The Holy Saints
26-01-2004, 15:24
The man fell, after so many years, so many fights, so many awards, so many enemies made, and still, he had a smile on his face, even while stumbling, rather falling down the stairs, with a nice inset of bullets going through his body, soon ripping out the front of his once scarred, now ruptured, chest...
Syverlybad, 00:13, The Holy Saints:
'Ryke? Ryke?? Are you there? *static* Ryke, respond channel 5! *turns to the man on the console behind him* Tim, whats his life beacon saying?'
'Nothing sir, it just blipped out. Most likely hes dead, unless they just found the beacon, but lets hope...*looks at the main entrance to the building across the park from them* Sir, i think somethings happening at the target building...'
'What? *takes out his binouculars* your right! thats him!'
A dozen bullets ripped through the door as the man burst through it, unfeeling, dead. His body fell in a crumpled heap outside the door, into a thick layer of fresh snow, blackening it with his blood. The men who had killed him, guards, knew they had completed their job and quickly dragged the body inside and took out the vial from the man's inner jacket pocket...
'Sir, he didnt make it...'
'Call Cent. Com., now! We have to get that vial!'
Syverlybad, 00:13, The Holy Saints:
'Ryke? Ryke?? Are you there? *static* Ryke, respond channel 5! *turns to the man on the console behind him* Tim, whats his life beacon saying?'
'Nothing sir, it just blipped out. Most likely hes dead, unless they just found the beacon, but lets hope...*looks at the main entrance to the building across the park from them* Sir, i think somethings happening at the target building...'
'What? *takes out his binouculars* your right! thats him!'
A dozen bullets ripped through the door as the man burst through it, unfeeling, dead. His body fell in a crumpled heap outside the door, into a thick layer of fresh snow, blackening it with his blood. The men who had killed him, guards, knew they had completed their job and quickly dragged the body inside and took out the vial from the man's inner jacket pocket...
'Sir, he didnt make it...'
'Call Cent. Com., now! We have to get that vial!'