Sue swings a leg over the demon and lets out a low whistle. "Reday to ride when you are."

Sue jumps on the kickstarter and the engine roars to life. He shoots an ear to ear grin at Nick. "Nice piece o'work. Bet she con'rs like she's on rails..."



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"Yeah, watch the chaindrive, its uncovered.", Nick remarks as Sue stomps down on the kickstarter.

"Don't slip or you'll lose your heel.", he says. He holds on with his left arm, and keeps the SMG ready in his right.

"HEY! Make sure to load all the guns in the truck!", Nick shouts as they speed off. With the sudden rush of acceleration, Nick suddenly wishes he had put a sissy bar on the back.

Before you even see around the corner, you spray a few shots. With pings and a near-fatal ricochet (watch that ear), you hit... nothing. There's nobody where Ricks said there would be people.

Reptile starts the truck and follows Nick and Sue at a distance of about 40 feet. His trusted Predator in hand, Reptile keeps an eye around for Ricks and the group of hostile gangers.

Gunfire rakes quickly in front of Nick and Sue, and Sue very nearly loses control of the bike, wobbling dangerously. The source of the gunfire, and undetermined number of shooters on a nearby roof, then splits its attention. Some of them turn towards the truck, some staying with the bike. It takes only a moment before a reverberated 'BEGONE!" echoes through the streets like thunder, and the sound itself feels like the heat from standing to close to a campfire. Ricks and Sue become suddenly visible as a shimmer in the air reaveals the shape and location of Ricks' spirit as it collapses in on itself.

And then, it starts. Something large and *very* loud is unleashed upon the motorcycle, and one of the people on the roof sits up, pointing a rocket launcher at the truck, pausing a moment before pulling the trigger.

Ricks moves as quickly as he can, hoping its in time, throwing a Stunbolt as the guy with the launcher.

"WHAT THE FRAG IS GOING ON?!" Sue yells over the roar of the demon's engine. He duscks down as low as possible behind the wind shield and looks from side to side for cover or allyways.

Nick quickly looks up at the rooftop, and watches the missle streak out.

"OH FUCK!", he shouts, and swings the Smartgun up, then squeezes the trigger to launch a burst at the one that looks the most dangerous, excluding the one with the stunbolt flying at him.

Reptile tries a dangerous maneuver with the truck to make it harder for the rocket launcher to hit.

"Shit! Is this gonna be the end?"

There's just a moment of satisfaction for the Bleeing Edge, seeing the prick with the Lasher jerk to one side and fall on his ass like a stone, before the rocket hits.

The hit is on the front part of the trailer, and the missile very nearly went between truck and trailer, but not quite. A giant boom echos through the streets as a plume of fire 40 feet high erupts from the scene. THe shockwave sends everyone away from the explosion as violently as possible, and bloody chunks rain from various body-parts of entire innocent victims among the Bleeding Edge.

Nick looks back at the truck, as it explodes, disregarding the pieces of metal that slide off his jacket.

"OH, SHIT! REPTILE!!!", he shouts.

"OH SHIT!! Hold on! We're going back for 'em!!"

Sue turns the bike around and back to truck to look for survivors.

Reptile throws himself out of the truck only a split second before the impact of the missile. You see him flying up in the air during the huge explosion. He lands heavily on the street and doesn't move at first. You see that his back is nothing but blood and burnt skin. As Edgers check if he's still alive, they realize that even in this desperate situation, the old ork ganger wants to take revenge on his ennemies. Reptile gets on his knees with great difficulty and tries to reach for his dear AK-97, with fury in his eyes, yet control and care in his movements.

Nick jumps off the bike and lands hard on his knee, very nearly collapsing from the pain.

"Fuck...I'm gonna have to replace that leg...and it was my favorite one, too...", he thinks to himself.

He drops the smartgun and takes the SPAS-22 off his back. He begins scanning the rooftops with it, and comes to stand next to Reptile.

"Hey, man...fuckin' oath, you're alive. Shit, you need help.", he observes. Nick reaches down and hands the ork his Assault Rifle.

"There you go, mate...Fuck, how'll we get out of here? We lost our wheels...I think this is gonna go from Worse to Fucked."

Ricks eyes go red as he seeks the rooftops for a new victim. His lips crawl back into a wicked looking snarl.

sorry, double post.

Sue hops off the hog and crouch-runs over to Reptile. He shouts to be heard over the gunfire and burning truck, "Hey, Old Man, you still in this?!"

Sue helps prop the ork up and turns to Nick. "Boss-man, we gotta git back in this cluster fuck!" He brings up the spaz and unfolds the stock. "Pick a building and lets go kick some fuckin' ass!!"

He ducks to avoid the still falling truck bits and shouts, "And for FUCK'S SAKE, SOMEONE GIT ON TH' DAMN HORN TO MICKEY AND RUSSEL UP SOME GODDAM REINFORCEMENTS!!"

Nick hands a Trauma patch to Reptile, and says to him "Here, use this if you need it." He looks at Sue.

"Fucking straight we need to kick some ass!", he shouts back to Sue, leaning behind the truck, to prevent from getting shot. He picks up the Smartgun again, and slings it over his back, next to his M-23.

"We'll go into that building, and get behind them!", he shouts to Sue. "Reptile, keep 'em busy, but don't risk anything!"

"And you're right about Reinforcements.", he shouts, pulling out his cellphone. He dials up Mickey.

"Mickey! It's a fucking warzone, send guns and guys with them now! Kake's truck exploded, there's a shitload of bodies over here! We're on <position>!"

Explosion. Emtpy ambush site. Yelling.

Blitz's mind is indexing things in eerie clarity as all the madness goes down. The enemy isn't where they should be. They've taken to the rooftop. Where do you go when you're enemy is above you? You go up.

The trog looks for the nearest door to shoulder open, and seek out a set of stairs.

"I'll keep them busy, boss, I'll keep them busy!"

"Here take these grenades, it might be useful." (Reptile hands Nick 2 offensive and 2 defensive grenades)

Reptile, with blood in his eyes (quite a lot of it, really) starts shooting at the roof, aiming for the very top part of the building, so to destroy what gives cover to the bastards who shot him with a rocket launcher, and to scare them so that they don't shoot him. His AK-97, as an extension of Reptile's rage, is set in full auto, spraying destruction to the building as well as to anyone who would dare peak out of cover.

Ricks throws his arms up and a wind rushes through the area as he summons another Wind Spirit to his aid.

Reptiles' machine rattles and spits burning hot lead, degrading the wall first a little, and then alot, like some kind of acid eating away at the structure. One of the bullets clips someone in the shoulder, who yelps in pain and spasms in such a way that his neck goes immediatly into the line of fire. Everyone else stays down as much as possible, waiting for the hail to end.

Blitz kicks in a door with no effort, leaving only broken, rotting chunks of wood on ill-fit hinges. The building was not built with a troll in mind, being a little small for even a human, but what can you really expect, eh? There are no stairs, but it becomes quickly obvious that a hole in the roof above the counter of yet another kitchenette was their mode of egress onto the roof.

Seeing his chance at taking revenge, Reptile immediately shoots at the only visible target, not caring that he's hurt already. Still enraged, he starts yelling his anger while changing the clip in his assault rifle.

"TAKE THIS, BASTARD!! AND ALL OF YOU COWARDS SHOULD COME OUT HERE, YOU'LL SEE WHAT THE REPTILE HAS FOR YOU!!"

Blitz doesn't even bother with using his hands in getting up into the hole, he spimply takes a running go at it, steps up onto the kitchenette counter, and leaps up through the hole. If there's anyone in the area above, they're going to wish they were in the path of the gunfire aimed at the roof.

Nick takes the grenade. That...might be useful. Now, granted, he didn't have a very good arm, but the possibilities...That Lasher would be fun, too, but aside from the basic instructions stenciled onto the side, he has no idea what to do with it. He'd just go with the grenade. He takes one of the Offensive grenades, and goes to about 15 meters away from the rooftop, yanks out the pin with a smile, and lobs it up.

"BLITZ, DON'T GO UP!", he shouts shortly after the toss.

Answering the call, Mickey replies, "Affirmative. stimated Time of Arrival is <X> minutes."

He calls everyone to him, including the applicants and issues the command to arm and armour up.

"The Bleeding Edge needs the rest of us. Whoever among you has a vehicle, bring anyone who can fit with you to <X site>. Anything that's not an Edger is a target. Applicants, front and center!" He stands authoritively and looks each one in the eye, then continues. This is your first test. Get any wounded Edgers out of the field. Lou, you cover Raven and Gene. If you don't have a gun you tell me now and I'll make sure you have one for the fight. Allright, everyone, let's GO! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"

Fortunatly the grenade explodes far enough away from Blitz that he's just knocked around a bit. The bad news is that it doesn't really do much more than knock around any of the other gang either. They're almost all headed for the exit, directly towards Blitz. He easily bowls one over, landing on him like a pouncing jaguar, only to hear at least two shotguns cocked in the very close vicinity of his head.

Mickey directs the remaining Edgers like an air traffic controller...a rock of calm amid high stress. He follows them out of the new HQ and toward any vehicles that any of them own and hops on or into the back of whatever's available with his gun in hand. Anyone who sees him would think him a mere gunbunny from his silent calmness...it did not pay to be seen as the ranking officer in the field...that tended to lead to death by sniper!

Any that have no vehicle available are directed to run as fast as possible. The Recovery Team, as he has dubbed the applicants, are given last order of vehicle space...so likely they have to run. Off they go, speeding toward the battle site to aid their fellows!

Blitz had been breathing deep, feral breaths when the shotguns cocked. He grunts, taking a second to listen, gather his mind. Rational thought, however, just won't come to him.

`You go squish now...`

How that came to mind, he doesn't know, or even wonder, because he's already in motion. He drops forward and twists his body, trying to get some distance to work with. First guy that gets into his sights is gonna get a world of fist.

Nick limps back to behind Reptile and Sue, SPAS-22 in hand.

"I uh...think Blitz has it under control. I once saw him use a dwarf to beat a man to death...", he says.

"But lets get in there anyway and back him up.", he adds quickly, trying his best to hurry to the building. He really needed a new leg.

"Reptile, stay here. I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already are."

"Ok, boss. I'll keep a watch to the roof and to other people that might be coming around."

Reptile, with a lot effort goes up and walks with difficulty to the the building on the opposite side of the street. He sits down against the wall, and starts guarding the area, making sure to keep an eye at the roof, with his trusted AK-97 in hand.

The first shotgun goes down easy, like a cold beer after a long day's work. The first sign of movement causes second shotgun to pull the trigger, though. The shot is heard around the world.

Gosh, I wonder what's happening up there... I didn't see any of us going there with a shotgun so that would mean that we're shot at. I hope it's not too bad.

"I got your six, boss," Sue says as he moves up slighlty behind and to the left of Nick. "We'll play clean real good."

The bullet makes it's way, propelled by expanding gases, down the barrel of the gun, picking up some spin as it does so. It sees daylight for only a moment before it encounters hard bone. Fighting its way through, the bullet finally emerges into liquid, and then some kind of soft substance that tears away in clumps, attaching pieces of itself onto the bullet. It hits the other side of the skull, shatters off a large piece, and sprays soft pink tissue everywhere before it plunges itself back into more tissue, this time a bit more solid. It hits bone one final time before lodging itself there.

Nick's phone rings.

All that Blitz had ever wanted out of life was to be better than his father; to live some noble existance. In his early death, he has lived out this desire on some level. For even if his death has served only to let the others live for another day, he has finally been the protector he longed to be.

And so, as the lead tears through his skull, one last though flashes in the trog's mind.

Told you asshole, I didn't wake up dead...

Nick cringes when he hears the gunshot.

I hope the poor Trog just copped another gut wound..., he thinks. He notices the shrill pitch of his phone, and takes it out. He flips it open and switches it off, making a note to call back whoever it was. His new SPAS-22 held up at ready, he nods to Sue.

"Let's see if we can't squirm our way out of this jam...", he says, racking the slide. He darts into the building as best he can, and when he notices the hole, he points it to Sue.

"Blitz is up there. Here, get up on the counter thing, and take a couple pops at whoever's got a gun.", Nick says, brushing some hair out of his face. He taps his pockets in a search for his smokes, and he finds his pack of Nails, now crumpled from numerous falls. He pulls out a bent cigarette and lights it, then returns the pack and his lighter to his pockets.

"Wait, mate. I got something.", Nick says. He reaches into one of his inside pockets and takes out a Flash-Pak. He activates it and throws it up the hole.

"Now, go up."

The view on top reveals three disoriented people, two of which seems to be so simply because they can't see, and three more dead people, including a the body of a headless troll in familiar clothes. It'll probably be a few minutes before they even realize you're here, much less do anything about it.

Nick calls out "Try to nail one alive! We'll take a hostage!"

...Mickey and the rest of the gang run...and run...and run...

Sue vaults over the counter and triggers a burst over the gangers' heads.

"Get on the ground! GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!! NOW!! PUT HANDS ON YOUR FUCKING HEADS!! DO IT NOW OR YOU WON'T HAVE A FUCKING HEAD!!"

Then he levels the Spaz at the nearest goon. "At this range, bub, there won' even be enough of ya left to sop up with a sponge. So, go 'head. Make yer move, punk"

Nick leans back against a wall, and finishes off his smoke.

Sounds like he's doing a good job up there., he thinks.

He spits the cigarette filter onto the ground and stomps it out.

Ricks comes climbing up the stairs, his short legs taking longer to get to the top, "How things goin' up there?"

Finally, nearly collapsing in an exhausted heap upon arrival, Mickey and crew get there. Little Raven seems to be in fairly good shape after all the running, but someone pukes nonetheless.

Gathering his breath as best he can, Mickey leans over, hands resting on his knees, breathing hard. Fragging city blocks! Who decided they should be so big?

"Allright...<pant pant>...I'm here...<pant pant>..." He looks like he's about to say something again, but stops and breathes some more. "...situation report...<pant>...someone."

He stands up straight again, looking left to right, his gun in his hand. He gestures to the applicants, sending them on their errand with a wave. Aw, man, whoever puked was gonna be in for it! What a gawdawful smell!

On the other side of the street, in a sitting position, Reptile was still guarding the area, AK-97 in hand. With some effort, he yelled to Mickey, pointing the building on the other side of the road: "HEY MICKEY, OVER HERE! WATCH OUT FOR THE ROOF OF THIS BUILDING!"

Sue's eyes survay the scene as the punks get on the ground. His vision drifts across the near headless Troll corpse...wearing the colors of the Bleeding Edge and still holding a chain in one lifeless hand.

Sue swallows hard. "Nick...ya'll better get up here....Bring something to tie up these guys," he says flatly.

Nick slings the SPAS over his shoulder, and hops one legged up to grab onto the edge of the hole. He begins hoisting himself up with a groan, mentally noting to do more pull-ups when he trains.

With a little help from Sue, he finds himself on the rooftop, SPAS in hand once again, staring at the lower jaw portion and blood pool that remained of Blitz's head with hard eyes.

"Which one of you motherfuckers did this?", he asks calmy, turning his head to look at the gangers.

He turns his head to Sue.

"Get Mickey up here. See if he has some rope."

Then he turns back to the prisoners.

"Who did this?"

One of the gangers, a young woman with white hair and a ring of tattoos around her right eye, which is just now beginning to focus again, raises her hand. The danger of this action has obviously not occured to her. Either that, or she's some kinda stupid.