06-21-2017, 07:14 PM
Mad Bull spun the wheel of the Buick and the rusty old car teetered on two rubber tires as he swung the vehicle around a corner.
CRASH!!!
Bricks and masonry catapulted through the air as one of the traffic droid’s telescoping arms lashed out but missed the speeding car. The spider-like monstrosity clanked it's metallic legs at a frightening pace and left nasty divots in the pavement of the street. The quick evasion had bought Sergeant John Estes some precious time, but the seasoned law officer knew the robot would be near enough to tear the vehicle… and him… apart in seconds.
Holding one hand to the wheel, MAD BULL 34 unholstered his Smith & Wesson revolver and poked his head out the window again.
FOOOOOOOSH!
A telescoping arm soared across the distance between the traffic droid and the Buick, just narrowly missing the lawman's head. The sudden gust of wind blew off Mad Bull's police cap and he swore wildly. Steadying the wheel with one hand, he stuck his other arm out the window and took aim.
KAPOW!
ting!
A .38 special round echoed through the canyons of cityscape, but the killer meter maid had shown no sign of slowing.
“Goddamn rotten machines taking the jobs of good cops,” he muttered. “Eat lead, metal-head!!”
KAPOW!
KAPOW!
KAPOW!
Another three shots rang out in quick succession, but the device barely budged.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Mad Bull exclaimed, retreating back into the cab of the speeding car. The dial on the fuel gauge was well past the red line marked with an E. The engine was beginning to cough out it's last fumey gasps, but the officer could see the tall skyscraper at the center of the city not far distant. The safe house was near, but how that monster would pick him apart before he could even make it to the swinging doors of the building.
Mad Bull rolled the wheel, skidding the Buick to a halt. Just outside the safehouse entrance. With the driver's side window now facing the traffic droid, the Sergeant rummaged into his supply bag and took out his Remington 870 police-issue shotgun. His meaty foot kicked open the car door as he chambered the first shell into the barrel.
click-CLACK!
The officer leveled the barrel at the traffic droid and let loose a salvo of destruction.
WAAKOWW!!!
click-CLACK!
WAAKOWW!!!
After the dust settled, the only thing left of the droid was a pile of scrap and a tuft of unissued tickets. With bold assurance, Mad Bull strode into the safe house
CRASH!!!
Bricks and masonry catapulted through the air as one of the traffic droid’s telescoping arms lashed out but missed the speeding car. The spider-like monstrosity clanked it's metallic legs at a frightening pace and left nasty divots in the pavement of the street. The quick evasion had bought Sergeant John Estes some precious time, but the seasoned law officer knew the robot would be near enough to tear the vehicle… and him… apart in seconds.
Holding one hand to the wheel, MAD BULL 34 unholstered his Smith & Wesson revolver and poked his head out the window again.
FOOOOOOOSH!
A telescoping arm soared across the distance between the traffic droid and the Buick, just narrowly missing the lawman's head. The sudden gust of wind blew off Mad Bull's police cap and he swore wildly. Steadying the wheel with one hand, he stuck his other arm out the window and took aim.
KAPOW!
ting!
A .38 special round echoed through the canyons of cityscape, but the killer meter maid had shown no sign of slowing.
“Goddamn rotten machines taking the jobs of good cops,” he muttered. “Eat lead, metal-head!!”
KAPOW!
KAPOW!
KAPOW!
Another three shots rang out in quick succession, but the device barely budged.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Mad Bull exclaimed, retreating back into the cab of the speeding car. The dial on the fuel gauge was well past the red line marked with an E. The engine was beginning to cough out it's last fumey gasps, but the officer could see the tall skyscraper at the center of the city not far distant. The safe house was near, but how that monster would pick him apart before he could even make it to the swinging doors of the building.
Mad Bull rolled the wheel, skidding the Buick to a halt. Just outside the safehouse entrance. With the driver's side window now facing the traffic droid, the Sergeant rummaged into his supply bag and took out his Remington 870 police-issue shotgun. His meaty foot kicked open the car door as he chambered the first shell into the barrel.
click-CLACK!
The officer leveled the barrel at the traffic droid and let loose a salvo of destruction.
WAAKOWW!!!
click-CLACK!
WAAKOWW!!!
After the dust settled, the only thing left of the droid was a pile of scrap and a tuft of unissued tickets. With bold assurance, Mad Bull strode into the safe house
Quote: Mad Bull moving from C21 to C Safehouse