09-20-2008, 11:31 AM
OOC: Alrighty then I've been waiting so long to continue this...
Amonst all of the gunfire, Ivan saw the cart with Deisel on it on a path that went by his own, and before it went past to an area of no return and the likely hood of death, the badger through his arm over the cart and pulled the weapons dealer off of it. Deisel's armor piercing rounds were reaking havoc on the black ops. The white monkey leader had not expected such retaliation from such a small group as his operatives fell to the floor in bleeding masses. He got to the glass doorway that had been shattered by a couple dozen bullets as he covered himself with his hostage and shouted something in chinese. Any monkey black-op that was still alive began running for the doorway, tossing grenades as they did. The bombs did not explode but instead started to release a white gas, tear gas to be exact.
Ivan recognized the model of the grenades as they were flung and shouted something in russian to his commrades then looked to Deisel who had been pulled beside him, "Fucking cowards". The two members he had called from before placed a charge on the wall and detonated it, creating a large hole through the concrete to the alley where they had first met. Ivan twirled his finger to signal everyone to regroup on him and he ran for the new exit.
Datkov ripped the 50. Cal from his jeep and held it beside his waist, the ammo belt still connected to the boxes in the back. The italians quickly drew their pistols and shouted, "Ey Ralph! Whot tha fuck is goin on here?" Some were begining to shake with fear. They didnt want to fight a dangerous russian juggernaut or a mercenary who's skills were practically unmatched through most of the italian mob.
Amonst all of the gunfire, Ivan saw the cart with Deisel on it on a path that went by his own, and before it went past to an area of no return and the likely hood of death, the badger through his arm over the cart and pulled the weapons dealer off of it. Deisel's armor piercing rounds were reaking havoc on the black ops. The white monkey leader had not expected such retaliation from such a small group as his operatives fell to the floor in bleeding masses. He got to the glass doorway that had been shattered by a couple dozen bullets as he covered himself with his hostage and shouted something in chinese. Any monkey black-op that was still alive began running for the doorway, tossing grenades as they did. The bombs did not explode but instead started to release a white gas, tear gas to be exact.
Ivan recognized the model of the grenades as they were flung and shouted something in russian to his commrades then looked to Deisel who had been pulled beside him, "Fucking cowards". The two members he had called from before placed a charge on the wall and detonated it, creating a large hole through the concrete to the alley where they had first met. Ivan twirled his finger to signal everyone to regroup on him and he ran for the new exit.
Datkov ripped the 50. Cal from his jeep and held it beside his waist, the ammo belt still connected to the boxes in the back. The italians quickly drew their pistols and shouted, "Ey Ralph! Whot tha fuck is goin on here?" Some were begining to shake with fear. They didnt want to fight a dangerous russian juggernaut or a mercenary who's skills were practically unmatched through most of the italian mob.
Why is everyone so serious?
