Raining Bullets

Vixen

She rolled her eyes, Macho men were one thing, but death wishes are another.
"Fine, I'll go along for shits and giggles. As long as you are aware that no place you know of is safe. Hell I haven't killed enough people this week. Now as for hiring me, How ya plan on paying me Forte?" She glanced at Jimmy, "Can I bum one of those from ya?" She motioned to his cigarettes. She turned to eye the crate, searching wouldn't be too hard.

"I'm with Jimmy, food sounds good and a hot shower. I need to call Tiny and get some new id and some cash. So where ever we are heading I need a place we will be tonight to deliver these things to me..Or a location secure enough to meet him."

She climbed up in the passenger seat and faced backwards looking at Forte's pile of 'tinker toys', guns were her best friend too.
 
Back-door

I took a few clips from the crate, and put them in my coat. "Heres what we do. We go in, find out as much as possible, and if we meet resistance, we blast'em. Easy as pie". We were close to my house. About ten more minutes, and then we would be there. Thats when I asked the question, "hey guys, when you shoot. Do you get the feeling of... time slowing down?" They looked confused so i quickly changed the subject, "anyways, we're close to my house. Lets park somewhere, and walk the rest of the way. Can't risk parking this thing right in front of the garage. Once we get what we came for, we can find a place to rest, and shower, and eat, and... all that other stuff".
 
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Vixen

"Time slowing?" She gave him a strange look, but she had a feeling she knew what he meant by it.
"Alright your place then food." She reached down grabbing her bag and pulling out three clips.
"I'm ready when ever you are."
 
Jimmy

He pulled his pack of cigarettes out again, and held it out to the woman, giving her a lookover for a minute. He gave a small frown, and looked at Forte. "Some date, Forte, she make you pay for everything?"

He grinned, and looked over at her. "Don't look at me for money. I only pay for three things. And you're not food, one of my bills, or my taxes."

He pulled the car to a stop, and glared at Forte. He got out, and closed the door, going arounbd to the back and opening the twin doors. "C'mon. Let's go shoot shit up so you two can go do your 'other stuff'."

He grabbed his shotgun, and looked to Forte, the leader. Good lord, they were gonna die....
 
Vixen

She gave Jimmy the once over and laughed.
"Why not make him pay for everything? Not much else a man is good for now is there?" She hopped out of the van, making sure all her clips were loaded. Glancing around the neighborhood, she knew it wouldn't look so pretty once they were done.
"Which house Forte?" He gave her a description and she walked to the back of the van where they were lurking.
She heard the last part of Jimmy's words and asked "What other stuff?" Eyeing the two of them she had a feeling something was up and they weren't sharing it with her.
 
Jimmy

He looked at her a moment, then rolled his eyes for a moment before looking her in the eyes and putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Okay, remember when he said 'Once we get what we came for, we can find a place to rest, and shower, and eat, and... all that other stuff'? Judging by the way he was looking at you, he obviously plans romancing you into getting drunk enough so he can get in your pants."

He took away his hand, turned around, and walked around his van as he loaded his shotgun, leaving the two lovebirds alone.
 
Vixen

She laughed outright. That was funny.
"I can hold alot of alcohol before I fall over, and no one gets into my pants without an invitation." She laughed, shaking her head. Grabbing the clip she seen full of shells she wanted, she stepped up onto the sidewalk.
"Let's go Forte. And if what he said was true, change your mind real fast." She cocked her gun as she spoke, and started walking up the side walk. She placed her gun within easy reach in her waistband.
Too funny, a male thinking he could get into her pants within hours of knowing her? She thought back to the club, and shook her head. She wasn't that easy.
 
My home, the target

"I don't need to get you drunk to do that Vixen", I gave her a wink, and lept out of the car. I then pointed toward my house, and we slowly walked toward it. Just as I thought, I was covered with police tape, and the cops were gone. I then lead my small, 'A-team ', through the side of the house, and into my backyard. The back door was closed, but I had the key. I opened the door, and strolled in. The house was empty, and quiet... a bit, too quiet. I knew what I had to look for. My fathers journal, he his behind a discolored brick in the basement wall. I knew exactly where it was.
We crept toward the furnace, and I reached behind it. I then pulled the brick out of the wall, and inside was a small booklet, and I read it

Hello forte. I knew you would open this booklet some day, and if you did. Then I am probably dead, and so I pass this on to you. You shall continue the investigation for me, and hopefully you will solve it. To find out more read this booklet starting from the beginning. By the way, have you checked under discolored floorboard in your room lately?

The discolored floorboard in my room? That was my dad, always full of mysteries. Then I heard footsteps coming from above. Someone was up there.
 
Vixen

"Well Forte, I don't think my pants would fit you to well. lead the way." She followed behind him, entering the back yard then the house. Silently they crept downstairs. She stood guarding the basement steps as he found whatever it was he came for.

He pulled it out and turned just as foot steps were heard above us. She put her fingertip to her lips, "Shhhh.." And crept up the stairs. She stopped at the door and listened. Someone was out there, but who was it?

She moved to the side as the guys came up the stairs beside her.
"Here we go again.."
 
Jimmy 'Who-the-hell-you-think-I-am?-Mr.-T?' Hoffa.

While the others ran around downstairs like rejects from a horror movie, Jimmy was busy securing the upper floors. Shot gun in his left hand, looking before him, his colt in his right, watching his back. He didn't have any problems until he looked in the kitchen.

He had opened the refridgerator, and was looking for something to drink when he felt the barrel of a gun pressing against the back of his neck.

"Awww shit. Not again. Why does this crap always happen to me?"
 
Vixen

She opened the door and entered the little hallway. Glancing around she seen nothing off hand that would trigger worry. But something was wrong, and it was too quiet.
She put her gun infront of her, nifty cop style, and started moving towards the back of the house. She stopped a moment and glanced back at Forte.
"What are we doing? Jimmy is up here somewhere, not someone else." She rolled her eyes and walked into the dining room.
"Jimmy? Where are you lurking?" She glanced around the living room, calling out. They were acting like morons again. Gun happy people were starting to make her act like one too.
 
My sneaky colt

Vixen, and Jimmy were up there for a while. Thats when I pocketed the book, and crept upstairs. I silently looked around, and saw about five guys with guns. One of them was holding a gun at Jimmy, while the others were pointing their guns toward Vixen. I took out my colts, and silently stepped behind the most well dressed one. I then quickly jabbed the barrel into his balls, which really, REALLY hurt. I whispered in his ear, "let them go". His minions pointed their guns at me. I then said, "oh, you want to do it the hard way huh? well, I'm afraid you ain't got the balls to do it". I pressed my gun harder against his sore crotch.
 
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Vixen

Ok where did all the goons come from with guns? She had no idea, so she just stood there. Pointing her weapon at the nearest target. Well enemy target.

She watched as Forte came up behind the 'leader' of the moron squad and put his gun between his legs. ouch! Thats gotta hurt. She grinned.

He told them to release his friends and stood with his body behind the guy he held hostage.
Well what was a gal to do? She didn't know, but she wasnt going to start shooting just yet. She walked forward behind this really big guy and put her gun in his back.
"You heard the man, drop your guns." She fingers the trigger, waiting for an excuse to shoot this one.
 
Jimmy Shoots Shit Up!

"Oh, fuck this."

Slamming the fridge door into the guy holding a gun to his head, he turned around, firing his colt at the guy as he feel and using his shotgun to blow away one of the other goons. That left the one Forte had hostage, the one Vixen had cover, and the asshole Jimmy had both his guns trained on.

"Drop the fucking guns or die, scumbags." The sounds of metal hitting the floor made him smile. "Goodie. These idiots have common sense. Spill the beans. Who the fuck are you?"
 
Vixen

"Oh my!" She looked around. Dead guys all over. Wow. She smiled a cocky grin. That was interesting. Three remaining, now with no guns. All looking at Jimmy as if he was the devil incarnate.
She kept her gun in the goon's back. She peeked around at Forte, and then over to Jimmy. Interesting.

She felt the guy before her moving. She didnt hesitate, she pulled the trigged and shot him through the chest. He fell to the floor in a heap, gasping for air.
"He moved." All she was going to offer in explanation. She searched him and found a little remington in the waist of his pants.
"Well, that leaves two to answer, or to die. She put her gun away and hopped up on the kitchen counter. She glanced around, none on the floor breathing. Both were covered by Jimmy and Forte. She could sit and social.
 
Jimmy

Walking up to the last goon, he put his colt up to his head, and pulled the trigger. He slid it away in its holster at the back of his pant, and turned to the last one, who had his balls covered by Forte.

"Well, I just didn't want to miss. Now, fuckoff, talk. Right now. Spill it all. Or I'll kill you too. No worries." He looked over to Vixen, smiling. "Now you see, that's what makes me me. I jump into things heahlong, but I damn well finish them."

He Sighed, and sat down next to her. "So, while Forte holds his nuts hostage for information, why don't you tell me more about yourself?"
 
Vixen

She smiled, She liked his style.
"Oh well, let me see where to start? Some FBI training, but there was too many rules for me to follow. I hate rules. Oh a week in the CIA, but Apparently I couldnt get in, had an attitude problem they said. Enlisted and had sniper training in Seals. Navy dad got me where I wanted to be. Left it all before I even got started to be a hired gun. Its fun, I get to see the world. And most important no bosses. What about yourself Jimmy?"
She eyed the poor guy sweating it out over where Forte's gun was pointed. She smiled brighter and asked the guy if he wanted a sex change? If not speak up.
 
Crotch jokes

"Now, tell us who you are, or you'll end up two eggs without the bacon". He stuttered at first, but he then spoke, "We were sent to watch this house man, m-my boss wanted us to make sure no one enters this h-house. I swear I didn't knwo it was your house man, I swear". I eased the trigger, but only a little, "who the hell do you work for numb-nuts?". He was sweating big time now, and said, "I work for Vilvadachi, hes my boss. I'm just a lackey for the mafia man. The guys with sub-machine guns are columbians, and that guy is also mafia, but hes full time mafia man. I told y-you everything man, please don't shoot my manhood". After that he started to cry for mercy, and I put my guns back, and called for my little team, "hey guys, we're going. I'll leave this guys womanhood alone". The weeping man then looked at me, and said, "I said manhood". I just glared back, and kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold. I then turned back to my team, "you guys can go back to the van. Theres a certain floorboard I have to check in my room". I then proceeded upstairs.
 
Jimmy

"Well, my dad was a cop for this town. He was dirty enough that he dealed with the triad and gangs more than he worked. My mom left him soon after becoming pregnant. At age fourteen, I was on my own. Why I was seventeen, I heard about my dad. When I got here, I found out he'd been dead for fourteen years. For the fourteen years since then I've been piling up my rap sheet under the alias 'The Mute' because I haven't said a word in the past fifteen years. Well, until recently. Almost every gang in town has a price on my head, and the only one that protected me,...well,....Forte seems to have killed them off."

He took a long drag from his cigarette, and looked around. "Other than that is a long story about sleeping, eating, or wading my way through the hookers downtown tryin' to get a drink. I was born with a disorder in my eyes that makes it hard for me to see, that's why I have the thermals. It also throws off my aim. I'm a professional DJ, just because I can do it. No real training."

He slid his thermals down, and sighed. "You know what? I don't know what I'd do if this town ever cleaned up. I'm too much a part of the crime to actually be able to survive in a nice little suburb, and yet,...it's all I really spend my time doing. Kinda sad, I guess."

He stood up, and started heading out to his van, puffing away on his cigarette.
 
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Vixen

She nodded at Forte's words, before speaking further she hopped off the counter, and wiped her hands on her jeans.
"Well let's head out and watch the street."
"The Mute? Why didnt you speak?"
As they walked along she finally commented on the rest he told her.
"I agree with you there on the suburbs. I couldn't handle it. Can you imagine me? Baking a cake? Yeah right. I can clean and tear apart any gun, but I cant bake." She shrugged her shoulders. "I am sure I'll be a hitperson until I die. Which knowing my luck won't be long. Sounds like your mother was a cop out and your father was smart to realize being good doesn't pay well."
She stopped by the van and looked around. All seemed quiet. No sirens were heard. She opened the door and climbed up into the van.
"My mother wasn't around either, Not sure where she went. But im sure the General made her life hell on this earth, so she fled to saner ground. My father is the one General in this world who would invent a reason to go to war." She smiled, that was her pop alright.
"Whats taking Forte so long? We need to clear outta here."
 
A Colt commando

I opened the doors to my former room. Besides the mess, it looked the same as I left it before I left. Lifting up a rug I immediatly spotted the discolored floorboard. Then I pryed it open, and received my big reward. It was a Colt commando, (think a colt, and a AK-47 put together), and a nice one at that. This is one gun that I would always treasure.
I then left, and went towards the van. I then signaled Jimmy, and said, "take us to a place where we can rest, and eat Jimmy. I'm famished".
 
Jimmy

"I didn't speak because there was no one to speak to. And as for my parents,...my father was a bastard. He lived a bastard, he died a bastard, and no one went to his funeral. My mother was a good woman, she didn't give things up easily. But she wasn't stupid, either. She knew when to cut the lines and let the wackos hang themselves."

He sighed, and slowly pulled the van back out into traffic. After a few minutes, he started taking the backroads until they were at his warehouse. Once again he got out, opened the door, and drove through only to get out and close and lock the door behind them. He'd left the lights on, so there were no worries there.

"Here. Theres food in the fridge over there, and a microwave or stove. Just don't touch my explosives. Have fun. Bye."

He walked over to a small side door, and opened it, walking out into the night as it slowly arched back around to close itself behind him.
 
Vixen

She hopped out and looked around the warehouse. It was rather big but it was clean. She glanced over at Forte then Jimmy.
"Thanks Jimmy." She walked over to the phone, checking for dial tone she ordered pizza to be delivered. Then she used her credit card and made a call to Tiny.
"Plans have changed... Yes I know I am not there. I will meet you at Joe's cafe on 34th.. In two hours. Thanks Tiny. I owe ya" She hung up without another word and turned as Jimmy left and Forte sat down in a chair.
"Well dinner is on it's way and I've got to go meet a friend in a few hours. Until then we wait? And where did Jimmy go?" She walked over and parked her tired ass in another chair. This was one long night. When would it end? She sighed, sleep sounded good to her right now.
 
My thanks

"Alright, pizza. A food that I havn't had in weeks now". I then reached into my jacket pocket, and pulled out a wad of cash, several thousand dollars worth. Like I said, I had plenty of money that I stole off the people I killed. I set it down on the table, and said, "thats your payment. Think of it as thank-you-money". I smiled, and then I got up, and kissed her. Sitting back down again, I said, "that... is just something I wanted to do".
 
Vixen

She eyed the roll of cash, and then glanced up at he kissed her. Again? Sheesh, this guy was a flirt.
"I dont want your money Forte. I said I did, but I lied. I will help you out for nothing... But I am my own boss. So no ideas there, understood?" She didn't comment on the kiss, just eyed him a second. What was she going to do with this one?

She seen some lights outside and peeked out the door.
"Pizza is here!" She walked out and paid the guy for dinner. She gave him a hefty tip to forget he seen her along with the pizza.
She entered back in carrying the boxes.
"Now this smells good.."




ooc: is the police woman still held here in the warehouse? Before I put in we noticed her, I wanted to know.
 
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