BOGUS
 
by bellyred
 
     Behind the door, he stood, so very still trying
to control his breathing.  He did a mental checklist
on his remaining ammo, two regular clips for his
Manhunter, one clip in each of his two Seco's and
several bullets remained in the clip of his Uzi III
that was held in his right hand.  His left hand
flashed over his body feeling for a wet, sticky
substance, blood, he found none.  He slowly moved away
from the door and awkwardly shuffled to his right, as
he switched the Uzi to his left hand and blindly moved
his right around in the darkness.  He touched a wall,
turned his back to it and crouched down, buying time
to allow his eyesight to adjust to the darkness.  He
knew at least three heavily armed men were out there
and would hone in on his location soon.  He took out
his roll of hard candy, popped a couple into his mouth
and sucked on them, waiting for the assault.
     "Only two more doors left," said the shorter of
the three heavily armed men.
     "Good, he's taken out four of us, he's gotta pay
for this embarrassment he's caused us," said the
tallest of the three heavily armed men.
     Underestimating the ability of the finely clothed
ork, the seven Dynamos, a street gang located in
Edgewood-a borough of Pittsburgh, had hired themselves
out to protect an area off of Edgewood Avenue, ran by
the Yakuza from allowing anyone to trespass, the ork
did.  The Dynamos tried to stop him he explained why
he was there they figured he was soft and attacked
him.  He took out four of the gangers and holed
himself up in an abandoned two story home.  They
desperately wanted to finish him in order to not lose
any respect from the Yakuza, or face repercussions
from the Seoulpa Ring the 808's, that the ork worked
for.
     Seven men had rushed him in that abandoned
building and now he walked out.  Four, he finished
quickly, the last three gave him a good fight.  He
took two shots through his left leg, and several knife
cuts along both arms.  He went through his mental
check again-Manhunter-empty, Secos-empty, Uzi-empty.
He carried two large knives as he limped out of the
abandoned building.  He shook his head in dismay and
was truly upset that he came into this situation so
lightly.  He promised himself that he would never do
it again.  Those guys were street, they were bogus and
almost took out a veteran shadow runner and contractor
of the Seoulpa Ring 808.  Villain would heal and see
another day but the bogus street gang would not.
 
End