Momentster, over a dozen red jacketed gang members came bursting in through the entryway into the hangar. They drew their weapons and pointed them at John and the Mercenaries. “Let her go!” a bulky ganger with a mohawk shouted. “She’s Diablo property!”
The mercenaries on the hover trucks spun the heavy machine guns around quickly to point them at the new threat and the tension in the room ratcheted up several notches.
John opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a booming female voice being transmitted throughout the Cargo bay. “All gang members and mercenaries will leave this Docking bay immediately.” The voice said imcably “Refusal will be met with deadly force. You have ten seconds toply”.
Dozens of sets of eyes looked up at the towering hull of the Invictus, suddenly painfully aware of the four turreted Gatlingsers that had spun up and were now pointed in their direction.
“Ten.” Cra said, beginning the countdown.
“I’m not kidding John, I’ll stter her brains all over the floor!” Seb shouted, waving his heavy pistol in the air for emphasis, before cing it back against the small girl’s head.
“Nine.” The Latina continued undaunted.
“Let her go, She’sing with us!” The gang leader shouted, as his men trained their weapons at the mercenaries.
“Eight.” Cra intoned.
John tensed the muscles in his legs, getting ready to spring into action.
“Seven.” The young woman’s voice continued.
Alyssa touched the panel activating the airlock and then hugged the wall closely, staying out of sight. The door spiralled open silently, unnoticed in the tense Mexican standoff.
“Six.” Cra’s voice echoed around the docking bay.
“Shut that bitch up, John!” Seb bellowed, furious that his carefullyid ns had unravelled so quickly.
“Five.” came the booming reply.
“You better do as she says.” John called out “She isn’t bluffing!”This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
“Four.” Cra said relentlessly.
The mercenaries and gangers were looking increasingly worried. Staring down a two meter long gun barrel will do that to a man.
“Three.” The Latina said in a t emotionless voice.
“Let her go man, she’s my property!” The gang leader shouted, the nervous tremor to his voice betraying his fear.
“Two.” Cra’s countdown continued unabated.
“Last chance John, surrender now!” Seb yelled angrily.
Alyssa suddenly appeared around the edge of the airlock, her assault rifle at her shoulder.
“One!” The blonde teen sang out, her melodic voice piercing the scene ying out in the room. Her rifle chattered and Seb screamed as his wrist exploded, his severed hand still clutching his pistol as it sailed through the air.
John burst into action, charging directly towards the crippled mine owner who was screaming in pain and holding the bloodied stump of his wrist with his other hand. Sparks had been thrown to the ground and was cowering in fear as the mercenaries with rifles and pistols opened up on John. They weren’t expecting him to sprint right past them though, so a fuside of small arms fire sailed around him harmlessly as he ran t out towards the mine owner, moving too fast for the surprised mercs to react in time. John barrelled into the critically injured man, shoulder charging him with a ceramic ted pad that sent Seb sprawling and leaving John to bounce off and drop to a crouch next to the frightened redhead.
The low pitched whir of the Gatlingsers was drowned out as Cra opened up with the Invictus. Rapid Stato sts ofser fire arced outwards, illuminating the dimly lit room with strobing shes. The hover trucks were hit by dozens of high energy pulses, the vehicles exploding as the multi barrelled Gatlingsers chewed threw them in seconds and tore them to pieces.
The Gangers could only stare in horror as thest two Gatlingsers turned in their direction and sprayed the wide doorway with a long continuous burst ofser fire. Most of the Diablo’s managed to throw themselves to the ground or leap behind storage crates, but two gang members weren’t so lucky. One was hit by severalser bolts, each hit searing holes straight through his body and leaving his torso looking like a smouldering Swiss cheese as he toppled over. The other was hit in the shoulder, theser bolt prating clean through and melting the entire shoulder joint. The man’s arm fell to the floor, the charred stump glowing with the heat of the impact and he copsed to his knees in shock, his mouth agape in horror.
“Get behind those crates!” John ordered curtly to Sparks, pointing to some sturdy storage containers stacked against the side of the room. The terrified teenager looked up at him wide eyed, before she managed to shake off her fear and started crawling in the direction John had pointed. John attempted to shield the girl, using his armoured body to cover her as she scampered away. Round after round went sailing over his head, but a few hit his arms and back, ricocheting off the tough ceramic tes. He winced as he felt the impacts, one round mmed into his right thigh between ceramic tes and caused him to flinch in pain.
Alyssa’s eyes narrowed with anger as she sighted in on the mercenaries shooting at her lover and friend. Her assault rifle chattered in multiple bursts as she took steps to eliminate that danger. The first burst hit a merc who was crouched behind a crate firing his pistol wildly. The three hollow point rounds hit him squarely in the head and his skull exploded as the caseless ammo sted out the other side.
The second burst hit a merc standing in the open, who had stepped out of cover to try and shoot around his colleagues, his line of sight to John blocked after his reckless charge. These rounds punched into the merc’s torso from the side, eviscerating him as the bullets tore through his body and leaving him writhing on the floor in agony.
Her final shot hit a merc in the leg as he tried in vain to conceal himself behind a crate. Two of the bullets hit him in the calf and thest blew out his knee, showering the crate in gore. The man slumped to the ground screaming in pain as he clutched his ruined leg.