Role Playing Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ In Which I Almost Frag Up BIG TIME! ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 2

July 10- When I showed up dark and late outside the Stuffer Shack I went around the corner and got some soy burgers. I sat across from the shack and waited for something to happen. I was waiting for about an hour when...

For an hour she had been there. Sitting in the same damn bench, eating the same damn soy burgers. After an hour she was damn near ready to give up. As she got up to get some soycaf next door she felt a hand on her shoulder roughly push her down and she felt a vibro dagger at her jugular. She froze. “I've been watching you.” A gruff voice behind her said. I know what you can do with fire Tsaka. Go to the door of the Stuffer Shack and wait there.” The hands slid away and there was silence. She waited a moment and got up. Walking over to the Stuffer Shack she searched the reflective windows for any hint of the man who had just put a knife to her, she saw nothing of him. He was good. She reached the wall and leaned against it focusing her mind on the fury and of her childhood, the hate of her old man the pain she felt every day (it always surprised her that emotions so far in the past always conjured the same results). She felt the heat growing in her hands just waiting for a target and all of a sudden a joyful yell, “Tsaka!” She opened her eyes and was embraced in a hug as warm as the heat in her hands. She saw a grizzled man in a tan trench coat. He had gray beard stubble and icy blue eyes. He looked like some vagrant off the street but Tsaka could sense a certain aura of power and knowledge around him. The man whispered in her ear, “I'm Vega” She felt a force envelop him and he was gone though she still felt him holding on to her. He said, “Drop your arms and look like nothing happened. Walk into the Stuffer Shack wand walk into an isle.”

She smiled, dropped her hands, and singing a song to herself she started to walk in. She was almost at the door when she felt a hand glide across her butt. She stopped and turned throwing a slap at the same time, and she hit nothing, literally. She laughed and kicked Vega in the shin then continued to walk back into the Shack. She walked through an isle and up another pretending to be looking at the stock but really she was doing surveillance. There was an old lady at the medication section in the front, a MONSTEROUS troll at the snacks section and a rather lumpy man in a wide brim hat and a heavy overcoat just standing in the middle isle. When she got to the front again she had a shock an un-invisible Vega standing right behind the cashier drinking deeply from a large jug of whisky. He flicked a smile her way, lit a match and blew. A tremendous wave of flame engulfed the counter and the cashier screamed. In flames the cashier ran around the counter and fell head first into a new 100 proof alcohol display. Up went the display and down came half of the roof. The old woman shrieked, fell to the ground, and clutched her chest. The troll howled and ran to hide in a corner. The lumpy man whipped of his coat and revealed a one-man arsenal. An AK-98 across his back, two sawed off Enfield As-7s on the side of his belt, two Ingram Smartguns on the front of his belt, four Ares Predator IIIs in stacked shoulder holsters, a bandolier of throwing knives, a cargo pants full to the brim and more of ammo, and a police badge displayed prominently on his shoulder. He whipped out two Predators and blasted away at Tsaka who was standing right in front of him. She dove out of the way just in time and she saw the wall behind the cash register explode and rain more debris on the area. A piece of concrete hit Vega on the head as he was drawing a slim dart gun and he dropped. Cursing, she suddenly had an idea. The man must be using explosive ammo. She snuck around to the back of the aisle and peaked around. She saw the man readying his weapons. She focused again on her childhood anger and threw a ball of pure force at the man. The blast was so strong it knocked him 15 feet into the flame a “detonated” all of his ammunition. All that was left of him was the smell of burnt flesh.

About then the troll had had it. He started screaming and ran towards where Vega lay. He was midway through the aisle when he stumbled over the strap of the old woman's purse and tumbled headfirst over the counter, KO'ed. Tsaka figuring it was time to get out of there ran behind the counter to get at the register but it had fused shut! She cursed again and looked for Vega. She found him with a bleeding gash on his head unconscious in a pile of cigarette cartons. She kicked him in the ribs a couple of times, but couldn't wake him, so she left him there.

She ran out the hole in the wall, through the alley, and into a building next door. She felt around for a light, flicked it on, and found herself in the middle of a storage room. She looked around and saw to doors. She tried one, it was locked she went over to the other and opened it. She peaked around and saw a door with a window in it. She crept up and looked through the window, it was a kitchen. The collapse of the Stuffer Shack must not have been a noisy affair because everyone was laughing. She looked around to see if she could spot a nametag and found one, belonging to one “Mavra Ranevskaya”. She called out in her best Russian, "Mavra come here I need to talk to you!" Mavra turn and walk towards the door. She ducked back around the doorframe and flattened herself against the wall. Mavra walked through the door and walked out a little, looking for the woman who had called her. Tsaka chose that time to introduce the but of her Walther Palm Pistol to her temple. Mavra went down. Tsaka took her clothes, and put them on over hers. Then, thinking of something she went back to the Stuffer Shack, where fire officials had yet to arrive, took Vega's clothes, dressed him in the cop's trench coat, then went back to Mavra and dressed her in Vega's clothes. Having finished that she practiced a few lines with a Russian accent and went back into the hall with the kitchen door. She walked to the end of the hall and went through the door. She stepped into an office and stopped.

There was a man behind a desk. He looked up and said "Who are you?" Tsaka said "My name is Mavra Ranevskaya, I work for you." The man jumped up and yelled "You are not my daughter" as he drew a Defiance T-250 and pressed a button on the wall. But before he could fire Tsaka fired a shot right between his eyes. The man fell. Again there was a change of clothes as Tsaka became Mr. Ranevskaya and he became a cook. Tsaka thanked whoever was up there that Mavra was a large woman. She sat on the desk and waited for the cops to come. When they got there, she was sobbing and trying to calm herself down like a good little “victim”. She complied with the cop and explained how she had walked in to see a man with a shotgun rummaging through her desk, he had pointed the shotgun at her but she had gotten off the first shot. Went outside and sat on a police car waiting for the ambulance to come as she was pretty beat up, when it came the paramedics came out and ran into the two buildings looking for survivors.

“As soon as they left the ambulance I jumped in and drove off. A stopped in an ally a little ways on and swapped clothes again for a paramedics uniform in the back. I drove off back to the gang's safehouse.

Well people, this was a long one, but its chapter two. Interesting thing about this was that I actually role played this one, needless to say that it was night of incredible roles. I did have to change gender and work in some dramatics but hey. As always please respond.