06-13-2017, 01:26 PM
FAKAAFAKAAFAKAAFAKAA!!!
The bullet resistant glass of the police cruiser filled with worrying cracks as AK-47 fire splashed across the windshield, compelling both law officers to instinctively duck. The stocky redheaded woman cackled with glee as she tossed away the banana-shaped rifle clip, snapped another in its place, and pulled back the firing bolt.
Yahagaha!” She cried as she unleashed hell on the two cops again.
FAKAAFAKAAFAKAAFAKAA!!!
Pardo, with lightening quick reflexes, jerked the wheel and weaved the cruiser out of the bullet’s deadly path. The machine gun was resonating with echoing fury, ricocheting slugs dangerously off the tarmac and into the surrounding traffic. The cruiser bounced, banging Sergeant Estes’ head against the roof of the car as Pardo humped over the sidewalk and dashed the vehicle along the pedestrian path.
Mad Bull furrowed his brow and rubbed his bruised skull. “Where'd you learn to drive you half-witted son of a…”
“Stop running your mouth and just ice that bitch, would ya, Sleepy?” the detective retorted.
The double backdoors of the van banged open and shut as the criminals careened and hugged a tight left turn at an upcoming intersection. The woman lurched and grabbed hold of the van’s side wall, her onslaught of bullets momentarily interrupted.
KAPOW!
Mad Bull squeezed his massive body halfway through the passenger side window, took aim at the woman and fired off his fifth .38 special round.
Tong!
The woman threw herself against the floor of the speeding van as the revolver’s bullet resounded against one of the swinging double doors. A foot wide circle of the metal on the back door was imploded, as if a meteor had struck the vehicle. She clutched her AK-47 closely, like a child seeking the comfort of a Teddy Bear and thought, “Holy shit! That was almost my goddamn head!”
Mad Bull grumbled as he tried to steady his hands. Both cars were racing at breakneck speeds, and each bump in the road or turn of the wheel was breaking his aim. He looked into the cylinder as the two partners followed in hot pursuit; only a single bullet remained. “Better make this one count.”
Pardo’s knuckles were white and locked in a vise-like grip against the wheel. Manny had counted the Sergeant’s shots and knew the grizzled vet could only carry six cartridges in that antiquated gun of his. “Hold on you fucking gorilla, let me get you a little closer,” Pardo said with grim determination. Mad Bull grunted his assent, bracing his body that still poked out the window, trying to get a bead on the target. Meanwhile, the woman had regained her footing and was trying likewise to steady her aim on the cruiser.
Manny hit the gas and the much faster cruiser brushed against the back bumper of the van. The criminal’s getaway car rocked on its axles and the woman let out a cry of surprise as she fell on her back to the floor of the van. In her sudden panic she pulled the trigger of her weapon, emptying another full clip in wild directions.
WEOOoooooo...
The siren on the cop car pathetically died out after the rifle’s fire destroyed the device in a sudden spray of blue and red colored glass. More worryingly though, the cruiser's engine began to knock and smoke plumed out of holes punched into the hood. Manny pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down, giving the cruiser one last burst of speed before the engine pumped its last piston. The woman tightly held onto to the floor; the van was going to fast for her to stand up.
Within seconds the cruiser had scrapped along the side of the van and pulled up even, driver-to-driver. The gran alien blinked it's three eyestalks in disbelief and pounded his fists against his steering wheel, urging the van forward and away from this murderous pair of cops.
“Blast 'em, Sleepy.” Manny shouted through the deafening howl of roaring engines.
KAPOW!
Mad Bull's sixth and final shot catapulted through the passenger side window of the van, across the cab, and splatted out the alien’s head and further still through the driver's side window. Greenish grey blood and yellow skin had exploded within the cab, painting the windshield and seats with the tattered gory splorts of the driver's head. Torn flaps of skin limply fluttered at the stump of his neck; for a millisecond the corpse sat in place like that, it's hands still on the wheel in a ghastly imitation of life. The headless driver eventually slumped and the decapitated neck flopped wetly onto the steering wheel, blaring the horn. The driver's foot remained firm on the gas pedal, but a small bump in the road jostled them off, plunging the van into a haphazard sideways tumbled.
The police cruiser's engine puttered out and died, leaving the two cops to sit stunned within their seats as the speeding van turned side over side, twisting and gnashing it's metal body against the debris strewn street. With a final metallic crunch, the van collided with a fire hydrant and crumbled like a discarded box of crackers. Smoke and dust thrown up by the collision created grey haze and the destroyed hydrant was shooting a thick stream of water into the air. Dozens of startled pedestrians began to gather around the wreckage, hoping to steal a look at a mangled body. Detective Manny Pardo and Sergeant John Estes began to make their way on foot to the scene of the accident.
The stocky redheaded woman limped out of the back of the van. She looked dazed from the stomach churning roll of the van and blood covered her scalp. One of her arms hung loosely at her side; it had been twisted and broken inhumanly during the collision. Water, sprayed by the broken hydrant, dripped like rain onto her blood-caked cheeks, rousing her from the moment's confusion. She fumbled weakly with the AK-47 still tethered to her by it's shoulder strap as she peered half awake through the fog of destruction.
Manny grabbed the collar of Estes’ blue police shirt and yanked the bulky officer downward behind a parked car for cover. They peered through the windows of the abandoned vehicle at the woman. The bloodthirsty redhead was scanning her surroundings, searching for the two killer cops that had given her so much trouble today. Traffic had backed up and stopped while pedestrians had gathered a relatively safe distance from the maniac woman and accident. She looked through the hazy streets filled with smoke, misty water and cautious onlookers. Her lips twitched in pained fury and she squeezed off three or four shots at the sky in frustration. The crowd screamed and began to surge in the opposite direction.
Sergeant Estes flicked open the cylinder of his Smith & Wesson revolver. Empty. He looked at his partner and his Mossberg 500 shotgun. It was a powerful weapon, but would only pepper the woman from their hiding spot 50 yards distant.
“Any ideas, Sleepy? Is it time to call in for backup?”
“Fuck backup,” MAD BULL muttered as groped one of his paws into his jockstrap.
“Hey, this ain't the time for that…” Manny started, until he suddenly stopped and looked wide-eyed at what the Sergeant had pulled out.
“I..I..is that standard issue?” Pardo stammered as he looked at the musky smelling hand grenade John Estes was wielding.
MAD BULL's smirking reply seemed to suggest it was not as he pulled the pin. He waited a second, then tossed the bomb at the woman's feet.
It landed right on target with a soft metallic click. The woman’s eyes had followed the arc of the grenade lobbed at her. She grew pale and fumbled with her rifle.
Tick.
She tossed the weapon to the ground and squatted down by the timed explosive.
Tick.
Her broken arm waved uselessly while her other struggled to grasp the grenade.
Tick.
Her eyes were wide with fear as she stood and cocked her arm to toss the bomb back to the two cops.
BLAAKOOOOM!
Blood and guts showered the city streets, diffused into a fine pink mist by the spraying hydrant. Heavier chunks fell down to the earth, as if it was raining bags of raw ground beef. The two officers walked slowly towards the crumbled van and the black smudge where the woman had once stood. The two cops were washed over in carnage, their cloths stained red as the torrent of gore dripped all over their grinning faces.
“I don't know why, but I feel like gettin’ burgers,” Sleepy remarked to his partner.
“I'll tell you what Sergeant, you promise to write the report on this one, and I'll buy.” Manny replied with comradely pleasure.
The burly cop patted his stout belly. “Famous last words, partner!”
CASE CLOSED!
The bullet resistant glass of the police cruiser filled with worrying cracks as AK-47 fire splashed across the windshield, compelling both law officers to instinctively duck. The stocky redheaded woman cackled with glee as she tossed away the banana-shaped rifle clip, snapped another in its place, and pulled back the firing bolt.
Yahagaha!” She cried as she unleashed hell on the two cops again.
FAKAAFAKAAFAKAAFAKAA!!!
Pardo, with lightening quick reflexes, jerked the wheel and weaved the cruiser out of the bullet’s deadly path. The machine gun was resonating with echoing fury, ricocheting slugs dangerously off the tarmac and into the surrounding traffic. The cruiser bounced, banging Sergeant Estes’ head against the roof of the car as Pardo humped over the sidewalk and dashed the vehicle along the pedestrian path.
Mad Bull furrowed his brow and rubbed his bruised skull. “Where'd you learn to drive you half-witted son of a…”
“Stop running your mouth and just ice that bitch, would ya, Sleepy?” the detective retorted.
The double backdoors of the van banged open and shut as the criminals careened and hugged a tight left turn at an upcoming intersection. The woman lurched and grabbed hold of the van’s side wall, her onslaught of bullets momentarily interrupted.
KAPOW!
Mad Bull squeezed his massive body halfway through the passenger side window, took aim at the woman and fired off his fifth .38 special round.
Tong!
The woman threw herself against the floor of the speeding van as the revolver’s bullet resounded against one of the swinging double doors. A foot wide circle of the metal on the back door was imploded, as if a meteor had struck the vehicle. She clutched her AK-47 closely, like a child seeking the comfort of a Teddy Bear and thought, “Holy shit! That was almost my goddamn head!”
Mad Bull grumbled as he tried to steady his hands. Both cars were racing at breakneck speeds, and each bump in the road or turn of the wheel was breaking his aim. He looked into the cylinder as the two partners followed in hot pursuit; only a single bullet remained. “Better make this one count.”
Pardo’s knuckles were white and locked in a vise-like grip against the wheel. Manny had counted the Sergeant’s shots and knew the grizzled vet could only carry six cartridges in that antiquated gun of his. “Hold on you fucking gorilla, let me get you a little closer,” Pardo said with grim determination. Mad Bull grunted his assent, bracing his body that still poked out the window, trying to get a bead on the target. Meanwhile, the woman had regained her footing and was trying likewise to steady her aim on the cruiser.
Manny hit the gas and the much faster cruiser brushed against the back bumper of the van. The criminal’s getaway car rocked on its axles and the woman let out a cry of surprise as she fell on her back to the floor of the van. In her sudden panic she pulled the trigger of her weapon, emptying another full clip in wild directions.
WEOOoooooo...
The siren on the cop car pathetically died out after the rifle’s fire destroyed the device in a sudden spray of blue and red colored glass. More worryingly though, the cruiser's engine began to knock and smoke plumed out of holes punched into the hood. Manny pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down, giving the cruiser one last burst of speed before the engine pumped its last piston. The woman tightly held onto to the floor; the van was going to fast for her to stand up.
Within seconds the cruiser had scrapped along the side of the van and pulled up even, driver-to-driver. The gran alien blinked it's three eyestalks in disbelief and pounded his fists against his steering wheel, urging the van forward and away from this murderous pair of cops.
“Blast 'em, Sleepy.” Manny shouted through the deafening howl of roaring engines.
KAPOW!
Mad Bull's sixth and final shot catapulted through the passenger side window of the van, across the cab, and splatted out the alien’s head and further still through the driver's side window. Greenish grey blood and yellow skin had exploded within the cab, painting the windshield and seats with the tattered gory splorts of the driver's head. Torn flaps of skin limply fluttered at the stump of his neck; for a millisecond the corpse sat in place like that, it's hands still on the wheel in a ghastly imitation of life. The headless driver eventually slumped and the decapitated neck flopped wetly onto the steering wheel, blaring the horn. The driver's foot remained firm on the gas pedal, but a small bump in the road jostled them off, plunging the van into a haphazard sideways tumbled.
The police cruiser's engine puttered out and died, leaving the two cops to sit stunned within their seats as the speeding van turned side over side, twisting and gnashing it's metal body against the debris strewn street. With a final metallic crunch, the van collided with a fire hydrant and crumbled like a discarded box of crackers. Smoke and dust thrown up by the collision created grey haze and the destroyed hydrant was shooting a thick stream of water into the air. Dozens of startled pedestrians began to gather around the wreckage, hoping to steal a look at a mangled body. Detective Manny Pardo and Sergeant John Estes began to make their way on foot to the scene of the accident.
The stocky redheaded woman limped out of the back of the van. She looked dazed from the stomach churning roll of the van and blood covered her scalp. One of her arms hung loosely at her side; it had been twisted and broken inhumanly during the collision. Water, sprayed by the broken hydrant, dripped like rain onto her blood-caked cheeks, rousing her from the moment's confusion. She fumbled weakly with the AK-47 still tethered to her by it's shoulder strap as she peered half awake through the fog of destruction.
Manny grabbed the collar of Estes’ blue police shirt and yanked the bulky officer downward behind a parked car for cover. They peered through the windows of the abandoned vehicle at the woman. The bloodthirsty redhead was scanning her surroundings, searching for the two killer cops that had given her so much trouble today. Traffic had backed up and stopped while pedestrians had gathered a relatively safe distance from the maniac woman and accident. She looked through the hazy streets filled with smoke, misty water and cautious onlookers. Her lips twitched in pained fury and she squeezed off three or four shots at the sky in frustration. The crowd screamed and began to surge in the opposite direction.
Sergeant Estes flicked open the cylinder of his Smith & Wesson revolver. Empty. He looked at his partner and his Mossberg 500 shotgun. It was a powerful weapon, but would only pepper the woman from their hiding spot 50 yards distant.
“Any ideas, Sleepy? Is it time to call in for backup?”
“Fuck backup,” MAD BULL muttered as groped one of his paws into his jockstrap.
“Hey, this ain't the time for that…” Manny started, until he suddenly stopped and looked wide-eyed at what the Sergeant had pulled out.
“I..I..is that standard issue?” Pardo stammered as he looked at the musky smelling hand grenade John Estes was wielding.
MAD BULL's smirking reply seemed to suggest it was not as he pulled the pin. He waited a second, then tossed the bomb at the woman's feet.
It landed right on target with a soft metallic click. The woman’s eyes had followed the arc of the grenade lobbed at her. She grew pale and fumbled with her rifle.
Tick.
She tossed the weapon to the ground and squatted down by the timed explosive.
Tick.
Her broken arm waved uselessly while her other struggled to grasp the grenade.
Tick.
Her eyes were wide with fear as she stood and cocked her arm to toss the bomb back to the two cops.
BLAAKOOOOM!
Blood and guts showered the city streets, diffused into a fine pink mist by the spraying hydrant. Heavier chunks fell down to the earth, as if it was raining bags of raw ground beef. The two officers walked slowly towards the crumbled van and the black smudge where the woman had once stood. The two cops were washed over in carnage, their cloths stained red as the torrent of gore dripped all over their grinning faces.
“I don't know why, but I feel like gettin’ burgers,” Sleepy remarked to his partner.
“I'll tell you what Sergeant, you promise to write the report on this one, and I'll buy.” Manny replied with comradely pleasure.
The burly cop patted his stout belly. “Famous last words, partner!”
CASE CLOSED!