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Years Old
Taken by Piper Blair
Mitsubishi EVO X, AO
What's the point of being an outlaw when you've got responsibilities?
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Jan 29, 2011 21:34:47 GMT 2
Whether Walter could see it or not, Jack only nodded at the instructions he was given, his mind too busy silently praying to any god, deity or whatever else he didn't believe in for the second time today. Funny how in times like these, people tended to become hypocrites.. even him, but who cared. This wasn't some movie he was watching, his ass was right in the middle of the action and all of it was damn real.
For what seemed to be the hundredth time, his eyes shifted toward the rear-view mirror again. Their tail was neatly keeping up while he maintained speed, weaving in and out of traffic with ironic care. Soon enough they'd be hitting the city's skirt. Did he really wanted to be doing this, put his life in the hands of 'Rambo' in the backseat and hope for the best? Nope, but what choice did he have..
Swallowing, he briefly glanced at Walter via the rear-view mirror. Did he know how to fire a gun? Shit, him shooting the guard during the bus jacking had been what had almost send him down to Lompoc along with his brother and Leon. Not a pleasant memory.
"Yeah.." He hesitantly answered as he nodded forward toward the desert ahead. "Better hope you know what you're doing.." He mumbled, decreasing on speed before he pulled the car toward the side of the road and eased the vehicle to a stop on the hardened sand.
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Post by dominictoretto on Jan 31, 2011 18:25:50 GMT 2
Dom listened to the message and nodded, "Sure, you wanna tell me how many guns you want me to bring and if we are going to need more hands to lend a hand?"
He was moving towards the trunk of his charger ready to take out the shot guns he kept in there with their amo boxes.
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Years Old
Ex Cop with a mission
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jan 31, 2011 20:00:50 GMT 2
"Anybody who's willing to cross a few lines but let them know it's hairy. Bring what you have!" Brian was ready to go to war with verone and his organization if he had to. he would get Mia back at all costs.
Carefully he loaded his gun, shoved one in his holster, the other one in the back of his pants before he filled his pockets with amunition. For a moment he stood in silence and listened to his own heart pounding in his ears. Now he wasn't only worried about his wife, he also was scared that his only brother would catch a bullett. No matter how stupid Jack acted, he didn't deserve that. But the worst part about it was that he couldn't do a damn thing to help him nor did he really know where Mia was. Hopefully that would change soon.
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Post by Joker on Feb 1, 2011 8:43:12 GMT 2
Walter exited the car, thumbed back the hammer and handed the 1911 to the younger man. "Position yourself between the engine block and them, if it looks like they are going for a weapon take 'em out." He flipped the knife so it was hidden behind his arm and crossed them leaning against the trunk. He could see the car coming down the road and took a deep breath, with his eyes closed. He could feel the weight of the steel resting in his hand, despite the heat the blade felt cold against his arm, it calmed him greatly. As the car got closer he opened his eyes. "Passenger, stay in the car." He shouted as the men got ready to exit.
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Post by Goons on Feb 1, 2011 14:38:11 GMT 2
First the guy Verone had hired to drive the car was taking a detour and now he suddenly stopped and tried commanding them around. This wasn't good. With his hand on the trigger of his gun the second man remained seated while his partner got out. "Why you stoppin , man?"
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Post by Joker on Feb 1, 2011 14:50:56 GMT 2
"Your gun, drop the magazine to the ground. Unload the round in the chamber and dismantle it. If your passenger tries anything he'll be dead by the time he lifts his arms." Walter's eyes locked into the goon's with a pure steel glare. He watched the man intently ready to send the knife and cover the distance if he needed to. "When you bring the gun out do it slow and point it towards the hood of your car."
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Post by Goons on Feb 1, 2011 15:13:07 GMT 2
The Hispanic laughed out mockingly. "Who are you to give me orders?" He kept his gun pointed firmly at Walter and watched what the guy in the passenger seat was doing. "You get back in that car and drive. Boss told me to make sure you reach your destination. Go! No need to waist any bulletts-just tell your driver to go." he waved his gun to stress his words. In the meantime the other man had taken off the safety and follwed the conversation with interest. it had been a while since he'd shot anybody. Why not today? they were being paid a lot of money for simply making sure that that damn driver arrived at the 'drop off point'.
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Post by Joker on Feb 1, 2011 16:53:18 GMT 2
Walter pushed himself off the the trunk and kept a slow meandering pace positioning himself between the car and the man. "Why are you escorting me?" He kept his eyes in the man's torso waiting for the inevitable twitch of the forearm. He lowered his arms to his sides keeping the blade hidden. "How many men were told to follow us? Because I have a bomb large enough to blow a crater into this road and take us all out." He nodded backwards towards the trunk. "So you run a major risk of shooting through me and taking us all out." He bluffed with a large smile.
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Post by goons on Feb 1, 2011 22:48:50 GMT 2
In disbelieve he shot a glance past Walter at the welded shut trunk. Suddenly very nervous he shrugged. "Boss said to make sure you drop the package off, just me and Pancho here." Suddenly he laughed out loud. "Bomb, funny man, how do you know...it's welded closed. You're bluffing." In his pocket a funky tune gave away an incoming call. he reached for the phone and answered it. 2no, no problem, just a red light." he lied to his boss before he nodded and shot a glance at jack who was still in the driver seat. "K, boss." Slowly he walked towards Walter and motioned with his gun when he was close enough to push him. "Drive-NOW!"
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Post by Joker on Feb 2, 2011 7:57:10 GMT 2
Walter's hands worked quickly in response, his left came up and griped the man's wrist that supported the gun the knife in his other hand drove home into the elbow collapsing it. "Jack duck!" He shouted as he pushed the barrel of the weapon into the man's mouth and began to walk him backwards towards the car. With a sick smile he told the man, "Cooperate and I won't pull the trigger."
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Post by Goons on Feb 2, 2011 9:31:19 GMT 2
Totally shocked about the fast reaction and brutality the man walked backwards howling out loud. "T, help me!" While Walter had controll of him the other one jumped out with his gun ready to fire, aimed and shot at what he could see of Walter beind his partner's back.
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Post by Joker on Feb 2, 2011 10:57:54 GMT 2
The force of the round tearing into his shoulder caused him to rotate backwards, his SEAL credo echoed in his head 'I am never out of the fight...' He dropped to a knee and drove the combat knife into the closer man's foot, he leveled the pistol at the other attackers knee and fired.
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Post by Goons on Feb 2, 2011 14:54:48 GMT 2
As his foot was pinned to the ground by this gringo the Hispanic screamed bloody murder and pulled hard on the knife. In the meantime his partner went down because a bullett had taken out his kneecap. Both men proofed that they were used to situation like this and had a pretty high pain tolerance as the passenger checked out his partner from his laying position on the tarmac. The Hispanic bit his own lip until it was ready to bleed and then got up, closed the distance to Walter and threw himself at him with the knife in his hand. The blade flew across Walters hand as quickly as a flash with the intention of cutting it off. In the meantime the guy on the ground took aim and send a round through the back window of the car hoping to take out the driver.
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Post by Joker on Feb 2, 2011 15:30:32 GMT 2
Instinctivly Walter let his hand go limp as the blade sliced across the top of it, it would scar badly but it would heal. Walter sprung forwards and past the knifeman and onto the opposite side of the car from the other shooter. He leveled the sights at the back of the knifeman. "Drop the knife and the gun or I drop you both. Last warning." He wasn't sure if Jack had ducked but right now he was more focused on his survival.
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28
Years Old
Taken by Piper Blair
Mitsubishi EVO X, AO
What's the point of being an outlaw when you've got responsibilities?
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Feb 2, 2011 19:33:55 GMT 2
Jack cursed loudly when the back window gave out, the bullet grazing his neck a second later before it lodged in to the dashboard. Touching the side of his neck, his furrowed brow when his hand came back with blood. Duck, why couldn't he have done that one simple thing when he was told to and more importantly, what happened to the 'I'll make sure he lives.' from that.. dipshit. It could have ended a hell of a lot differently had the shooter aimed a little more to the left.
As he pressed his hand against his neck once more, the grip he had on the 1911 tightened when he opened the car door. He had been lied to, had been forced to drive a fucking bomb around and now he was getting shot at. All fun aside, he had more than had it with this bullshit.
Taking aim quick and almost blindly, he squeezed the trigger one, two, three times. The bullets lodged in the tarmac near the downed fucker one by one while he used the small moment of surprise to his advantage, closing in fast before he kicked the gun out of the goon's hand.
"You fucking shooting at me, huh?!" He yelled, kicking the goon against the head while he aimed the gun with a slightly trembling hand. No matter how much he'd wanted to use his trigger finger again, shooting at someone and actually shooting someone were still two different things. He was no killer.. yet.
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Post by Goons on Feb 2, 2011 19:57:58 GMT 2
"You're nuts." The Hispanic man yelled at Walter when he took aim at him even though he'd been shot and cut up. He'd seen the well aimed shot that had taken out his partner and decided to drop his gun to the ground and raise his hands. Suddenly three shots tore the air and he spotted the second guy coming out of the car and while his partner scrambled backwards he ducked down and ran behind their car. When faced with having his brains blown across the tarmac or giving up on this job the second guy quickly decided for the latter but when he looked up in Jacks face he realized that this kid wouldn't pull the trigger. With a smirk he lowered his hands and shook his head. "You ain't got the balls, kid." With that beat the gun out of Jacks hand and reached for Jack's leg to pulled him down. His hands tightened around the slippery bleeding skin of his neck.
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Post by Goons on Feb 2, 2011 19:59:06 GMT 2
"You're nuts." The Hispanic man yelled at Walter when he took aim at him even though he'd been shot and cut up. He'd seen the well aimed shot that had taken out his partner and decided to drop his gun to the ground and raise his hands. Suddenly three shots tore the air and he spotted the second guy coming out of the car and while his partner scrambled backwards he ducked down and ran behind their car. When faced with having his brains blown across the tarmac or giving up on this job the second guy quickly decided for the latter but when he looked up in jacks face he realized that this kid wouldn't pull the trigger. With a smirk he lowered his hands and shook his head. "You ain't got the balls, kid." With that beat the gun out of Jacks hand and reached for Jack's leg to pulled him down. His hands tightened around the slippery bleeding skin of his neck.
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Post by Joker on Feb 3, 2011 9:43:54 GMT 2
Walter saw Jack's head bob down on the other side of the car. "Fucket," he stood and walked over to the downed man in front of him. He kicked the man's arm as hard as he could skittering the knife away. He brought his knee down on the man's throat pinning him to the ground and leveling the gun once more at the man holding Jack. His sight picture was flawless on the target. "I Lieutenant Commander Walter Kavanagh of SEAL team one, I have killed higher trained and more important people then you scumbags. I only need one of you to answer my questions. Right now I have the power to kill both of you, who wants to live?" His sadism gave way to calm professionalism. His finger had depressed the trigger enough for the hammer to rest at the giveaway point.
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Post by Goons on Feb 3, 2011 10:03:22 GMT 2
Things had taken a very quick turn again and on top of an angry Seal who was about to execute them, the pain set in in the second guys leg. Groaning he exchange a glance with his partner. Obviously they were both at the mercy of this soldier. A quick decision was made and he muttered through gritted teeth. "I do." The other one simply nodded. No job was worth being killed for. In unison they raised their empty hands.
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Post by Car two on Feb 3, 2011 15:24:41 GMT 2
Jackson looked over at his partner before turning into the back seat, the pretty little thing was still out cold, a nice bruise forming over her jaw, arms tied, and mouth gagged, when she woke up, it wouldnt do her any good. Carter had, had them watching this new guy for a while now, and intel so far had been pretty solid, including the pretty little thing who was meant to belooking a hell of a lot worse then she was at the moment.
The GPS on the two cars had been stationary for far to long, and the order had been made. With a nod the car started and they were movinginto the direcction of the location.
They arrived in time to see 'Jeremy' and the two goons, Carter should have known better, with a smrk, he grabbed his own wepon as he slipped out of the car, his partner following suit.
"Get back into the car, and drive to the destination, or both of those little preety brunetts, die,"
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