Your greedy PKers did this to me, now get the fuck out of here before I return the favor on you."
His pistol is pointed at Axe's chest. "Five seconds."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 14, 2009 18:05:31 GMT -5
Axe, still on his bike, was hiding in the shadows. He was watching the DJ when Leon and Noah appeared.
"Oh fuck."
Noah had the gun on him at point blank range.
"My cover's been blown..."
Axe revs the bike and knocks Noah over, zooming past the DJ and his Jeep troubles with Argo.
"You lived to see another day this time around! But I'll be back!"
The DJ looks up and spots Axe reving away. He then looks at the fuel gauge of the Jeep. There's still half a tank left.
"So, think we should go after him? I mean, there's still plenty of fuel and within this lot of supplies back here in this Jeep I took from Creedy, there's a vulcan somewhere..."
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Post by Noah on Apr 14, 2009 18:33:39 GMT -5
"Let the fucker get away. The dude wants to come back, we'll show him why no one screws with the Elbow Room."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 14, 2009 19:30:53 GMT -5
"Eh. Suit yourself."
The DJ takes the cover off his lot of supplies from Creedy and straps 2 shotguns to his back, with 2 pistols in his inside jacket pocket, 2 pistols at the hip, and one pistol in his back pocket. He begins to fill his pockets with as much ammo as he can carry. Then, he takes a few FAKs and straps them next to his shotguns. The DJ looks at the leftover supplies.
"Anyone wanna help me move the rest of this stuff to my hidden spot under the floorboards?"
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 14, 2009 21:02:33 GMT -5
There is a sound of a revving engine from the roof, and the freight elevator doors open with a triumphant Clatter. Sarpek is standing in the foreground, in front of stacks of MREs, ammo, 55 gallon drums of gas, and a crate of Flashbangs. He grins. "What now?!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 15, 2009 18:46:55 GMT -5
"Damn, Sarpek...You are a fiend! But, sadly...that's not good enough..."
The DJ takes two items out of his pocket. A radio, and a laser pointer. The DJ points the laser in the direction Axe Hack had went.
"External Mil, this is Spinbad. Target lazed."
"Copy that, Spinbad. Raptors away."
In a few minutes, the sound of a F-22 Raptor flies nearby, with the sounds of missiles launching. A few dozen blocks away, Axe Hack, on his bike, notices the Raptor.
"What the fu-"
A missile blows Axe Hack into smithereens. Back at the Elbow Room, a slight ball of fire can be seen a few dozen blocks away. The DJ grins.
"If you wanna know what the heck it was that I pointed this laser beam at, just take out your binocs and look for a flying license plate from a bike that was once Axe's."
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Post by Noah on Apr 15, 2009 18:56:53 GMT -5
"Wait, how the hell did you get an F-22 to do that?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 15, 2009 19:03:36 GMT -5
"It takes only two little items. A laser pointer, and a radio. First we laze the target, then we call in the airstrike. And finally, we just let the laser targeting missiles do all the work."
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 15, 2009 19:15:14 GMT -5
"Waaaait... They have a huge military force, and they don't kill the zombies? What is this world coming to!" Sarpek glares, pacing back and forth. "I wish I still had my junk plane... Or my Hind..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 15, 2009 19:28:36 GMT -5
"What did you expect? This is just gonna become another one of those government conspiracies. Just like Area 51 in the US."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 16, 2009 14:20:51 GMT -5
Leon lights his smoke and takes a drag, wincing at the stale taste. Soylent Green is made from people. Maybe it should be. Might taste better. He tosses the lighter back back over his shoulder to Noah with a "Thanks." as he turns toward the...there's an elevator in here? A freight elevator? What the hell kind of bar did this turn into after I left-
"Well I'll be a holy hand grenade. Sarpek you're still around? Figured you'd have blown yourself to the nine corners of the earth by now. And please don't be the third to put a syringe into Argo, he'll be feeling Axe's and Noah's for days, I bet."
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Post by Noah on Apr 16, 2009 14:49:35 GMT -5
Noah pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pack and tosses them to Leon.
"Those things reek more than a month old corpse. Here's a fresh pack, hope they're your brand."
Noah goes into the bar and tosses his pack into a booth. He lays down in the opposite seat and closes his eyes.
"The other packs all yours, folks. I'm gonna catch some shut eye."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 16, 2009 19:59:23 GMT -5
The DJ takes his supplies inside and places them under his floorboard.
"By the way, that government conspiracies stuff..."
The DJ tosses Leon a tater book titled, Government Scandals, Volume 2009.
"According to the lousy government, we're just expendable citizens. No body knows about us except for the government, External Mil, any citizens outside those quarantined walls who know people in this damn city, and possibly the United Nations."
The DJ wedges a block on the Jeep's accelerator and switches the Jeep into gear. The Jeep goes about 5 blocks before running off the road and into a tree.
"Yep. Sad lives we lead in this city."
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