Post by Ms. Lucy on Jan 6, 2012 4:35:15 GMT -5
It was a cold night in Primrose, with winter on the horizon. With the small rainfall onto the barren road of which many a customer would be lining up to enter the great speakeasy that Lucy had so invested in, bits and pieces of the workers building up themselves into this place... Lucy, Remo, Jack, hell probably even Maxine! It was something of a family. More than a bar under the floorboards of a flower shop. It was a piece of art... The drink trucks rolled in... but what was supposed to be three only one came. One side, facing out of the way of the flower shop window, was completely riddled in bullet holes.
Two men were inside the truck. They were doused in dark clothing, the only color being the sheen of their metal face masks and the white shining spade cufflinks. Black suits, black vests, black ties, black all. On one of the face masks was a symbol for a King on playing cards. The other man, smaller but still large in muscled physique, had seven white spades on his mask.
King was the first to speak, "How long do we have?"
Seven looked at his watch and calculated quickly, "Ten minutes."
King only chuckled, "More than enough time. You sure this is the place?"
Seven spoke softly to the man on his left, "Yeah, there's a point when a man's telling the truth by how he sticks to his story." King chuckled softly and patted the other, "Alright, brother.. Let's do this." King left the car seat to plant a timer on the roll of dynamite on the side of the truck. Seven walked out of the truck and made sure his coat covered himself up. When two of the black men who are usually on duty, as well as Lucy's own workers, came to pick up the liquor Seven opened his overcoat to reveal his armaments. He was absolutely stacked: pistol holsters, two Thompson slings, on his back was a BAR, and the rest was ammo and armor. He took out his two Thompson sub-machine guns and open fired on the men, killing them instantly in a rain of lead. King came back, his own armaments being a M1919 machine gun with a forward grip to hold it like a shoulder-fired weapon, with bandoliers of ammunition around him and two sawn-off Browning Auto-5 shotguns. The two armored and armed brothers walked through the flower shop, putting down any opposition that they met with with swift precision. Once done, they got out to go to the main entrance. All the customers were lined up to spend all their money on booze, women, and cheap poker... The brothers stood silent... and opened fire.
Lucy was looking like a creature of function, at least clothes-wise. The woman was vanity embodied when not in survival mode, and her current predicament showed such. Juxtaposed, grime and glamour clashed. Those eyes were spellbinding, framed in black shadow all while her lashes bloomed with dark drama. She was chanelling the inner showgirl of old, ditching the subtle and feminine pastels for something a bit more sexy. Lucious curls were allowed to drape, as per usual, and romantic strings of pearls dripped from her ears. On her body though was a plain, and rather aged, button up; eggshell white. Vinny's old suspenders still hung on her...even her shoulders still couldn't lose the weight of him, apparently. His old trousers finished the ensemble. He used to be a thin thing, but then again, she did have to wear a belt still. Maxine was with her, and Remo too, nestled atop a barrel.
"He's late..." The punctual doctor would say with a sigh as he eyed his watch.
"I know..." Lucy's eyes looked to the ceiling with a frown. It wasn't like him to be tardy... She was worried, just a touch, remembering the last late delivery... "And da' boys are gonna open up any second now...shit, fuck 'em...we're just gonna' hafta' put out what was left from las' nigh-"
Her throat grew dry in an instant, and that black heart seemed to evaporate, leaving her pale with sureness of what she'd just heard rattling on her walls; the creole would know those sounds anywhere..The even, quick taps of gunfire was something that echo'ed well in these walls of carved stone. Instantly, the screams came, but were quickly melting away into the vicious sputter until they would be completely drowned. Death soaked the atmosphere. Wild eyes shot to the pair in her midst.
"Run...RUN!"
Her .38 was always on hip and loaded. She had no backup ammo...just six shots... This worry would fade as the hammer was cocked, hopefully, there weren're more than three, that would leave each with a pair of bullets, and therefore a fifty percent chance of survival. Her other hand was given a far gentler task of shoo'ing the pair off. Was she really being valiant? Caring for those other than herself?
"Ge da' fuck outta' here!" She'd scream it through her teeth as those teals locked onto the door that led out to the hall. Blood speckled the air as the doorman was mowed down by eight or so rounds.
Remo would already have his gun at the ready. "Have you lost your mind?! Do you hear that? They're auto to semi-auto rifles they've got...I can't leave you here.."
The sounds of semi-automatic rifles were unfamiliar to the lunatic, but she knew the screams of the frightened and dying anywhere. Although it would have been much smarter for her to obey Lucy, she didn't, instead arming herself with her razor and ducking behind the counter next to the other woman. She should have been afraid, but she wasn't. Her attention would be locked on the Cajun for direction, as she didn't want to risk looking over the counter to see what was going on. Before the guns had gone off, she had been very intrigued by something on the ceiling. But now, she was trying very hard to hear something over the screams. Was it vultures? Or just squishy human affiliates of them?
King kicked down the door, looking at the empty bar. Behind him was Seven loading his guns and the gorey mess that they left in the hallway... An absolute terror of garled flesh and bodies bleeding out or already dead. Seven nudged him to tell King he was near.
"LUUUUUUCCYYYYY! IIIII'M HOOOME!" King let out the loud bellow before letting loose several rounds into the tables and the desks.
Seven would nudge him again and say, "Can you keep it down? We're trying to get her alive..." King would look back at him and replied, "Shut up, how much time do we have left?"
"Uhhh- Three minutes. Cops get here in two."
King would shrug and say, "Good enough time for me." He went over to the bar and let loose a couple rounds into the alcohol, making a slurry, smelly mess that would seep into the feet of the three heroes. Several of Lucy's gaurd would finally come from the hallway; on the other side of it resided the betting ring, which was currently housing a healthy number of hired hands. They'd be braving the unknown, bullets straying through the doorway and toward the invading pair. Seven immediately dispatched them with a flurry of gunfire from his dual Thompsons. Only once did King get shot, a loud PANG! into his armor and he grunted but shown no signs of pain, not even giving a mistep. Seven would grimace under his mask and put the man down easy. Seven would give King an apologetic look and King would just shake his head in disappointment.
"Alright- Lucy, you're coming with us. Good and easy... your friends... well..." King took a step back so he could aim at the bar. "Come out in three..." King shouldered his weapon and racked the bolt to make sure it was clear for jamming, "Two..." Seven would look worriedly at King as he stared at the bar. King then said... "One." Loud gunfire was heard throughout the speakeasy, hundreds of bullets being fired into the bar and the casings would fall loudly on the hard floor.
Lucy Black had listened carefully the pair of voices, trying to give them identities, associations...but nothing came to memory. They were unknowns, at least to the best of her knowledge. His call of her name would only fuel a fire burning. They knew her name...they knew her place...where the fuck was Jack? A gripping paranoia was tugging at her heart...this wouldn't show though, as a finger ran over her lips, asking them both to stay quiet. He even knew where they were...shit, fuck... Who had sent them? Asimov...Vinny? He wouldn't...I mean, she'd shown mercy..she still lov-... The thought died as the thinly veiled threat King dished out was hinted toward Remo and Maxine. The counting only gave her more time to hope against the inevitable. Should she...shouldn't she. The bullets began, and Lucy'd put away her gun.
"ALRIGHT!" She'd wait for the gunfire to cease, and the tiny creole would stand, despite Remo's pleas for her to stop."Jus'...stop..I'll go, if ya' quit.." She looked to the attackers with uncertain anger, their masks warding things indeed.
Maxine heard the voices and decided that yes, they were indeed squishy. And human. And dirty, filthy affiliates of the vultures. The gunfire hurt her ears and left them ringing, but she could hear Lucy's voice distantly and saw her standing up. What was she doing? Did she not know what the vultures did to people? Maxine grabbed a hold of the other woman's pants and growled at her, a warning sound mixed up with a nonverbal 'what the fuck are you doing'. She thought of Jack, too, and wondered if he was a traitor. If he was a vulture. It would make sense. She looked up at Lucy, trying to use her mind to make her duck behind the counter and not go with the men.
King would stop firing and would simply let his gun point at the ground while he looked at Seven and give a small shrug.
"Easier than I thought." Seven would nod in agreement. King would then turn and say to them in a kinder voice, "Well now, thank you for being easy for us. Throw your guns on top of the bar and push them to the ground. Then whoever's with you, stand up."
King would take a few steps back, pointing his machine gun at either of them who would stand up but would not open fire. Seven took his guns and let them hang, holding one of the Thompsons as he looked at Lucy for the first time. He seemed to be hesitant to point his weapon at her, rather just keep it at the hip. His mask hiding emotions as well as his armored hat sitting atop his head, the brim covering some of the mask's features.
King would say to Lucy, "Come over here with your hands up, kick your gun towards my brother here. Whoever's with you stay there and stand."
Lucy's face was wooden with severity as she felt the weight of her gun in her wide pocket. There was the age old question...do I dare? Defiance was quiet, trying to hide and offer them ease as she thought. Each demand was met only with a dark stare as she felt Maxine's eyes. A boot nudged the girl, hoping she would quiet her whimpers. Why hadn't they escaped while she stalled. All they need do was crawl.
"No..." A cumulative answer for the requests of the masked villain. "I will make yo'r decisions for ya' fo' now...I will eat yo' time..." Her heart felt thick in her chest, strangling as she stared down the pointing gunman.
The police would show...and they weren't far. Her hands began to slowly lower. She was a perfect shot...but she didn't quit know if she was any kind of quick draw. Nerves became cooled as she gauged the reaction. Depending on who sent them dictated how much time she had left..
Maxine went quiet and let go of her pant leg, but didn't stand up or start to crawl away. She observed the shards of glass on the floor, and wondered if the gunmen were jumpy or not. They were shiny and would make a lot of noise if she threw them, but she wasn't sure if it was worth it. Especially if they had their guns pointed at Lucy, they would shoot her first as a kneejerk reaction. She didn't want to peek over the counter to see, lest she giver herself away. It was too well lit to sneak worth a damn, and there was no confusion for her to hide in. There wasn't much she could do besides for listen and stay hidden.
A car jerked in front of the flower shop; black sedan with a lot of room and a lot of seats. On top stood... oh shit. A latch to the roof opened up and what came out was a woman... dressed in black. She wore her own mask, a symbol of a queen with a spade on the cheek, and two eyeholes for her to see out of. Clad in a pinstripe suit, comfy yet armored, her slender hands gripped at the Browning .50 caliber M2 machine gun. Brand spanking new from the US Army and stolen recently from Benjamin's trucks. She racked the bolt back, chambering a dollar bill sized round and a half-an-inch thick. She sighted the Anti-aircraft sights down as the police cars started rolling in. A man, Caine, came out of the driver's seat. In his hands held a Finnish Mosin-Nagant. He looked up at Queen who nodded at him. She then opened fire with her ear-drum splitting machine gun.
Caine sighted his own rifle at the opposite side of the road and started picking pot shots at the police coming from the opposite direction. CRAC-CRAC-CRAC-CRAC. Sounds of the heavy-caliber rounds dumping down range would be heard.
King would look up and Seven swore under his breath, "We're late..." King only sighed and would aim his gun at Lucy, "You really... really aren't in the position to make decisions, Lucy. Now tell them to stand up.... or I'm going to light a fucking fire where the alcohol is." He withdrew a strike-anywhere match and struck it on the rough barrel of his gun. "The police as you know it are being shot to hell right now. We've got several cans of those .50s so we got time." He would yell out, "Kimmy, would you come in here, please?" He then waited before saying, "You have seconds. Lucy. Either whoever's behind you burns... or you come out with us and they stand up. Me and my brudda here wanna know whose sticking with you. Oh and your pistol please. Come on, you really think you're that sneaky?" The impression really wasn't all that hard to see in those baggy trousers of her.
Kimmy stepped out from behind the doorway and took her place next to King, she carried a handgun and nudged King in the side with it to get his full attention. "They have the coppers at bay, most of 'em turned tail after the first three squad cars got filled wit' holes, take your time Boss, but don't you play to long. I've got drinks to sell here." Only seconds of eye contact would be kept with Lucy's now ravenous pools. Kimmy quickly looked away, feeling that chill of shame coursing through her blood and making it cold..
"No hard feelings Ms.Lucy, Its business, nothing personal. Just do what They say and i will make sure your cared for after this." Kimmy turned her head to look again at Ms.Lucy. "Its better this way, trust me..." she was cut off suddenly as more gunfire could be heard from outside.
The Cajun's eyes had shut with a painfully slow pace. The alcohol reaked, reminding her of the death that was wafting on the stagnant breeze. One well placed shot and.. Idiots...why didn't they leave, they were all fucked anyway, why not try a survival tactic? With the chaos humming softly in the underground, and now the corner she was lodged in...it was over. Identification...she feared it almost more than death. What other choice was there though? Fingers snapped and then beckoned with a careful curl to her companions.
Remo would come from the back, wobbly on that injured knee, but his face would offer no grimace of the painful sort. He'd walk up, hands raised and set his revolver on the counter...and he'd look to Maxine to make sure she'd follow. Once they were moving, so was Lucy. A quick hop over the counter showed she wouldn't be avoiding her fate anymore. Those slender, pianist's fingers were up in the air for a moment, then one reached down to her pocketed gun. There were knives on her too...but she'd try to give them as little as possible. A beating was more than likely in her future anyhow.
Hand on the hilt, Kimmy's name had sounded in her ears, and evil curiosity bloomed in Lucy's teals. The pink haired girl turned toward the disguised menace, and Lucy'd think for a moment to shoot. But Maxine and Remo..damn them. Weak links she couldn't shelter. Patience would prove to be the victor as her .38 hit the floor.
"Da' darkest circle in hell is saved for trait'ah's Kimmy.." The girl's name would be hissed as she approached the hatted gunman. Something in her suddenly wanted him to shoot. "..Remembah 'dat..." She'd look at Seven, then to King, staring daggers. Kimmy...she simply couldn't eye anymore...or else something in her would snap...
That little mental-case took a moment to tuck her straight razor away in the band of her underwear before she rose. It was unladylike as fuck, but whatever. She was crazy and modesty was the least of her concerns just now. When she stood up and held her hands up, there was no trace of any weapon on her at all, her dress falling back into place like a curtain. She looked at the two masked men and the pink-haired woman, her scarred face contorting in an expression caught between a snarl and a smile. The latter was a cold, homicidal 'I'm going to tear your face off with my teeth and giggle as I do so' sort of thing, but a smile it was.
Seven took the gun as it was slid down, looking at Lucy's fine .38 revolver in his hands. He stared at it for awhile before she had approached him. King would then nod, "Good... You may go upstairs through the flower shop... Don't think about running, we know where you're going." He would wait until she was out of the room... though she would hear it. King would say softly, "Seven, shoot them." Seven look perplexed and would turn to him, "We got the girl, that was the deal." King shook his head, "Not what our contractor said to me..." Seven looked dumbfounded and sighed, he turned to leave as King did. Seven stopped at the door and unloaded a .38 shell into Maxine and Remo as he turned away to leave.
Kimmy had stood and simply nodded as those words filled with so much disgust and hate were spoken to her. Fighting back tears, she took a seat against the wall and felt deep down that her place now was in hell. It was a mad world though, kill or be killed, and nothing was going to place her in that fire just yet.
Lucy turned around...it would easiest to go up the ladder through the green house. Remo was staring dead at her...and all she could do was stare back. A whisper would land on his ear as she passed...knowing it may be for the last time, along with the slightest of kisses.
"It was fun while it lasted though...wasn't it?"
She'd come to find the truck outside, looking at it as if it were the devil's taxi. It was waiting for her...and then pair of bullets could be heard, buried below the sidewalk. She prayed suddenly for Vinny...but only Maxine's and Remo's face could come to mind. Damn the sweet heart that remained within her.. A poker face greeted those who waited for her. Beautifully stagnant.
Maxine looked... Surprised and confused when the bullet hit her, her hands going to the wound. She looked at them, already slick with blood. There hadn't even been breath in her lungs to scream, so she just whimpered and fell to her knees, trying to put enough pressure on the wound to keep herself from bleeding out. This was a new pain, one that she was only feeling distantly right now. It was a white-hot burning and a stab all at once, as if someone had taken a sharp fireplace poker right out from the flames and stuck her with it. She looked at the blood and broken glass on the floor and thought she heard familiar screams.
Seven and King emerged to find a battlefield. Caine was taking a few hits from the cops as he sighted down his scope and took them out one by one, sliding a fresh clip of 7.62x54mm into his weapon. He growled back to them as they hurried Lucy in the car, "You took your sweet fucking time!" Caine got into the driver seat as quick as they could. Seven was sitting to the right of Lucy, King the left.
Queen was still on top manning the .50 cal. "OI! Bloody black 'n whites, nicked me! Damned wankers! Dunno how much dese' threads cost, don'ya?!" She then unloaded her .50 cal into them as Caine rolled them off. She cocked back the bolt a couple times before striking empty. By that time, the police force took too many hits to follow as they tried to get the Fire department to clear the road of the burning truck that was Lucy's shipment. Seven would just... stare at Lucy for a little longer before they came to a farmhouse, miles off. Taken probably four hours out, and Lucy had been blindfolded half-way.
Two men were inside the truck. They were doused in dark clothing, the only color being the sheen of their metal face masks and the white shining spade cufflinks. Black suits, black vests, black ties, black all. On one of the face masks was a symbol for a King on playing cards. The other man, smaller but still large in muscled physique, had seven white spades on his mask.
King was the first to speak, "How long do we have?"
Seven looked at his watch and calculated quickly, "Ten minutes."
King only chuckled, "More than enough time. You sure this is the place?"
Seven spoke softly to the man on his left, "Yeah, there's a point when a man's telling the truth by how he sticks to his story." King chuckled softly and patted the other, "Alright, brother.. Let's do this." King left the car seat to plant a timer on the roll of dynamite on the side of the truck. Seven walked out of the truck and made sure his coat covered himself up. When two of the black men who are usually on duty, as well as Lucy's own workers, came to pick up the liquor Seven opened his overcoat to reveal his armaments. He was absolutely stacked: pistol holsters, two Thompson slings, on his back was a BAR, and the rest was ammo and armor. He took out his two Thompson sub-machine guns and open fired on the men, killing them instantly in a rain of lead. King came back, his own armaments being a M1919 machine gun with a forward grip to hold it like a shoulder-fired weapon, with bandoliers of ammunition around him and two sawn-off Browning Auto-5 shotguns. The two armored and armed brothers walked through the flower shop, putting down any opposition that they met with with swift precision. Once done, they got out to go to the main entrance. All the customers were lined up to spend all their money on booze, women, and cheap poker... The brothers stood silent... and opened fire.
Lucy was looking like a creature of function, at least clothes-wise. The woman was vanity embodied when not in survival mode, and her current predicament showed such. Juxtaposed, grime and glamour clashed. Those eyes were spellbinding, framed in black shadow all while her lashes bloomed with dark drama. She was chanelling the inner showgirl of old, ditching the subtle and feminine pastels for something a bit more sexy. Lucious curls were allowed to drape, as per usual, and romantic strings of pearls dripped from her ears. On her body though was a plain, and rather aged, button up; eggshell white. Vinny's old suspenders still hung on her...even her shoulders still couldn't lose the weight of him, apparently. His old trousers finished the ensemble. He used to be a thin thing, but then again, she did have to wear a belt still. Maxine was with her, and Remo too, nestled atop a barrel.
"He's late..." The punctual doctor would say with a sigh as he eyed his watch.
"I know..." Lucy's eyes looked to the ceiling with a frown. It wasn't like him to be tardy... She was worried, just a touch, remembering the last late delivery... "And da' boys are gonna open up any second now...shit, fuck 'em...we're just gonna' hafta' put out what was left from las' nigh-"
Her throat grew dry in an instant, and that black heart seemed to evaporate, leaving her pale with sureness of what she'd just heard rattling on her walls; the creole would know those sounds anywhere..The even, quick taps of gunfire was something that echo'ed well in these walls of carved stone. Instantly, the screams came, but were quickly melting away into the vicious sputter until they would be completely drowned. Death soaked the atmosphere. Wild eyes shot to the pair in her midst.
"Run...RUN!"
Her .38 was always on hip and loaded. She had no backup ammo...just six shots... This worry would fade as the hammer was cocked, hopefully, there weren're more than three, that would leave each with a pair of bullets, and therefore a fifty percent chance of survival. Her other hand was given a far gentler task of shoo'ing the pair off. Was she really being valiant? Caring for those other than herself?
"Ge da' fuck outta' here!" She'd scream it through her teeth as those teals locked onto the door that led out to the hall. Blood speckled the air as the doorman was mowed down by eight or so rounds.
Remo would already have his gun at the ready. "Have you lost your mind?! Do you hear that? They're auto to semi-auto rifles they've got...I can't leave you here.."
The sounds of semi-automatic rifles were unfamiliar to the lunatic, but she knew the screams of the frightened and dying anywhere. Although it would have been much smarter for her to obey Lucy, she didn't, instead arming herself with her razor and ducking behind the counter next to the other woman. She should have been afraid, but she wasn't. Her attention would be locked on the Cajun for direction, as she didn't want to risk looking over the counter to see what was going on. Before the guns had gone off, she had been very intrigued by something on the ceiling. But now, she was trying very hard to hear something over the screams. Was it vultures? Or just squishy human affiliates of them?
King kicked down the door, looking at the empty bar. Behind him was Seven loading his guns and the gorey mess that they left in the hallway... An absolute terror of garled flesh and bodies bleeding out or already dead. Seven nudged him to tell King he was near.
"LUUUUUUCCYYYYY! IIIII'M HOOOME!" King let out the loud bellow before letting loose several rounds into the tables and the desks.
Seven would nudge him again and say, "Can you keep it down? We're trying to get her alive..." King would look back at him and replied, "Shut up, how much time do we have left?"
"Uhhh- Three minutes. Cops get here in two."
King would shrug and say, "Good enough time for me." He went over to the bar and let loose a couple rounds into the alcohol, making a slurry, smelly mess that would seep into the feet of the three heroes. Several of Lucy's gaurd would finally come from the hallway; on the other side of it resided the betting ring, which was currently housing a healthy number of hired hands. They'd be braving the unknown, bullets straying through the doorway and toward the invading pair. Seven immediately dispatched them with a flurry of gunfire from his dual Thompsons. Only once did King get shot, a loud PANG! into his armor and he grunted but shown no signs of pain, not even giving a mistep. Seven would grimace under his mask and put the man down easy. Seven would give King an apologetic look and King would just shake his head in disappointment.
"Alright- Lucy, you're coming with us. Good and easy... your friends... well..." King took a step back so he could aim at the bar. "Come out in three..." King shouldered his weapon and racked the bolt to make sure it was clear for jamming, "Two..." Seven would look worriedly at King as he stared at the bar. King then said... "One." Loud gunfire was heard throughout the speakeasy, hundreds of bullets being fired into the bar and the casings would fall loudly on the hard floor.
Lucy Black had listened carefully the pair of voices, trying to give them identities, associations...but nothing came to memory. They were unknowns, at least to the best of her knowledge. His call of her name would only fuel a fire burning. They knew her name...they knew her place...where the fuck was Jack? A gripping paranoia was tugging at her heart...this wouldn't show though, as a finger ran over her lips, asking them both to stay quiet. He even knew where they were...shit, fuck... Who had sent them? Asimov...Vinny? He wouldn't...I mean, she'd shown mercy..she still lov-... The thought died as the thinly veiled threat King dished out was hinted toward Remo and Maxine. The counting only gave her more time to hope against the inevitable. Should she...shouldn't she. The bullets began, and Lucy'd put away her gun.
"ALRIGHT!" She'd wait for the gunfire to cease, and the tiny creole would stand, despite Remo's pleas for her to stop."Jus'...stop..I'll go, if ya' quit.." She looked to the attackers with uncertain anger, their masks warding things indeed.
Maxine heard the voices and decided that yes, they were indeed squishy. And human. And dirty, filthy affiliates of the vultures. The gunfire hurt her ears and left them ringing, but she could hear Lucy's voice distantly and saw her standing up. What was she doing? Did she not know what the vultures did to people? Maxine grabbed a hold of the other woman's pants and growled at her, a warning sound mixed up with a nonverbal 'what the fuck are you doing'. She thought of Jack, too, and wondered if he was a traitor. If he was a vulture. It would make sense. She looked up at Lucy, trying to use her mind to make her duck behind the counter and not go with the men.
King would stop firing and would simply let his gun point at the ground while he looked at Seven and give a small shrug.
"Easier than I thought." Seven would nod in agreement. King would then turn and say to them in a kinder voice, "Well now, thank you for being easy for us. Throw your guns on top of the bar and push them to the ground. Then whoever's with you, stand up."
King would take a few steps back, pointing his machine gun at either of them who would stand up but would not open fire. Seven took his guns and let them hang, holding one of the Thompsons as he looked at Lucy for the first time. He seemed to be hesitant to point his weapon at her, rather just keep it at the hip. His mask hiding emotions as well as his armored hat sitting atop his head, the brim covering some of the mask's features.
King would say to Lucy, "Come over here with your hands up, kick your gun towards my brother here. Whoever's with you stay there and stand."
Lucy's face was wooden with severity as she felt the weight of her gun in her wide pocket. There was the age old question...do I dare? Defiance was quiet, trying to hide and offer them ease as she thought. Each demand was met only with a dark stare as she felt Maxine's eyes. A boot nudged the girl, hoping she would quiet her whimpers. Why hadn't they escaped while she stalled. All they need do was crawl.
"No..." A cumulative answer for the requests of the masked villain. "I will make yo'r decisions for ya' fo' now...I will eat yo' time..." Her heart felt thick in her chest, strangling as she stared down the pointing gunman.
The police would show...and they weren't far. Her hands began to slowly lower. She was a perfect shot...but she didn't quit know if she was any kind of quick draw. Nerves became cooled as she gauged the reaction. Depending on who sent them dictated how much time she had left..
Maxine went quiet and let go of her pant leg, but didn't stand up or start to crawl away. She observed the shards of glass on the floor, and wondered if the gunmen were jumpy or not. They were shiny and would make a lot of noise if she threw them, but she wasn't sure if it was worth it. Especially if they had their guns pointed at Lucy, they would shoot her first as a kneejerk reaction. She didn't want to peek over the counter to see, lest she giver herself away. It was too well lit to sneak worth a damn, and there was no confusion for her to hide in. There wasn't much she could do besides for listen and stay hidden.
A car jerked in front of the flower shop; black sedan with a lot of room and a lot of seats. On top stood... oh shit. A latch to the roof opened up and what came out was a woman... dressed in black. She wore her own mask, a symbol of a queen with a spade on the cheek, and two eyeholes for her to see out of. Clad in a pinstripe suit, comfy yet armored, her slender hands gripped at the Browning .50 caliber M2 machine gun. Brand spanking new from the US Army and stolen recently from Benjamin's trucks. She racked the bolt back, chambering a dollar bill sized round and a half-an-inch thick. She sighted the Anti-aircraft sights down as the police cars started rolling in. A man, Caine, came out of the driver's seat. In his hands held a Finnish Mosin-Nagant. He looked up at Queen who nodded at him. She then opened fire with her ear-drum splitting machine gun.
Caine sighted his own rifle at the opposite side of the road and started picking pot shots at the police coming from the opposite direction. CRAC-CRAC-CRAC-CRAC. Sounds of the heavy-caliber rounds dumping down range would be heard.
King would look up and Seven swore under his breath, "We're late..." King only sighed and would aim his gun at Lucy, "You really... really aren't in the position to make decisions, Lucy. Now tell them to stand up.... or I'm going to light a fucking fire where the alcohol is." He withdrew a strike-anywhere match and struck it on the rough barrel of his gun. "The police as you know it are being shot to hell right now. We've got several cans of those .50s so we got time." He would yell out, "Kimmy, would you come in here, please?" He then waited before saying, "You have seconds. Lucy. Either whoever's behind you burns... or you come out with us and they stand up. Me and my brudda here wanna know whose sticking with you. Oh and your pistol please. Come on, you really think you're that sneaky?" The impression really wasn't all that hard to see in those baggy trousers of her.
Kimmy stepped out from behind the doorway and took her place next to King, she carried a handgun and nudged King in the side with it to get his full attention. "They have the coppers at bay, most of 'em turned tail after the first three squad cars got filled wit' holes, take your time Boss, but don't you play to long. I've got drinks to sell here." Only seconds of eye contact would be kept with Lucy's now ravenous pools. Kimmy quickly looked away, feeling that chill of shame coursing through her blood and making it cold..
"No hard feelings Ms.Lucy, Its business, nothing personal. Just do what They say and i will make sure your cared for after this." Kimmy turned her head to look again at Ms.Lucy. "Its better this way, trust me..." she was cut off suddenly as more gunfire could be heard from outside.
The Cajun's eyes had shut with a painfully slow pace. The alcohol reaked, reminding her of the death that was wafting on the stagnant breeze. One well placed shot and.. Idiots...why didn't they leave, they were all fucked anyway, why not try a survival tactic? With the chaos humming softly in the underground, and now the corner she was lodged in...it was over. Identification...she feared it almost more than death. What other choice was there though? Fingers snapped and then beckoned with a careful curl to her companions.
Remo would come from the back, wobbly on that injured knee, but his face would offer no grimace of the painful sort. He'd walk up, hands raised and set his revolver on the counter...and he'd look to Maxine to make sure she'd follow. Once they were moving, so was Lucy. A quick hop over the counter showed she wouldn't be avoiding her fate anymore. Those slender, pianist's fingers were up in the air for a moment, then one reached down to her pocketed gun. There were knives on her too...but she'd try to give them as little as possible. A beating was more than likely in her future anyhow.
Hand on the hilt, Kimmy's name had sounded in her ears, and evil curiosity bloomed in Lucy's teals. The pink haired girl turned toward the disguised menace, and Lucy'd think for a moment to shoot. But Maxine and Remo..damn them. Weak links she couldn't shelter. Patience would prove to be the victor as her .38 hit the floor.
"Da' darkest circle in hell is saved for trait'ah's Kimmy.." The girl's name would be hissed as she approached the hatted gunman. Something in her suddenly wanted him to shoot. "..Remembah 'dat..." She'd look at Seven, then to King, staring daggers. Kimmy...she simply couldn't eye anymore...or else something in her would snap...
That little mental-case took a moment to tuck her straight razor away in the band of her underwear before she rose. It was unladylike as fuck, but whatever. She was crazy and modesty was the least of her concerns just now. When she stood up and held her hands up, there was no trace of any weapon on her at all, her dress falling back into place like a curtain. She looked at the two masked men and the pink-haired woman, her scarred face contorting in an expression caught between a snarl and a smile. The latter was a cold, homicidal 'I'm going to tear your face off with my teeth and giggle as I do so' sort of thing, but a smile it was.
Seven took the gun as it was slid down, looking at Lucy's fine .38 revolver in his hands. He stared at it for awhile before she had approached him. King would then nod, "Good... You may go upstairs through the flower shop... Don't think about running, we know where you're going." He would wait until she was out of the room... though she would hear it. King would say softly, "Seven, shoot them." Seven look perplexed and would turn to him, "We got the girl, that was the deal." King shook his head, "Not what our contractor said to me..." Seven looked dumbfounded and sighed, he turned to leave as King did. Seven stopped at the door and unloaded a .38 shell into Maxine and Remo as he turned away to leave.
Kimmy had stood and simply nodded as those words filled with so much disgust and hate were spoken to her. Fighting back tears, she took a seat against the wall and felt deep down that her place now was in hell. It was a mad world though, kill or be killed, and nothing was going to place her in that fire just yet.
Lucy turned around...it would easiest to go up the ladder through the green house. Remo was staring dead at her...and all she could do was stare back. A whisper would land on his ear as she passed...knowing it may be for the last time, along with the slightest of kisses.
"It was fun while it lasted though...wasn't it?"
She'd come to find the truck outside, looking at it as if it were the devil's taxi. It was waiting for her...and then pair of bullets could be heard, buried below the sidewalk. She prayed suddenly for Vinny...but only Maxine's and Remo's face could come to mind. Damn the sweet heart that remained within her.. A poker face greeted those who waited for her. Beautifully stagnant.
Maxine looked... Surprised and confused when the bullet hit her, her hands going to the wound. She looked at them, already slick with blood. There hadn't even been breath in her lungs to scream, so she just whimpered and fell to her knees, trying to put enough pressure on the wound to keep herself from bleeding out. This was a new pain, one that she was only feeling distantly right now. It was a white-hot burning and a stab all at once, as if someone had taken a sharp fireplace poker right out from the flames and stuck her with it. She looked at the blood and broken glass on the floor and thought she heard familiar screams.
Seven and King emerged to find a battlefield. Caine was taking a few hits from the cops as he sighted down his scope and took them out one by one, sliding a fresh clip of 7.62x54mm into his weapon. He growled back to them as they hurried Lucy in the car, "You took your sweet fucking time!" Caine got into the driver seat as quick as they could. Seven was sitting to the right of Lucy, King the left.
Queen was still on top manning the .50 cal. "OI! Bloody black 'n whites, nicked me! Damned wankers! Dunno how much dese' threads cost, don'ya?!" She then unloaded her .50 cal into them as Caine rolled them off. She cocked back the bolt a couple times before striking empty. By that time, the police force took too many hits to follow as they tried to get the Fire department to clear the road of the burning truck that was Lucy's shipment. Seven would just... stare at Lucy for a little longer before they came to a farmhouse, miles off. Taken probably four hours out, and Lucy had been blindfolded half-way.