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24-12-2008, 23:40
His large red mittens fumbled with the air conditioning, attempting to solicit some warmth to keep him going. The navy blue sedan, over a decade old, had very little to offer, but lighting a cigarette was out of the question. He slouched low in the seat to avoid the worst of the drafts at head height, thanks mainly to a gaping hole in the passenger window. The driver squinted into the middle distance at the two stationary, solid white snowmen. Sucks to be them, he mused, at least the car is above freezing. The snow outside was ankle deep and still coming thick, as the evening darkness of mid-winter gripped the quiet suburb. To his right somewhere a warm red sign burned ‘Diner’ into the black sky, and his mood sank a little further. Should have worn the stupid beard. Folding his arms and shivering heavily, the man stared longingly into the rear-view mirror, and then back to the road. There! A flash of light in the rear-view, as an SUV turned the corner into the cul-de-sac. Broken glass glittered on the seat next to him, as he reached into the folds of his red robe to retrieve a cheap walkie-talkie. With a puff of breath he blew the white bobble of his hat out of his way.
“This is Claus. Rudolf has landed.”
The black SUV seemed to prowl like a bear down the narrow street, the high-grip tyres clawing their way over frozen tarmac. Windows tinted, it would have been practically invisible if it weren’t for the high-beam headlights. Claus sank into the seat further, reaching slowly for the bundle of wires hanging from under the steering wheel. As the SUV moved past he found the two he was looking for: red and green.
The SUV was full of Christmas spirit, the red-faced Senator sitting in the back, humming loudly to Fairytale of New York which was playing on the radio. The driver and the bodyguard were smiling, it was Christmas Eve and at the end of this street, their shifts were over. A friend of the Senator’s was also in the back, sleeping, as both of them had indulged in the red wine at the Christmas party. Almost home. The driver shifted down into first gear, coasting along lazily.
“Hey,” said the driver to the bodyguard, “check out those shitty snowmen.” He nodded, grinning, to the two lumpy piles of clothed snow, a few dozen meters ahead of them.
“But I bet you would still hit it, I heard about whatshername,” joked the bodyguard, with a mock grimace.
“Pale, fat and frigid? Sounds like your wife to me, man.”
A carrot twitched, on the left-hand snowman. And again.
“Ptuh!” The snowman spat the carrot into the street.
It started shaking violently, throwing snow around to reveal a silver figure beneath it, with a black chest. The other snowman followed suit and shed itself of a hat and scarf, as both of them raised AVIR Mod. III assault rifles and opened fire on the SUV. The charging handle flickered back and forth on the snow-camouflaged rifles as they studded the ground with silver casings. The two silver figures moved slowly after the vehicle, firing all the while. Sparks erupted from the smooth black surface of the SUV, as silver holes appeared where the bullets penetrated.
The driver had been the first to go, as a hail of bullets cut through the windscreen. His flailing arms hit the radio, blasting the volume to maximum and switching it over a channel playing thrash-metal. His foot off the pedals, the SUV rolled slowly but freely into the cul-de-sac, still being peppered with gunfire by the two assailants. The bodyguard had turned around in his seat as they went past the gunmen, aiming an automatic PDW between the cowering figures of the Senator and his friend to shoot out of the back window. He let loose a rattling burst but was hit in the face, throwing a wave of blood at the broken windscreen. His body slumped over, pushing the steering wheel as the SUV swerved into a parked car, setting off the alarm which meshed in a cacophony of noise with the radio and the gunfire.
Lights were coming on all over the suburb now, as the police were doubtless being summoned. The shooting stopped.
The Senator’s friend, panicking, grabbed the PDW from the headless bodyguard and turned, spraying out of the back of the SUV wildly. Two more long bursts of fire sliced through the car, killing him and hitting the Senator in the pelvis. Scratching weakly at the door release the Senator eventually caught it, spilling himself out into the street as the silver gunmen stalked carefully towards him. One went around the left side of the car, inspecting the three corpses. Blood was splattered everywhere, with pools in the white leather seating. Bits of skull and brain were all over the dashboard, and the windscreen was practically opaque. By this point the car resembled a giant cheese-grater, smoke pouring from hundreds of small holes.
The second gunman had followed the crawling Senator, standing over him with the rifle. The dishevelled man turned, raising his right hand to shield himself from something he could not stop. Two distinct shots rang out, as the faint sound of sirens approached. The gunmen ran towards the navy-blue sedan containing Claus, dropping the black Kevlar vests unzipping the silver heatproof suits. They kept the rifles.
“You guys look ridiculous,” Claus laughed, “Get in!”
One of the gunmen got in behind him as the second opened the passenger door.
“Not there, there’s broken glass!” exclaimed the fat man in the Santa costume, “You got frostbite on your brain or somethin’? Fuck. You get ‘em all?”
“No, we signed a fucking peace treaty!” yelled one of the men: codename Frosty. “’Course we got ‘em all.”
“Shut up and drive, before I put my foot up your stocking!” ordered the other gunman.
Tyres squealed as the sedan spun around on the cold road, accelerating out of the suburb and away from Alkra City.
Alkra City Senator Iced by Snowmen
A rather bizarre episode of extreme violence struck the small suburb Arnfield last night, as Senator Gareth Barnes and associate Michael Smith were brutally gunned down only metres from the Senator’s home.
The Senator, who was being investigated over charges of corruption, was returning to his Arnfield home late last night when his vehicle came under fire from two gunmen hidden under piles of snow. In the ensuing shootout Barnes, Smith and two security professionals under Barnes’ employ were killed. One witness who observed the scene from their own home told police that the attackers let loose with automatic weapons, before chasing down and killing the wounded Senator. They then escaped in a waiting getaway car; a dark sedan with Alkra State license plates. No helpful descriptions of the attackers were forthcoming.
At the scene, Police have found foil-lined heatproof suits as worn by fire-fighters, which the gunmen used to remain in under the freezing snow for almost two hours. Kevlar vests and a few live rounds were also found. With this evidence investigators have decided that the brand-new AVIR Mod. III rifles were used for the murders. The Ministry of Justice is currently enquiring into the possibility that... (cont.)
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“This is Claus. Rudolf has landed.”
The black SUV seemed to prowl like a bear down the narrow street, the high-grip tyres clawing their way over frozen tarmac. Windows tinted, it would have been practically invisible if it weren’t for the high-beam headlights. Claus sank into the seat further, reaching slowly for the bundle of wires hanging from under the steering wheel. As the SUV moved past he found the two he was looking for: red and green.
The SUV was full of Christmas spirit, the red-faced Senator sitting in the back, humming loudly to Fairytale of New York which was playing on the radio. The driver and the bodyguard were smiling, it was Christmas Eve and at the end of this street, their shifts were over. A friend of the Senator’s was also in the back, sleeping, as both of them had indulged in the red wine at the Christmas party. Almost home. The driver shifted down into first gear, coasting along lazily.
“Hey,” said the driver to the bodyguard, “check out those shitty snowmen.” He nodded, grinning, to the two lumpy piles of clothed snow, a few dozen meters ahead of them.
“But I bet you would still hit it, I heard about whatshername,” joked the bodyguard, with a mock grimace.
“Pale, fat and frigid? Sounds like your wife to me, man.”
A carrot twitched, on the left-hand snowman. And again.
“Ptuh!” The snowman spat the carrot into the street.
It started shaking violently, throwing snow around to reveal a silver figure beneath it, with a black chest. The other snowman followed suit and shed itself of a hat and scarf, as both of them raised AVIR Mod. III assault rifles and opened fire on the SUV. The charging handle flickered back and forth on the snow-camouflaged rifles as they studded the ground with silver casings. The two silver figures moved slowly after the vehicle, firing all the while. Sparks erupted from the smooth black surface of the SUV, as silver holes appeared where the bullets penetrated.
The driver had been the first to go, as a hail of bullets cut through the windscreen. His flailing arms hit the radio, blasting the volume to maximum and switching it over a channel playing thrash-metal. His foot off the pedals, the SUV rolled slowly but freely into the cul-de-sac, still being peppered with gunfire by the two assailants. The bodyguard had turned around in his seat as they went past the gunmen, aiming an automatic PDW between the cowering figures of the Senator and his friend to shoot out of the back window. He let loose a rattling burst but was hit in the face, throwing a wave of blood at the broken windscreen. His body slumped over, pushing the steering wheel as the SUV swerved into a parked car, setting off the alarm which meshed in a cacophony of noise with the radio and the gunfire.
Lights were coming on all over the suburb now, as the police were doubtless being summoned. The shooting stopped.
The Senator’s friend, panicking, grabbed the PDW from the headless bodyguard and turned, spraying out of the back of the SUV wildly. Two more long bursts of fire sliced through the car, killing him and hitting the Senator in the pelvis. Scratching weakly at the door release the Senator eventually caught it, spilling himself out into the street as the silver gunmen stalked carefully towards him. One went around the left side of the car, inspecting the three corpses. Blood was splattered everywhere, with pools in the white leather seating. Bits of skull and brain were all over the dashboard, and the windscreen was practically opaque. By this point the car resembled a giant cheese-grater, smoke pouring from hundreds of small holes.
The second gunman had followed the crawling Senator, standing over him with the rifle. The dishevelled man turned, raising his right hand to shield himself from something he could not stop. Two distinct shots rang out, as the faint sound of sirens approached. The gunmen ran towards the navy-blue sedan containing Claus, dropping the black Kevlar vests unzipping the silver heatproof suits. They kept the rifles.
“You guys look ridiculous,” Claus laughed, “Get in!”
One of the gunmen got in behind him as the second opened the passenger door.
“Not there, there’s broken glass!” exclaimed the fat man in the Santa costume, “You got frostbite on your brain or somethin’? Fuck. You get ‘em all?”
“No, we signed a fucking peace treaty!” yelled one of the men: codename Frosty. “’Course we got ‘em all.”
“Shut up and drive, before I put my foot up your stocking!” ordered the other gunman.
Tyres squealed as the sedan spun around on the cold road, accelerating out of the suburb and away from Alkra City.
Alkra City Senator Iced by Snowmen
A rather bizarre episode of extreme violence struck the small suburb Arnfield last night, as Senator Gareth Barnes and associate Michael Smith were brutally gunned down only metres from the Senator’s home.
The Senator, who was being investigated over charges of corruption, was returning to his Arnfield home late last night when his vehicle came under fire from two gunmen hidden under piles of snow. In the ensuing shootout Barnes, Smith and two security professionals under Barnes’ employ were killed. One witness who observed the scene from their own home told police that the attackers let loose with automatic weapons, before chasing down and killing the wounded Senator. They then escaped in a waiting getaway car; a dark sedan with Alkra State license plates. No helpful descriptions of the attackers were forthcoming.
At the scene, Police have found foil-lined heatproof suits as worn by fire-fighters, which the gunmen used to remain in under the freezing snow for almost two hours. Kevlar vests and a few live rounds were also found. With this evidence investigators have decided that the brand-new AVIR Mod. III rifles were used for the murders. The Ministry of Justice is currently enquiring into the possibility that... (cont.)
[Page >> 1 2 3]
Related Links: The tool of killers, AVIR Mod. III assault rifle sold indiscriminately by Armacorp.
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