imported_El Hefe
20-11-2003, 20:55
Feet pounded on metal grating as Estaban ran through the refinery. He had ducked in here to escape the assassin he could hear chasing him through the twisting maze of pipes.
His bodyguard was dead - his blood and brains still clung to Estaban's shirt where the sudden shotgun blast had sprayed them. The body was in his car outside sprawled over the passengers seat. He didn't know if they had meant to kill him in the first shot and missed, or whether they were intending to hound him before they killed him.
Panting heavily he tried to squeeze his 290 pound body through a narrow opening. He was narrowly aware of the pain as his ribs compressed and expanded, grating as he pressed through. He could still hear the assassin, or perhaps it was someone else. No matter.
He had never used it, even in his rise to the top, but he still had it. Estaban pulled out the heavy revolver he had at the small of his back. Often he had used it to intimidate someone - now the thought of using it to kill someone caused the bile to rise in his throat. Narrowly he remembered to thumb the safety off. Would the rounds, loaded nearly eleven years ago, still fire?
The pounding of rubber on metal came closer and he pressed into the shadows trying to hide his bulk. It had been an asset once. He remembered shoving the skinny pushers who worked for him around. Once he had put a man through a sheetrock wall. Now the bulk worked against him.
The footsteps came closer, and he risked a quick peek out into the corridor. He saw the man - or was it a woman? - moving their way carefully down the corridor. They walked through the gap and spotted something, perhaps a torn piece of shirt, hanging there. This was his chance...
Leaning out he pointed his revolver at the figure and pulled the trigger.
*CLUNK*
Misfire. He pulled again, but the figure was diving to the side already.
*BOOM*
The recoil suprised him. He had chosen the .454 revolver because of the intimidating size - shooting it had only been secondary. Still he kept his grip on it, and brought it back down attempting to line up on the figure in the shadows.
*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*
Esteban was vaguely aware of the pain as something hit him in the shoulder. His aim was thrown off but he pulled the trigger again anyway.
*BOOM*
He could hear the bullet ricochette down the corridor. He tried to bring the gun back down, but his arm had stopped working.
*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*
This time he felt the wet smack of bullets hitting flesh. His hand went to his stomach. His ample girth had protected him in a way. He was bleeding, but he might live if he could kill this person and get to a hospital. Pressing back into the shadows he held the revolver one-handed. When they came around the corner he would kill them.
For a minute he waited, blood spreading over the front of his shirt. The revolver was heavy in his left hand - his right hung useless at his side. A footstep, then another and another. They were right there...
He saw movement - too low he knew immediately - and fired. The assassin had rolled across the opening to lay on their side. The round went through empty space as Esteban saw the muzzle flashes for a moment before the world went dark.
Porto Yello News 7 Broadcast
"Today's big story: Power Vacuum at the top. In a single night of violence the top 5 cartel bosses in the western city of Santo Maria were gunned down by unknown assassins. The bodies were discovered throughout the morning by workers or travelers. The government has not yet prepared a statement but our sources say the army was not involved. This raises the spectre of a power struggle inside the cartels to fill the vacuum..."
OOC: This RP is meant to revolve around a new cartel that attempts to rise to power in the new power vacuum. Single characters only please, no super-humans, telepaths, etc. This is set in the year 2033 in a 2nd world nation so the tech is approximately the same as 2003. You do not have to play a character from your home nation.
For background on El Hefe see www.pacifier.com/~cziller/elhefe.html
His bodyguard was dead - his blood and brains still clung to Estaban's shirt where the sudden shotgun blast had sprayed them. The body was in his car outside sprawled over the passengers seat. He didn't know if they had meant to kill him in the first shot and missed, or whether they were intending to hound him before they killed him.
Panting heavily he tried to squeeze his 290 pound body through a narrow opening. He was narrowly aware of the pain as his ribs compressed and expanded, grating as he pressed through. He could still hear the assassin, or perhaps it was someone else. No matter.
He had never used it, even in his rise to the top, but he still had it. Estaban pulled out the heavy revolver he had at the small of his back. Often he had used it to intimidate someone - now the thought of using it to kill someone caused the bile to rise in his throat. Narrowly he remembered to thumb the safety off. Would the rounds, loaded nearly eleven years ago, still fire?
The pounding of rubber on metal came closer and he pressed into the shadows trying to hide his bulk. It had been an asset once. He remembered shoving the skinny pushers who worked for him around. Once he had put a man through a sheetrock wall. Now the bulk worked against him.
The footsteps came closer, and he risked a quick peek out into the corridor. He saw the man - or was it a woman? - moving their way carefully down the corridor. They walked through the gap and spotted something, perhaps a torn piece of shirt, hanging there. This was his chance...
Leaning out he pointed his revolver at the figure and pulled the trigger.
*CLUNK*
Misfire. He pulled again, but the figure was diving to the side already.
*BOOM*
The recoil suprised him. He had chosen the .454 revolver because of the intimidating size - shooting it had only been secondary. Still he kept his grip on it, and brought it back down attempting to line up on the figure in the shadows.
*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*
Esteban was vaguely aware of the pain as something hit him in the shoulder. His aim was thrown off but he pulled the trigger again anyway.
*BOOM*
He could hear the bullet ricochette down the corridor. He tried to bring the gun back down, but his arm had stopped working.
*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*
This time he felt the wet smack of bullets hitting flesh. His hand went to his stomach. His ample girth had protected him in a way. He was bleeding, but he might live if he could kill this person and get to a hospital. Pressing back into the shadows he held the revolver one-handed. When they came around the corner he would kill them.
For a minute he waited, blood spreading over the front of his shirt. The revolver was heavy in his left hand - his right hung useless at his side. A footstep, then another and another. They were right there...
He saw movement - too low he knew immediately - and fired. The assassin had rolled across the opening to lay on their side. The round went through empty space as Esteban saw the muzzle flashes for a moment before the world went dark.
Porto Yello News 7 Broadcast
"Today's big story: Power Vacuum at the top. In a single night of violence the top 5 cartel bosses in the western city of Santo Maria were gunned down by unknown assassins. The bodies were discovered throughout the morning by workers or travelers. The government has not yet prepared a statement but our sources say the army was not involved. This raises the spectre of a power struggle inside the cartels to fill the vacuum..."
OOC: This RP is meant to revolve around a new cartel that attempts to rise to power in the new power vacuum. Single characters only please, no super-humans, telepaths, etc. This is set in the year 2033 in a 2nd world nation so the tech is approximately the same as 2003. You do not have to play a character from your home nation.
For background on El Hefe see www.pacifier.com/~cziller/elhefe.html