“Shit!” Mad Bull thought to himself, “”I gotta get a shot on that rat-bastard!” Groping through the crazed crowd, MAD BULL shoved his arm over the shoulder of a man wearing a scrubby business suit and fired another shot aimed at the blonde man’s bare, waxed chest.
KAPOW!
TINK!
The business men winced and cried out in pain, the explosion of the .38 special round in its chamber deafened his ears. The train lurched again as it rounded the corner to Karachi Plaza, throwing the shot wide, arcing it to instead punch into the assailant’s TEC-9. The heavy caliber bullet mangled the weapon, bending the barrel into a twist of warped steel.
MD GEIST leered a wolf-like grin at MAD BULL and tossed his now useless sub-machine pistol aside. He tucked the brown paper package into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and from the inside folds of it, withdrew a single hand grenade.
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MAD BULL, still trying to push through the dozens of terror-stricken passengers suddenly froze in place, the crowd pushing against him and trying to flee towards the front emergency exit he and Janie had originally come through. His eyes became wide in surprise, then narrowed in grim acceptance of the danger before him. His thick black mustache bristled as he gritted his teeth. The sergeant dove backwards to the floor of the train car, scores of people tripping on him and each other until their was a dog-pile of bodies on top of the him, pinning even his giant body firm against the rattling car.
MD GEIST scoffed and pulled the pin from the grenade. He held the release firmly in his hands until he had pulled himself up to the shattered back window of the train car. He took a look downward, gauged the 100 foot fall, and casually dropped the primed grenade before he himself took the dive from the train, over the tracks and down to the city far below.
Four seconds passed until the bomb ignited, melting the plastic seats and warping the steel beams of the train car. Shrapnel engulfed the horde of crazed people atop MAD BULL 34 and he could feel a drowning flood of their blood and guts spilling down to him, safe and insulated at the bottom of the pile. With a sudden final lurch, the train car careened off its tracks, derailing the cars tethered behind it as it spun, turning around and around tossing shards of metal and the limbs of passengers into the streets far below. The car spun again, and again, screeching steel sliding angularly across the exposed rail. It continued to pitch side over side until it finally reached its final deadly stop, still miraculously resting perpendicular atop the elevated tracks. A wide gash at the rear of the train car was blown out from the impact of the grenade, but its maker was nowhere to be seen.
Many moments passed before the smoke began to clear and the wounded managed to rouse themselves among the many dead. MAD BULL groaned and groped through the piles of corpses, clawing his way to the shattered windows and sweet freedom and safety of nearby Karachi Plaza.
CASE CLOSED!
KAPOW!
TINK!
The business men winced and cried out in pain, the explosion of the .38 special round in its chamber deafened his ears. The train lurched again as it rounded the corner to Karachi Plaza, throwing the shot wide, arcing it to instead punch into the assailant’s TEC-9. The heavy caliber bullet mangled the weapon, bending the barrel into a twist of warped steel.
MD GEIST leered a wolf-like grin at MAD BULL and tossed his now useless sub-machine pistol aside. He tucked the brown paper package into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and from the inside folds of it, withdrew a single hand grenade.
MAD BULL, still trying to push through the dozens of terror-stricken passengers suddenly froze in place, the crowd pushing against him and trying to flee towards the front emergency exit he and Janie had originally come through. His eyes became wide in surprise, then narrowed in grim acceptance of the danger before him. His thick black mustache bristled as he gritted his teeth. The sergeant dove backwards to the floor of the train car, scores of people tripping on him and each other until their was a dog-pile of bodies on top of the him, pinning even his giant body firm against the rattling car.
MD GEIST scoffed and pulled the pin from the grenade. He held the release firmly in his hands until he had pulled himself up to the shattered back window of the train car. He took a look downward, gauged the 100 foot fall, and casually dropped the primed grenade before he himself took the dive from the train, over the tracks and down to the city far below.
Four seconds passed until the bomb ignited, melting the plastic seats and warping the steel beams of the train car. Shrapnel engulfed the horde of crazed people atop MAD BULL 34 and he could feel a drowning flood of their blood and guts spilling down to him, safe and insulated at the bottom of the pile. With a sudden final lurch, the train car careened off its tracks, derailing the cars tethered behind it as it spun, turning around and around tossing shards of metal and the limbs of passengers into the streets far below. The car spun again, and again, screeching steel sliding angularly across the exposed rail. It continued to pitch side over side until it finally reached its final deadly stop, still miraculously resting perpendicular atop the elevated tracks. A wide gash at the rear of the train car was blown out from the impact of the grenade, but its maker was nowhere to be seen.
Many moments passed before the smoke began to clear and the wounded managed to rouse themselves among the many dead. MAD BULL groaned and groped through the piles of corpses, clawing his way to the shattered windows and sweet freedom and safety of nearby Karachi Plaza.
CASE CLOSED!