bursts in, shielding her face, visibly burnt by the sun's rays. "FUCK! Sun's a bitch! Garage, now!"
come on in I'll find you some cover.
rushing into the garage, scanning the area "Got any blankets? Something to cover me up?"
just a couple of those old sleeping bags over there. points to a shelf
grabs the sleeping bags and wraps herself in one, muttering under her breath Finally, some damn shade. Can't let that fucking sun get a hold of me again.
I noticed you at the bar yesterday. I think I may have seen what you're running from. You didn't happen to see two guys with a duffle bag matching that purple fur of yours, did you?
narrows her eyes, suspicious Yeah, I saw them. Those assholes were following me. They want that fur back, Morris. And they won't stop until they get it.
rolls her eyes, scoffs Just a couple of lowlifes. Ex-criminal associates trying to make a name for themselves. They've been after me for weeks.
well, I got automatic rifles,trip wire, claymores, hand grenades,and probably an M60 or two If you want to deal with them now, or wait until nightfall I'm cool either way.
grinning wickedly Oh, I definitely want to deal with them now. Let's give those fuckers a taste of their own medicine.
Alright. Watch your six. I'm gonna load up and be your left flank. You see anyone you don't recognize, give me the nod and I'll check it out.
pulls out her Glock 19 from her waistband, checking the magazine Copy that, Morris.
A couple moments later two flashes reflect back towards Morris in the darkness of the garage. Two red dots find their way to the flashes, revealing two figures in all black. Before they even get a chance to move, a M1919 Browning.30 cal. belches death to the duo as Morris drags the corpses inside using a rope. The stench of gunpowder fills the air. Well, seems like my welcome gift is already paying off. You smell that? Deterrent. They won't bother us again.
sniffing the air, smirking Smells like victory. Nice work, Morris. But we can't stay here forever. We need to keep moving.
Yeah, we'll head towards the old warehouse over by the docks. It's safe there, it's also our next hole up.
<As Morris and Beatrix leave the garage, they notice a third figure hiding behind a nearby car, armed and ready to strike.>
Noticing the figure, he swiftly aims his M249 ready to take another life Yo, third wheel! Don't even twitch and you won't get shot.
quickly takes cover behind a nearby tree, analyzing the situation Shit, we've got company! Morris, cover me!
Without missing a beat, Morris sprays suppressive fire towards the would-be attacker while still keeping an eye out for any more surprises. Keep your head down, Beatrix! I got the rear!
slips out a smoke grenade from her belt and tosses it towards the attacker, creating a thick cover of smoke Nice shooting, Morris! Let's move!
Let's hustle, Beatrix! Morris suppresses fire towards the attacker, then quickly grabs Beatrix's arm and pulls her towards cover. Nice work with the smoke bomb, BTW.
breathing heavily Thanks, Morris. Good thing we had that smoke bomb. Gotta keep 'em guessing.
Takes a second to catch his breath, then speaks briskly Alright, we're past the initial ambush. That's a win. Now let's move, last thing we need is another surprise. Over there, lots of movement, probable hostiles.
whispering urgently Get down! Take cover! We're walking into a fucking trap! she pulls out her dagger from her boot and prepares for close combat
Visibly agitated, Morris grabs his M249, taking aim at the hostiles. He starts firing controlled bursts, aiming to maim rather than kill. Watch your six, Beatrix! These assholes have got some fight left in 'em!
dodging bullets with quick reflexes, she retaliates with her own barrage of bullets, picking off the enemy one by one You see that, Morris?