07-31-2018, 04:28 PM
A large group of orcs surrounded the garages from the outside with burners, blasters, and guns. They aimed their weapons at the garage door that was closed in front of the armored ice cream truck. Fingers were on the triggers, getting ready to tear down that door and kill the intruder. Meanwhile, Jacket sat in the driver's seat and looked around the instrument cluster. There were a couple of small buttons that looked like they wouldn't normally be on an ice cream truck. The masked prime picked randomly and pressed one red button. That action caused one of the side compartments on the outside of the truck to open and exposed missiles that were armed and ready to be fired. Jacket pressed another button to see if it would get him out of this situation. With luck, he pressed the fire button which caused the missiles to launch and exploded the garage door opened. Some of the orcs jumped back in shock to get out of the blast radius. Smoke covered the area to make it hard to see what caused that explosion.
Jacket put the vehicle into drive and began rolling out of the garage. He turned the headlights on to see his way through the smoke and darkness. One orc began opening fire after the explosion than soon after, the rest joined in. Headlights could be seen coming through the smoke and their firepower pinged or ricochet off the armored vehicle. After firing those missiles, the vehicle withdrew the arms automatically and closed them up inside the side compartments. When the smoke cleared, they could see their target and it left a butterfly feeling inside their stomachs. Some backed up slowly and realized it was one of their most prized vehicles on this property that was being operated. Jacket slammed the gas pedal down very hard to cause his tires to squeal and spin. The truck gained fast speed and ran over a couple of orcs that couldn't get out of the way in time.
All the remainder continued to reload and use all their ammunition up to stop this ice cream truck of destruction. Jacket turned the steering wheel in a strong and fast manner to cause the vehicle to drift a little than face toward the orcs. The engine revved two times before Jacket slammed the gas pedal hard with his foot again. His driving was exactly in the style of a lunatic behind the wheel. Orcs kept opening fire on the armored truck with hope to pierce the armor. There was no luck in that and Jacket ran over a couple more orcs that didn't jump out of the way in time. Bones and flesh were crushed under the truck's wheels along with terrifying screams coming from the tough thug mobsters that are now under the truck. They were killed in the process as Jacket passed over their gruesome corpses. Many began spreading out around the complex to destroy this unstoppable vehicle. Jacket raced around in the maze-like mini Junkyard to hunt down the remainder orcs.
Some climbed up high among the tower of junk hover cars and vehicles to get an advantage of not being hit by the massive ice cream truck. Jacket ran down one larger orc that got in his way which caused the truck to bounce up and down after crushing the mobster under his wheels. He drifted around the curves of the junkyard as he caught up with a couple more orcs that were running for their lives. As Jacket was on their tail, the group jumped out of the way into the rusted cars for safety. The maniac missed them, and Jacket continued to drive around the complex to find any more that stood in his way. While driving, he was still being shot at the orcs that stood at higher ground. To get rid of those thugs, Jacket looked at the buttons again and pressed another random one. On top of the vehicle, there was a large ice cream cone with a swirl on top that was bolted on and painted black to go along with the rest of the truck's color.
Once the certain button was pressed, the ice cream transformed into an automatic sentry gun that had a minigun mounted to it. The barrels spun as the machine detected the above ground targets. A series of bullets were continuously fired out of the sentry gun with the superior technological accuracy that tore the orcs up. Any orc that was sighted in front of the sentry gun was torn by the bullets and immediately dead. The sentry kept aiming back and forth in quick precision response. It made a lot of noise from the barrels firing rapidly. Soon after, most of the orcs were dead from the mounted sentry gun. The smart ones hid from Jacket and even made calls on their Dataverse devices for reinforcements.
Jacket patrolled the area several times to see if any orcs were still alive while the sentry beeped each time it moved the minigun from left to right. He drove slowly through the compound to see if any still wanted action.
"I can't take it anymore, we're dead if we don't make another move," A thuggish orc said quietly while hiding with his pal, underneath a junked van.
Fear came across his face and foul thoughts began mentally playing with his mind that he had a good chance of escaping.
"Are you fucking crazy, you'll turn into ground beef if that crazy-ass lunatic comes across you. I say the smart thing to do as of now is waiting here until help has arrived." The rough looking orc with tattoos down his arms and neck disagreed softly in the conversation.
"You're wanting to rely on help?!? Well, what happens if that is the same damn masked murdering prime from the past. I guarantee you that's him behind the wheel. When help arrives, they might not still help this situation," the thug orc stated in a quiet tone again while wiping his nose.
"Fine, it's your funeral then," the tattooed orc replied quickly while they hear the truck humming off in the distance.
"This is the right time to start running, that monster isn't close now," the feared orc said while readying to make his way out from underneath the van.
That was the final sentence to their planning and the thug moved quickly out from their hiding spot, leaving his colleague behind. He made a sprint toward the perimeter fence to climb over and escaped. His heart pounded faster and faster with sweat forming around his body. The orc's eyes focused on his surroundings for caution. From twenty-five yards away, his mind was thinking of home free. Closing in at fifteen yards, the truck's engine grew louder than before. Suddenly, the thug's hopes started to decline from the unwelcoming noise. Around the corner, came Jacket in the armored ice cream truck. He swerved and blocked the path of the mobster in the nick of time. The headlights from the vehicle blinded the orc's eyes and his life flashed before him. Barrels of the sentry began to spin with a series of bullets, tearing the orc apart by bits and chunks of flesh. Blood and gore spread the ground after the sentry gun identified the target was no longer living. The truck drove over the gory corpse as Jacket made another round to search for any more survivors throughout the depot.
Soon enough, reinforcements have arrived in blacked out Mercedes sedans and Range Rovers. It was a convoy of them that clogged up the front entrance gate. The vehicles were put into park and loads of weaponized orcs got out of the cars. Jacket drove to the front entrance and slammed on the breaks from facing the overwhelming force. They all shoot at the armored vehicle but Jacket stomped his foot on the gas pedal to cause the truck's tires to smoke and screech as it accelerates toward them, quickly. The sentry gun fired the remaining bullets it had left in its ammo box that was attached to the side of the gun. When Jacket was just a couple hundred feet away from the mafia roadblock, the automatic sentry ran dry and could no longer shoot.
Some orcs ran away from their parked vehicles as Jacket got dangerously close with the armored medium size duty ice cream truck, but others held their ground, stupidly. The truck ran straight through the mafia's cars and SUVs as if it was an unstoppable freight train. Cars went flying backward and rolling over from the sheer force. There were some that spun out of the way as the armored truck made its way straight through. The orcs that stood in the way got either killed or life-threatening wounds on the scene. Survivors of this continued to fire as the ice cream truck drifted out of the entrance and headed the opposite direction, away from the mobsters.
They called in an emergency response on their walkie-talkies that their warfare-built vehicle just got stolen. Jacket continued to make random turns at each corner to see if he could get the mafia off his tail. Not much traffic was present in this district still but soon enough, he could see a group of headlights that were speeding up closer in his side mirrors.
Jacket put the vehicle into drive and began rolling out of the garage. He turned the headlights on to see his way through the smoke and darkness. One orc began opening fire after the explosion than soon after, the rest joined in. Headlights could be seen coming through the smoke and their firepower pinged or ricochet off the armored vehicle. After firing those missiles, the vehicle withdrew the arms automatically and closed them up inside the side compartments. When the smoke cleared, they could see their target and it left a butterfly feeling inside their stomachs. Some backed up slowly and realized it was one of their most prized vehicles on this property that was being operated. Jacket slammed the gas pedal down very hard to cause his tires to squeal and spin. The truck gained fast speed and ran over a couple of orcs that couldn't get out of the way in time.
All the remainder continued to reload and use all their ammunition up to stop this ice cream truck of destruction. Jacket turned the steering wheel in a strong and fast manner to cause the vehicle to drift a little than face toward the orcs. The engine revved two times before Jacket slammed the gas pedal hard with his foot again. His driving was exactly in the style of a lunatic behind the wheel. Orcs kept opening fire on the armored truck with hope to pierce the armor. There was no luck in that and Jacket ran over a couple more orcs that didn't jump out of the way in time. Bones and flesh were crushed under the truck's wheels along with terrifying screams coming from the tough thug mobsters that are now under the truck. They were killed in the process as Jacket passed over their gruesome corpses. Many began spreading out around the complex to destroy this unstoppable vehicle. Jacket raced around in the maze-like mini Junkyard to hunt down the remainder orcs.
Some climbed up high among the tower of junk hover cars and vehicles to get an advantage of not being hit by the massive ice cream truck. Jacket ran down one larger orc that got in his way which caused the truck to bounce up and down after crushing the mobster under his wheels. He drifted around the curves of the junkyard as he caught up with a couple more orcs that were running for their lives. As Jacket was on their tail, the group jumped out of the way into the rusted cars for safety. The maniac missed them, and Jacket continued to drive around the complex to find any more that stood in his way. While driving, he was still being shot at the orcs that stood at higher ground. To get rid of those thugs, Jacket looked at the buttons again and pressed another random one. On top of the vehicle, there was a large ice cream cone with a swirl on top that was bolted on and painted black to go along with the rest of the truck's color.
Once the certain button was pressed, the ice cream transformed into an automatic sentry gun that had a minigun mounted to it. The barrels spun as the machine detected the above ground targets. A series of bullets were continuously fired out of the sentry gun with the superior technological accuracy that tore the orcs up. Any orc that was sighted in front of the sentry gun was torn by the bullets and immediately dead. The sentry kept aiming back and forth in quick precision response. It made a lot of noise from the barrels firing rapidly. Soon after, most of the orcs were dead from the mounted sentry gun. The smart ones hid from Jacket and even made calls on their Dataverse devices for reinforcements.
Jacket patrolled the area several times to see if any orcs were still alive while the sentry beeped each time it moved the minigun from left to right. He drove slowly through the compound to see if any still wanted action.
"I can't take it anymore, we're dead if we don't make another move," A thuggish orc said quietly while hiding with his pal, underneath a junked van.
Fear came across his face and foul thoughts began mentally playing with his mind that he had a good chance of escaping.
"Are you fucking crazy, you'll turn into ground beef if that crazy-ass lunatic comes across you. I say the smart thing to do as of now is waiting here until help has arrived." The rough looking orc with tattoos down his arms and neck disagreed softly in the conversation.
"You're wanting to rely on help?!? Well, what happens if that is the same damn masked murdering prime from the past. I guarantee you that's him behind the wheel. When help arrives, they might not still help this situation," the thug orc stated in a quiet tone again while wiping his nose.
"Fine, it's your funeral then," the tattooed orc replied quickly while they hear the truck humming off in the distance.
"This is the right time to start running, that monster isn't close now," the feared orc said while readying to make his way out from underneath the van.
That was the final sentence to their planning and the thug moved quickly out from their hiding spot, leaving his colleague behind. He made a sprint toward the perimeter fence to climb over and escaped. His heart pounded faster and faster with sweat forming around his body. The orc's eyes focused on his surroundings for caution. From twenty-five yards away, his mind was thinking of home free. Closing in at fifteen yards, the truck's engine grew louder than before. Suddenly, the thug's hopes started to decline from the unwelcoming noise. Around the corner, came Jacket in the armored ice cream truck. He swerved and blocked the path of the mobster in the nick of time. The headlights from the vehicle blinded the orc's eyes and his life flashed before him. Barrels of the sentry began to spin with a series of bullets, tearing the orc apart by bits and chunks of flesh. Blood and gore spread the ground after the sentry gun identified the target was no longer living. The truck drove over the gory corpse as Jacket made another round to search for any more survivors throughout the depot.
Soon enough, reinforcements have arrived in blacked out Mercedes sedans and Range Rovers. It was a convoy of them that clogged up the front entrance gate. The vehicles were put into park and loads of weaponized orcs got out of the cars. Jacket drove to the front entrance and slammed on the breaks from facing the overwhelming force. They all shoot at the armored vehicle but Jacket stomped his foot on the gas pedal to cause the truck's tires to smoke and screech as it accelerates toward them, quickly. The sentry gun fired the remaining bullets it had left in its ammo box that was attached to the side of the gun. When Jacket was just a couple hundred feet away from the mafia roadblock, the automatic sentry ran dry and could no longer shoot.
Some orcs ran away from their parked vehicles as Jacket got dangerously close with the armored medium size duty ice cream truck, but others held their ground, stupidly. The truck ran straight through the mafia's cars and SUVs as if it was an unstoppable freight train. Cars went flying backward and rolling over from the sheer force. There were some that spun out of the way as the armored truck made its way straight through. The orcs that stood in the way got either killed or life-threatening wounds on the scene. Survivors of this continued to fire as the ice cream truck drifted out of the entrance and headed the opposite direction, away from the mobsters.
They called in an emergency response on their walkie-talkies that their warfare-built vehicle just got stolen. Jacket continued to make random turns at each corner to see if he could get the mafia off his tail. Not much traffic was present in this district still but soon enough, he could see a group of headlights that were speeding up closer in his side mirrors.
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