Post by Joker on Apr 23, 2011 20:18:40 GMT 2
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Walter stood in the pouring rain looking out over the ocean. He was soaked in his leather jacket and woodland camo pants. Slowly he sipped his beer using his thumb to cover the lip. He loved the brisk coolness that washed over him and the taste of the dark brew on his tongue that was until he felt the freezing cold steel of a barrel to his head. It was a fast movement that happened next, 'What a shame.' Walter thought as he turned to his left bringing his shoulder up and turning to his left pushing the barrel away. He brough the beer bottle down hard at the man's head behind him. The man deflected it with his for arm and brought the pistol to bare again, Walter moved his wrist to the side and deflected the barrel. Back and forth the two went for minutes neither one able to land a solid blow and the man not taking a random shot in hopes of hitting. Finally Walter brought his leg up and trapped the man's leg rolling he disarmed the man and brought the gun into the man's eye. Slowly the man removed the hood on his jacket.
"You haven't lost your touch...Walter."
Walter was shocked and his breathing stopped. Slowly he removed the barrel from his father's eye. "Dad..." He gulped and stepped backwards.
"I knew you wern't dead, the government sucks at hiding the truth. I trained you too well for this." He stood and looked his son in the eye. "I knew you would come to LA eventually, I needed to make sure for myself you can hold your own without any effort."
"Why here? Why now?" Walter said still in disbeleife.
"I'm going to be in and out on a few job's, wanted you to know in case I need your help." He shouted over the rain as he backed up and away. "Don't get sloppy on me!"
He turned and jogged off into the rain leaving Walter alone and confused in the rain torrent.
Walter stood in the pouring rain looking out over the ocean. He was soaked in his leather jacket and woodland camo pants. Slowly he sipped his beer using his thumb to cover the lip. He loved the brisk coolness that washed over him and the taste of the dark brew on his tongue that was until he felt the freezing cold steel of a barrel to his head. It was a fast movement that happened next, 'What a shame.' Walter thought as he turned to his left bringing his shoulder up and turning to his left pushing the barrel away. He brough the beer bottle down hard at the man's head behind him. The man deflected it with his for arm and brought the pistol to bare again, Walter moved his wrist to the side and deflected the barrel. Back and forth the two went for minutes neither one able to land a solid blow and the man not taking a random shot in hopes of hitting. Finally Walter brought his leg up and trapped the man's leg rolling he disarmed the man and brought the gun into the man's eye. Slowly the man removed the hood on his jacket.
"You haven't lost your touch...Walter."
Walter was shocked and his breathing stopped. Slowly he removed the barrel from his father's eye. "Dad..." He gulped and stepped backwards.
"I knew you wern't dead, the government sucks at hiding the truth. I trained you too well for this." He stood and looked his son in the eye. "I knew you would come to LA eventually, I needed to make sure for myself you can hold your own without any effort."
"Why here? Why now?" Walter said still in disbeleife.
"I'm going to be in and out on a few job's, wanted you to know in case I need your help." He shouted over the rain as he backed up and away. "Don't get sloppy on me!"
He turned and jogged off into the rain leaving Walter alone and confused in the rain torrent.
