Raining Bullets

Hardass felt his heart leap as he heard the news. It was like a dream come true. The dark clouds had been over his shift the entire time, but now... now there was a shimmer of light. The hummer was spotted at some nightclub.
He told every police officer available to get their asses over there. Hardass made it clear that stealth was going to be there weapons. Stealth and intelligence. Forte might be able to take down some bumbling mobsters, but the police, and the S.W.A.T. team?
Oh yeah, he had called the S.W.A.T. He was taking no chances here. Each time he had been getting closer and closer. This time, there would be no near miss, there would be no almost.
Forte would either be dead or behind bars. This he promised.
When he got there, the place was surrounded. It didn't look like it though. Most of the cops covering all the exits and entrances were in street clothes, and looked like either potential customers or just guys hanging out. A few cop cars were parked on the sides, and even more out of sight.
He could see people beginning to set things up on the roof's of adjacent buildings. Sniper rifles, just in case they managed to somehow lose the perp.
(hee hee)
He parked his car close to the hummer, walking up to it. With a glint of his eyes, he gouged two of the tires. There, no easy exits, no way to just walk out of this one.
Sorry Forte, do not pass go, and do not collest two hundred dollars.
He flashed his badge, letting himself into the club. He could see a few guys in there was well, sitting down in various places. He only recognized them since he had spent most of the night with them. None of them had a name to him, but a cop can easily spot another cop. It was almost like a sixth sense.
Sitting down at a table, he glanced across the room, seeing if he could spot Forte. No one yet. It didn't matter he could wait.
Hell, he had waited this long.. a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anything.
Ordering a scotch on the rocks his eyes continued to look for his victum, his prey.
Soon...
 
AHHH!

ooc: You can arrest me after I kill Granddioso, poohlive. If I get arrested now, then its all over. So I'm glad that your at some nightclub, and I'm at the Winchester strip-club grand opening.

ic: I looked at her, and said, "sure, lets explore a bit". Not taking my eyes off of her, we strolled by one of many vacant dressing rooms. We both entered, and I changed the vacant sign to occupied. Seeing that we were alone I kissed her. Then after regaining some reason, I pulled my lips off of hers.
 
Vixen

She walked into the room, getting ready to tell Forte what she seen, but he kissed her again. Pulling her close to his body, she pushed him away breaking the kiss.
"Later! We have to concentrate right now." She panted for air giving him a dirty look for teasing her at the wrong time. Why is it guys always tease you at those times you just cant do anything about it? Sighing she shook her head,
"Alright, now Before you get all cozy again, and stop teasing me! We have a job to do here, And it isnt fucking. Now. There are cops out there. I can sense this. I seen a few guys enter that just well.. smell like cops to me. And dont you dare laugh. With my experience on this, you dont want to laugh. Worked for the FBI, CIA, a Navy Seal, and a few more I wont get into. But we are being watched. Though they dont know who we are I'm guessin. If they did, we would be arrested by now. So what are we going to do?"
She turned around to face him, his eyes quickly coming up to meet hers. "You.... are a bad influence on me. Now stop looking at me like I'm dinner, and help me think here."
 
My other plan

She was right. I had to concentrate, and not on sex. Then a plan came to mind. Loading up my guns, I said, "plan all you want. All I know is that Grandiosso is going to die tonight, and theres nothing he can do about it". I opened up the door, and walked up the stairs. I then called, "come on, I said i needed someone to watch my back, not to stay behind my back".
 
Jimmy-What A Night.

Silence prevailed in the van. That was because when she'd turned to rebuke his last statement, he'd sent the heel of his right boot into her jaw. He'd managed to find the cuff keys, and had dragged her into the back, tying her up and undressing her.

He smiled, did a little light fondling, and pumped her full of enought tranquilizers to give her a good long night of sleep. After hiding his van, he did a little snooping. The cops were at a nightclub. He shoke his head, and sneaked into the crime scene of the Chinese Restaurant. He found two things: One, there was no way he could find out anything, and two, the smell of Chinese food still made him sick.

He climbed back in his van, and opened he kept in the glove compartment, throwing the girls gun in.He sighed, wondering what to do now....He sat back, and grabbed the cell out of the glove compartment before closing it. Forte had his card. He'd just wait.

OOC: I have no patience. So sue me.
 
Vixen

She watched him walk off. "Whatta bossy shit!" She pulled out her gun and followed behind him. She had a mind to shoot him and walk away from this whole confusing mess. She followed him up the stairs, watching for anyone armed. All she could think was two against how many? Not a wise move, not wise at all. She stopped at the top of the stairs, waving him to her.
"Don't you have anyone else to help out here? Ive counted 15 goons on the bottom floor alone... We're out number way too many to two to make it outta here in one piece. And frankly I dont think you want to be a pincushion pushin up daisies. So?"
 
Grandiosso's office

"Like I said Vixen... watch my back". It wasn't scared, and I wasn't stupid. I knew what the odds were, and I was here to even them out. I talked to one of the goons, "do you know where Granddioso is?". He replied, "first door, up ahead". I looked in front of me, and I saw the door he spoke of. Vixen, and I came closer, and closer.
BAM! A steel door closed behind us. It was either security, or a trap. I then opened up the door, and inside was a pink room. Then just ahead of me was assistant#1. She smiled, and said, "you wanna see Grandiosso? You'll have ta give up your guns then. Then again, you can try, and get through me, and my boy toys". She had about ten guys surrounding her, and she also had two desert eagles on her. I took out my colts, and then I was dodging bullets like raindrops.
 
Vixen

She followed him into a hallway and was instantly shut in. "Oh Fuck.." He moved forward, the door he headed towards opening. Stepping into the room, I couldn't see much about his body. Leaning to the side to take all this in, I whistled low. "Oh boy." Now, she was damned good with her gun, even better with her rifle.. but a room full of over steriod poppin' thugs? This was a little much. Listening to the scantly clad female talk to Forte, I just new I was in a heap load of shit, led there by yours truly. Hand over my gun? This bitch was high or something, I was not giving that twit my gun. Hell she'd be lucky if I didn't just give her the bullet that went into my gun.
I felt him tense before me, my sight blocked. A little annoyed I moved quickly, jumping behind a very large oak table. Forte landing halfway on me.
"Get off! And thanks a bunch... If we make it outta here alive, remind me to shoot you!"
Searching my pockets I found four clips, with the one in my gun that made 5. Hope to god I make it outta here..
I moved around the side of the table and laid down on the floor. Their bullets hitting into everything around me. "This is NOT Good!" I looked under the edge of the table, pointing. I started taking out knee caps. Three guys dropped to the floor screaming out in pain and clutching their legs. Quickly I rolled and moved behind a large screen seperation. Inhailing quickly, my hand steady, my sight clear. And my temper rising. Watch his back huh? Who was watching her's?
And just why was she even in this mess? Oh. now she recalled! She asked for it! Stupid females. Even she was one apparently. She jumped out from behind the seperation, hearing bullets clink behind her as she moved. Quickly jumping into a closet, I pointed and fired. Clip change. Firing again and again. Until there was no sound in the room. She heard Forte popping off a few and screams from them. She peeked out from the closet. Forte stood alone, facing the twit on the bed.
Walking out, I pointed my weapon at her and walked forward. Stopping to kick all I came across. One groaned out when my foot connected. Kicking him solidly in the jaw I moved forward to stand to the side of this big breasted Assistant.
 
Assistant#1

BAM! BAM! BAM! Was the sounds I heard. Flipping sideways, I landed on Vixen by mistake. I then quickly got up, and strafed left, while shooting, and lept. Time seemed to slow down again, and I made my move. Bullets whizzed past me as I fired several shots. I killed three guys, while I was still in the air. Then I landed shoulder first. It didn't seem to alter my aim, since I killed one more guy when I landed. Then one guy came from behind my, and I back-kicked him into the wall. Thats when I put back my colts, and took out the pump-action benelli, with the full 12 shots. I spun around, and blasted the guy I had jsut kicked. To my right, I guy was wounded, and shooting my with his Ingram. BOOM! My shotgun sent him flying against a wall.
There was only her left. The deadly assistant with the dual desert eagles. She was a hard target. I saw her quickly sideflip off her bed, and blasting her guns like their was no tomorrow. She was good, but I was better. I gave Vixen a signal to shoot together.
 
Vixen

Catching his signal and nodding once. I fired as soon as the stupid twit stopped flipping around in the air. "Bullseye!" Right between the eyes, the nine made contact. Forte's shot sent her flying backwards through a window and to the street below. Walking over I looked out the window, "Good riddance to a waste of flesh.. and her tits were fake anyways.. Now where?" She turned back to Forte, waiting for instructions.
 
1 down 2 to go

I looked near the bed, and the next door was right next to it. We both walked toward it, and hoped for the best. I looked toward Vixen, and said, "Ready for Assistant#2?". We both nodded, and kicked the door in. Sure enough, their she was. It was a red room, and she was wearing red. She looked mean, and beautiful. She looked even meaner with that half-sawed she had. She also had more men around her than Assistant#1. I pumped my shotgun, and got ready for battle.
 
Ooc: Yep, just any old night club with a hummer parked outside and the sound of a war going on upstairs.

Hardass' first instict was to get down on the floor. He quickly unholstered his gun, and looked around. The bullets weren't coming from in the large room though. They seemed to be coming from upstairs. He growled, Forte.
Damn him.
As quickly as they could the police rounded up the people and let them get as far away as possible. Then, the entire building was surrounded. There, no one got out of without handcuffs or in a black bag. He ran up the stairs, a few other cops following him, their guns unholstered as well. From what it looks like, they were horrible outgunned.
Hardass had years of training, and knew just what to do. Wait for backup, and the S.W.A.T. to arrive. There was no time though.
Ahead of them, was a steel door that had fallen down. It didn't look like it was going to move.
"Open up! This is the police!" Hardass yelled as hard as he could. To his amazement the door didn't budge? Time to get serious.
"Guys, get that desk over there. We're getting in one way or another."
After a few good smashes, the desk was wittled down to kindling, and only a few dents were shown in the door. Hardass cursed.
Then, he smacked his head, not sure why he didn't think of it before. The wall. The door might be steel, but he doubted if the wall was made of nothing more than just drywall.
A clever hit with a chair proved true. In a couple of minutes a good sized hole was being made into the wall.
Slowly but surely Hardass was going to get his man.
 
Vixen

I nodded, I was ready. Walking through the sea of bodies I spotted an automatic machine gun. Nice, just what I needed. picking up a fallen clip and stuffed it in. He kicked down the door and there stood another twit. This one in red and looking cheaper than the last one. Beauty with a gun, how sweet. Bet she won a few prom queen titles. Forte jumped in, rolling as he went firing into the mob. I stood legs braced and let bullets fly, mowing down the first layer of pumped-up-no-dick-gun-packin goons. I quickly stepped to the side and let the return fire spray on by. Stepping back into the door way I lept behind another desk, and squatted down. Thinking, thinking.. uh oh.. this is just not my night. A goon stood over her with a gun pointing in her face.
"Stand up, drop the gun bitch!" His voice was hard and cruel sounding.
Bitch? Did he just call her a bitch? Oh hell no! I quickly made a move as if to stand up, tossing the machine gun away from them both. Whipping out my 9, I quickly shot his little dick off. He fell to the floor screaming out a few choice phrases. A nice boot to the face shut him up real fast. I turned just as the cunt in red fired her gun. I jumped to the side but not quick enough. A hot searing pain shot up my left arm. Looking down at the torn flesh I realized something.. I just got a new scar. Growling out, I stood facing her. She had this sick little smile on her face, and was still pointing the gun at me. "well.. Thats going to cost ya lady.. Drop the gun and I'll be nice about it..." Forte had finished off all the rest of the nimrod's in the room. Leaving just one pussy to wax.
 
Assistant#2, and 3

I rolled in, and blasted away foes with my shotgun. Then from the far right, a man shot a me with his magazine. It was like a machine gun, but bigger. It riddled the walls with bullets. I quickly ran up the walls, leaving a trail of bullets behind my feet. Then doing a backflip, I shot the man from upside down in the air. Landed on my feet again, I spun around, and shot down more people. There was only the lady in red.
She fired her half-sawed which spreaded, and hit a large area of the wall behind me. She was better than the last one. I was one inch away from dying back there. Getting onto my feet again, I ran left, and quickly fell back. Time slowed down, as her spread of bullets came close to hitting my rib cage. I saw one bullet a few centimetres away from my nose. She had used up her two shots, and it as my turn. Before I hit the floor, I fired my shotgun, it hit her, but it didn't kill her. When I did hit the floor, I shot her again. She flew towards the wall, and made a huge CRASH sound as her lifeless body hit a wall, then a floor. She was officially dead. Vixen, and I went towards the next door, and I said, "one more to go. I'll let you have the next one Vixen." I turned the knob, and entered a a black room. It was Assitant#3 giving a blowjob to Grandiosso on her bed. It was time for both of them to die. I turned my head to Vixen, and said, "you get the assistant, and I'll kill Grandiosso". Then something that I didn't expect happen.
Grandiosso seeing me only said one word, "oh fuck! Its you! I thought you were dead". Grandiosso pressed a button, and Assistant#3 rolled of the bed. Suddenly huge glass case, (most likely bullet proof), surrounded the bed. Then from under the sheets, I gun turret came out. The huge barrel of the turret came thorugh the thin horizontal opening of the glass. The assistant's was also full of surprises. Her whole left arm was made from some sort of metal. I could tell that it was a huge gun, but I didn't know what kind. I then noticed her glowing red eyes, and thats when I realized that she was a robot, or something. I could only say one word, "Jumpin shit frogs!". Me, and Vixen rolled out of the way.

ooc: hope that isn't too much.
 
Vixen

She rolled, aimed carefully and fired. As if in slow motion she watched the bullet fly through the air, up the barrel of Assistant #3's gun/arm. Watching as the bullet hit its mark and exploded her gun up into her face. Brains went every where.
"bye bye fake bitch.."
Seeing Grandiosso jump to the side as his andriod bitch shorted out and fell over.
"Gett'em forte! Before he gets away!"
 
Wow...a thread that understands

Hi. 29 m in NYC. I am engaged...love my fiance...she is my best firend...but very unsatisfied sexually...I have many fantasies...but to be honest my fantasy is finding another woman - who is in the same boat as me...who would be interested in talking and sharing...about these sexual frustrations...and sharing fantasies

I know a bit too emotional for the thread - sorry to bring everyone down..my bad....if you feel like chatting...let me know. Thanks.
 
Grenade Tactics

That piece of glass wouldn't save him now. He fired his gun like a wild man. There was only one thing to do. I took out a grenade, and lept to my left. Time seemed to slowdown as I raised my throwing arm. Then a threw it through the gap in the glass. I closed my eyes for the next few seconds. The next few seconds was music to my ears.
A loud explosion filled the hall. Gandiosso's scream echoed in my ears. I opened up my eyes, and saw the scorched remains of Grandiosso. For the first time in my life, I felt at piece. The anger in me went away. I was happy. Until the Assistant started to move again of course. Other than that, it was over. The war was over... or so I thought.

ooc: time for me to get arrested, and Mistress Jorja to jump in. So come on in, and cuff me poohlive. Mistress Jorja, I think you know what to do next.
 
Vixen

She heard the cops yell out.
"Shit! Forte! get up, we gotta get outta here!" Standing back up from my crouched possition, I ran out into the hallway. Cops were coming. I could hear them, pounding through door after door.
Turning around, Forte laid there.
"Forte? Dammit Get up, I am getting the fuck out of here right now!" Turning I glanced around. There wasn't any place to go but up or down. Then I saw it, the Luandry shoot looking thing. Perhaps it was garbage? Only one way to find out. Placing my 9 n the back of my jeans I turned to Forte.
"Follow me!" Whispering this time. I opened the hatch, and I could smell the stench. "Gawd I hate Garbage.."
Feet in first I went down the chute. sliding for I dont know how long Until I was dumped into the garbage bin outside. I quicky dove in and covered up. Moving to the side I waited for Forte to descend behind me. I would wait this whole mess out, and leave once the coast was clear. She could hear someone running around the side of the building, shouting orders. The cops were very very close. She scooted down further into the muck and grime of the bin. She had to swallow a few breaths pretty damned deeply to keep from throwing up. Better sick than dead or arrested.. 'Come on Forte.. Where are you?"
 
"You have the right to remain silent," the words like honey on his tongue, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."
The rest went by easily enough. He had cuffed the ever legendary Forte Fodder, menace to society. Him, Hardass, oh man, was he goiing to get an accomidation for this.
It was as if his whole life had been trailing up to this moment.
"The girl, Shirley Woolright is still on the loose, you want to run an A.P.B.?"
Hardass shook his head, lurching Forte up to his feet, "No, probably a false name anyway. It doesn't matter though, accomplish or not, we've got the only man that matters."
Outside cops swarmed in and out, the S.W.A.T. was just readying themselves and now saw it was all for not.
"Sorry boys, already got out man."
"Forte? Oh, Awesome sir. Surely, that was some great policework."
He nodded, yes indeed it was.
"It seems we are both celebrities. You for a murderous rampage, and me for capturing you."
Hauling Forte up forcefully to his car, he let the man hit his hood hard. No bother for mercy, the shit didn't let him sleep a wink in over two days. The little shit deserved it.
PAtting the man down, he took into evidence the weapons he found. Two colts, a shot gun, a grenade, some ammo, and a few other interesting items.
A condom?
"You might be needing this after all. The way I here it, people are already pimping your ass out in the cellblocks."
He tucked it back into the man's pocket. Without remorse, he shoved him into the back of a squad car.
"Anything you wanna say Forte? Any remorse at all? You were almost a cop, but you turned it all away, for a grudge? Was it worth it? Did killing all those people avenge your father?"
His eyes were untaunting and hateful. If it weren't for the badge, he probably would have killed him right there.
 
Happy day

I felt no more pain. I couldn't even hear the loud sirens, and the yelling of cops. Tonight, I had avenged not just my father, but several other victims as well. I didn't know who they were, but I could feel their smiles shining down on me from the heavens. Especially my fathers. They say that revenge dosn't solve anything, but I proved that wrong. The next thing I heard was a cop asking me if I had anything to say. I simply replied, "your doing the right thing officer. Keep it up". He seemed confused by my reply.

ooc: Where is Mistress Jorja?
 
"Well... uhhh, all right then. Take him downtown," he patted the roof of the car as it sped back to the station. He made another car follow just in case. That man was a menace, Hardass didn't trust him one bit until he was finally behind bars.
As for himself, he had a long vacation with a cheap whore and an even cheaper motel room. He needed to get laid and then some rest.
Yawning, he walked back over to his car and sped off to Carla, someone he had known before. They were almost considered friends, if it weren't for their special kind of relationship.


Ooc: Don't worry, she's having a bit of complications. She should be here by late tonight or tomorrow.
 
Vixen

Having no idea how long I sat in the stinky disgusting garbage bin, I was ready to shoot someone. Finally hearing the cops leave, I crawled out from under the muck. Arm was throbbing painfully, and needed to be cleaned up ASAP. Forte hadn't come behind her, meant one thing when the cops left. He was caught.
Peeking around, no one in sight, I manage to get out without killing myself.

Standing around she glanced one way and then the other. No one in sight, I am finally alone. Walking quickly up the other way in the alley, keeping my eyes watchful. Made it! Out on the main street, the club now in the background, I glance around. Where to now? And she needed to find a new rental, change clothes, and get bail for Forte. Now why was she bailing out his ass? She didn't even know the guy? Shrugging she started walking towards her Hotel. A cab would come by sooner or later.. Hopefully.
 
Jimmy

He was sitting cross-legged in the back of his van. His thermals and earphones were on again as he waved smelling salts under the woman's nose.

He really didn't have time for this. Forte was captured, and he was out of a job. Not to mention the only people who had protected him had been blown up. It was by him, true. But what the hell. The higher ups would want his head now. Forte's too, probably. And he was dealing with this shit. He saw he start coming around.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, wake-up call!"
 
Forte behind bars

I looked out through the prison bars, and sighed. It was a happy sigh that the other prisoners couldn't understand. A big man rasied an eyebrow, and asked, "what are you grinnin about. You know somethin we don't". I turned slightly, and replied calmly, "I know lots of things that you don't know". He laughed, and said, "oh yeah, if you know so much? do you know how you got busted?". He smiled wryly, and I replied, "I got arrested for... mass murder. I killed a whole bunch of people, and thats how I got arrested". There was silence for a moment, and then everyone in the jail cell laughed, and wept. They seemed to have taken it to humor. The big guy talked again, "you a funny man mister. You talk like your names Forte, or somethin. That guy was all over the news tonight". They continued giggling, and muffling their own laughs. I slowed turned around, and said, "my name IS Forte". They all seemed to back off, and huddled together at the back off to the back of the cell.
 
Vixen

I kept walking along, minding my business when some guy jumped out at me. Jumping back into a parked vehicle i gasped for air.
"What the?!" He raised his coat flap, pointing to his gun.
"Come long quietly, or you'll end up bloody.." She glared at the big thug.
"Why?"
"Dont act cute, you aren't two. Come along NOW, or I'll have to force ya... Boss wants ya for something."
"Sorry, I can't I got a hair appointment, and I date tonight."
She stepped forward and kicked him in the balls with one movement. Down he went. His face was red with anger and a slight pain. But he stood back up!? She missed her target and hit his thigh instead.
"Fuck!" He grabbed her and slammed her into the vehicle behind her. She bounced off and to the sidewalk. People began to stop and stare at them both.
"Someone call the Police!"
He grabbed her off of the sidewalk and got in her face, "I'm not done with you yet.. Better watch your back, i'll be comin little lady." This said he dropped her to the concrete sidewalk and walked away. She was on all fours on the sidewalk, trying to get her breath back. Her head pounded now, thanks to the big thug.
 
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