Brock Breed with Kade Maguire and Aric Chase.
*Pacing
the garage and checking my watch. Fuckers are late again. Stowing my
weapons in the back of the SUV, I turn around to see both of them
rounding the corner into the garage.* About time dudes! I want the
back seat, so I don't have to watch either of you narrowly avoid
accidents. I don't give a shit who takes shotgun, so fight it out, but
make sure you got your weapons ladies! *smirking, I climb into the back
seat and get comfy*
Kade Maguire *Rolling
his eyes at the pot shot* Dude, shut your yap. You know damn well I'm
the best driver that ever existed. To date, I've only run down 5
elderly, dropped 45 trees, forged 12 new "trails," and redecorated 6
building fronts *He grinned and ducked the head smack from Brock's
direction as he quickly slid into the passenger seat* Ho, getting slow
old man *flipping his partner the bird for good measure before turning
back around in his seat* Come on, Champ, get those keys in the hole and
lets blow this popsicle stand.
Aric Chase *he
rolled his eyes and snorted before quickly pulling out of the garage.
Hitting the gate remote, the SUV skidded sideways onto the street before
taking off for downtown. He chuckled as he looked in the rear view to
catch Brock fondling the "Oh Shit" handle* Easy bro, it's not like I'm going to dump you on the corner or something. Take a damn chill pill! After all, you and Kade WERE the ones to give me my first driving lessons. What was I, 11 years old or so?
Brock Breed *grins*
Just practicing my grip. Besides, I was counting up all the points
that your dipshit uncle racked up with the elderly, trees, trails, and
building re-do's. He lost some points as some of them kept their shoes
on. *As we get into the fringes of downtown, all my systems suddenly go
into high alert.* Dude! Stop here - something tells me we need to
check out this alley, and quick.
Kade Maguire *Glancing
out the window with curiosity as the SUV rolled to a stop. The scene
before them didn't look too out of the ordinary for a dreary night in
this part of town but he also knew that Brock was rarely wrong about his intuitions* Here's hoping that
it's not another case of deja vu from your sex soliciting days, bro
*Shaking his head but keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings, he
pushed open the door and was damn near knocked flat on his ass by the
rancid stench that immediately overwhelmed his preternatural senses*
Holy FUCK *he gagged a few times* Something tells you to check this out?
SOMETHING? Could it be the soul damning aroma of angry cat piss and
zombie shit by any chance?! Christ, that's rank.
Aric Chase *he
snorted as he got out of the SUV, keeping a close eye on the shadows
that surrounded them as they proceeded down the alley. His Breed hearing
could pick up the rats running for cover when they got close. One
particularly stupid rat bolted in the wrong direction and ran right into Brock.
At his very unmanly squeal Kade let out a bark of laughter and smacked
him on the back* Former client of yours coming back for a refund?
Brock Breed Fuckers!
*growling at the two laughing breed beside him* Shut up so we can
check this out. And last I heard zombies don't shit. Gabby can tell
you that. She watches that zombie show every week and they don't shit.
Smells like Kade in the locker room to
me. Everyone weaponed up? *Keeping to the shadows and working my way
down the alley, I hear slurping noises. Rounding the dumpster, I see
what is happening, as the stench of the rogue's breath hits my nostrils*
Hey there, big guy - what's happening?
Kade Maguire *Cocking
his gun as the barrel came to rest solidly against the temple of the
late night diner* Looks to me like someone needed a midnight snack *He
took note of the tensing in the rogue's muscles before lifting a quick
glance to Brock and Aric* Ten bucks
says he's gonna run… *Before anyone was even able to answer the Rogue
let out a deranged scratch, dropped out from under the bullet and
launched himself at Aric in a full fledged fight to the death* Fuck! Why
do they always try to fight back? Just once it'd be nice if one would
run. I could use a little work on my long-range sighting.
Aric Chase *the
rogue hit him square in the chest, taking them both to the ground. He
gagged as the diseased Breed snarled in his face, dripping bloody drool
from his fangs* holy hell, some listerine wouldnt kill you, asswipe. But
ill be happy to.* He slid his blade
between two ribs of the rogue and flipped the already decomposing body
off him before gaining his feet with a grin* Thats one for me! *His
chuckle was cut short at the sound of shuffling further down the alley.*
Shit, looks like we interrupted a party, boys. Lets welcome them Order
style.
Brock Breed *turning
towards the sound of shuffling, I sight another rogue a little farther
down.* C'mon guys - let's put this fucktwit out of his misery.
*Running towards the rogue with guns drawn, I fire off a round of
titanium bullets at the poor excuse of a vampire.
As he collapses into a puddle, I look beyond him, to the shape of a
woman lying in the alley. She's obviously dead. But wait - there's
more. * Oh fuck me running sideways! They're back at it again - look
at this.
Kade Maguire *Glancing at the calling card Brock
held in his hand before swearing up a blue streak* Fuckin A, I thought
these guys tucked tail and ran since we busted up their operations
around here *He started to take note of a number of dead and drained
corpses surrounding the area and growled
when it became glaringly obvious that not only had they misjudged the
DOD, but apparently the scum suckers had come back on both sides of the
sanity line* They weren't rogues before, man. What do you think
happened?
Aric Chase Ssssshhhhhiiiiiiittttttt.
This is NOT good news.* He pulled out his cell, calling a contact at
the morgue * Yeah, hey man. Unfortunately we've stumbled across another
body. *he listened for a minute and looked at the sludge left behind by
the ashed rogues* Uh, no, no sign of any
suspects. Yeah, I know, don't touch anything and clear the area. 10-4
little buddy. My name better not show up anywhere, you know the drill.
*he listened again before answering* Yeah, I hear ya. Thanks man.
*dropping the phone into his pocket again, he looked at Kade and Brock*
Someone will be along in a few to take care of her *he nodded toward
the body* As for us, we need to go if we want this to remain as an
anonymous tip. *they quickly made their way back to the SUV and pulled
away. As they left the neighborhood the sound of sirens could be heard.
All the way back to the compound they discussed the ramifications of
what they had seen tonight and what it meant in the near future. He did
know one thing though, these so called Dealers of Death were seriously
pissing him off and he couldn't wait to shut them down, permanently.*
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