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Post by boomerangele on Apr 23, 2010 10:36:16 GMT -7
Boomer quickly crawled backwards into the room before she was struck by a bullet. She was too exposed there on the door atop the men. There was no point making oneself a target. Once she was safely back from the door, Koz broke into action. Deftly he shouldered the automatic weapon and snatched an additional pistol from the men. He stood in the doorframe, just out of bullet’s reach, and motioned for silence. Patiently he waited and then he was gone.
Boomer dared not follow him. He would have beckoned her had that been his plan. So she stayed where Koz had been, in the doorframe, listening to the grunts of the men still trapped under the door. One or two of them had stopped moving. Muffled grunts and twitching came from others. She was tempted to shoot them, and certainly would if any of the escaped. Their lives were meaningless.
The gunfire from the automatic weapon startled her in its intensity. It was returned by shouting and more gunfire. Boomer slid back from the line of fire. When the shooting stopped, Boomer heard the anger in Koz’s booming voice as he snarled, “Damn it! Where is he?!” She popped out from the door and into the hallway to join him and watched as he dispatched the mortal. “C’mon mum, let’s go home,” he said, a slight vexation still tingeing his voice.
“Let’s go out towards the warehouse and loading docks,” Boomer suggested. “I think that's where pers might be. I doubt they’ll think of us being in there with the delivery vans and supplies. If nothing else, there should be some good places to hide in case we come under fire again.”
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Koz
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Post by Koz on May 2, 2010 15:36:23 GMT -7
Koz listened quietly to Boomer, nodding in agreement with her. He rummaged through the guns that were strewn across the floor. Eventually finding another weapon with more ammunition than his currently had he swapped them out. He also found a pack of cigarettes on one of the guards, and apparently since he had his old self back again his next illness would be a harsh nicotine fit. Quickly lighting one of the cigarettes he stuffed the pack in his pocket before moving back to Boomer. Letting an arm drape over her shoulders he embraced her again. Not only was he relieved to see her now that they had a few more moments of peace, but he also needed a leaning post to get his legs back for a moment.
“Well as far as I can tell, this is headquarters. Which means there are a lot more of those guys” he pointed as he spoke, “with even bigger guns waiting around every corner. Places like this exist to serve as a fortress. As far as we know every level of this place could be locked down by now, so we’ll probably have to make use of the ventilation system. Unless of course we find a secret passage, but who knows where that could lead. Even then would it lead us out or further in, then who else….” Koz’s voice started to lose volume as he rambled on and on.
As he finished what was left of his cigarette he flicked it down the hallway, not hesitating to light another. Moving away from Boomer again he went to one of the men, removing the corpse’s helmet, vest, undershirt, and boots. Pulling the shirt over his head he strapped on the combat boots before turning back to his sire. Holding out the vest and helmet he tried to keep a straight face as he offered them to Boomer.
“I need to find Rez. Wherever Persephone is I’m sure she’s fine. If he gets away this could happen again. You coming along?” he asked, holding the items in his hands out even further to Boomer.
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Post by boomerangele on May 8, 2010 11:09:23 GMT -7
All Boomer could do is shake her head and chuckle to herself when Koz rummaged the pile of corpses for a cigarette and a fresh round of ammunition. But it was then she knew he was on the road to recovery. He had done the same thing each time he came out of torpor – lean against a wall and light up. Cigarettes were never her vice but even in an undead state the allure of nicotine beckoned to many. His embrace comforted her. They may be in the middle of hell but at least they were not alone.
Koz spoke knowingly, “Well as far as I can tell, this is headquarters, which means there are a lot more of those guys with even bigger guns waiting around every corner. Places like this exist to serve as a fortress. As far as we know every level of this place could be locked down by now, so we’ll probably have to make use of the ventilation system. ..” Crawling around a ventilation system? It sounded rather nasty, but then, Boomer wasn’t about to be riddled with bullets. It took too long to heal from such wounds and they often left nasty round scars if the bullets were tinged with holy water or garlic spray. Another cigarette and Koz was back to rummaging dead bodies. She thought perhaps he needed more cigarettes. But no, he was undressing the corpses and redressing himself in their clothes. “I need to find Rez. Wherever Persephone is I’m sure she’s fine. If he gets away this could happen again.” He thrust the helmet and vest at her,” You coming along?”
There was no way she would put on more than a bulletproof vest. Vanity dictated that the rest of the gear was simply not in fashion. Besides, what would a helmet do for her in a ventilation shaft? A look of droll disbelief filled her eyes as she grabbed the vest and strapped it on. It was tight over her breasts and big in the shoulders. She felt like a football player.
The helmet she took next and tossed it back onto the pile with disdain. “Let’s go,” she said. “You can tell me who Rez is later.” She looked up to try to locate the grill that would lead them to the air ducts.
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