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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 8, 2013 17:00:52 GMT -5
"It's a stretch, sure, but I reckon the quicker it's over, the less blood'll be spilt." And the quicker he could find a reason to kill that bastard Hatfield. He didn't much care if a bunch of people died, but when he agreed to a job he got it done. "Got sum vendetta 'gainst Earl there too? Well, he's all yers. I just planned on handin' him over anyway, assumin' I didn't hafta kill him."
"So I figure, all we gotta do is spread some rumors then, get 'em to hate each other...." Bullseye heard the rumbling outside, and stopped hi explanation. "The hell is all that racket." He stood up and moved to the window, looking outside at the NCR truck that pulled up. "Well I'll be damned, looks like our work just got done for us. NCR and Rebels in one town. This I gonn- son of a bitch!" A radroach had come out of the hallway, and was jumping at his leg, trying to bite him.
"Stupid critter," he groaned, kicking the roach with his boot and sending it flying into the wall. He pulled the revolver out of his belt and fired at the radroach, blowing it's head into a mess of gooey pieces.
And then everything went to chaos. Gunfire sounded from every direction, and Bullseye hit the wood floor as bullets ripped through the wall, he crawled over to the window, looking over to see if Cat was still breathing, then laughed grimly and held his revolver tightly. "I take back what I said!" He yelled over the gunfire. "They already hate each other. I think we got our war!"
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 8, 2013 18:14:41 GMT -5
"So I figure, all we gotta do is spread some rumors then, get 'em to hate each other...." Bullseye heard the rumbling outside, and stopped hi explanation. "The hell is all that racket?" He stood up and moved to the window, looking outside at the NCR truck that pulled up. "Well I'll be damned, looks like our work just got done for us. NCR and Rebels in one town. This I gonn- son of a bitch!" A radroach had come out of the hallway, and was jumping at his leg, trying to bite him.
"Stupid critter," he groaned, kicking the roach with his boot and sending it flying into the wall. He pulled the revolver out of his belt and fired at the radroach, blowing it's head into a mess of gooey pieces before Cat could stop him. The gunshot had been deafening compared to the quiet of Tull.
Bullets began to rip through the rotting walls of the office ruins, sending Bullseye diving to the floor. Cat kicked the table on it's side and dropped to the floor herself just as a few stray shots pierced th wall and planted themselves in the heavy wooden tabletop. "They already hate each other. I think we got our war!"
"Watch where tha fuck yer shootin'!" Catherine bellowed from behind the table, knowing fully well the men outside would not hear her yell over the raging gunfire. Another round, this one a shotgun slug, burst through the wall near Bullseye's head and careened into the old hallway. It left a hole the size of a baseball in the wood. "I knew the money was too good to be an easy job." Cat said in a loud, sarcastic tone above the gunfire.
She had to move quickly. "Look, Bullsye..." Cat Fyre yelled above the screams as an explosion shook the foundation of the old office. Debris rained from the roof, and a patch of ceiling tiles fell beside Cat, crumbling into a pile of dust. "Ah don't know whut yer job outlines, friend, but I need Earl alive, and he's out there in this shit. I'm going after 'im before he gets shot in tha head or makes a run for it. I've got two thousand caps stashed in four ammo boxes, buried in the Mojave. I git another-" she paused as a nearby building buckled on it's ancient support beams. "'nuther four thousand when ah finish tha job. If yah help me, a bounty of it's yers."
Catherine army crawled from the overturned table to the hallway, sliding into a standing position and eyeballing the back door. The new holes in the office allowed a light breeze to enter the dusty ruin, causing her blonde hair to sway off her shoulder. Producing both of the Ranger Sequoia's, one from her hip and the second that was hidden in the small of her back, Cat took a deep breath. Holding both of the heirloom wepaons level with her shoulders, Catherine then looked back at Bullseye. "Whaddaya say, handsome?" Cat yelled above SMG fire.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 9, 2013 0:17:23 GMT -5
Daniel looked directly at Earl, he was aware that Earl probably wouldn't have heard of what he was wearing, it was some of the most advanced armor in history. Unfortunately he didn't have his Gatling Laser.
"Daniel....what the flying fuck are you wearing?"
"Advanced Power Armour Mark II. Standard Enclave power armour. I'll explain when we're back at where that map specifies."
Daniel looked around, he was hearing something. Amplified through his armor. It sounded like an engine. Daniel looked in the direction, and zoomed in. It was an NCR truck.
"Earl, I think-"
"NCR APPROACHING TOWN!"
"Yeah, that."
"This is about to get bad. Daniel, get the fuck somewhere they won't see you in all that. Uncle, stick with me."
"Yessir."
Daniel had no intentions of staying out of combat. Although he did hide behind a wall, and when the bullets started flying, Daniel walked out of cover and started firing upon the NCR soldiers. His armor struck fear into those that knew who it represented. The Enclave, a foe that should be dead. Daniel could hear a soldier yelling "ENCLAVE!".
"WE NEED TO GET THE BOYS OUT OF HERE DAN!"
Daniel backed up to where Earl was, and bit his lip. They had to fall back to the bunker.
"Earl, get as many Devils as you can, and get back to where that map says. I'll hold the line. Just get them out of here. I won't be far behind you."
Daniel pulled out a plasma grenade, and juggled it in his hand, then pulled the pin, and threw it at the truck. After a few seconds, it exploded, damaging the machine gun on top, and killing a few troopers, but the truck itself was still intact. Daniel stood out of cover, and fired again.
"EARL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, GET TO THAT BUNKER!"
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Post by Endicott on Dec 9, 2013 11:22:19 GMT -5
(Could you please stop cutting me off in the posting order?)
Earl, still half drunk, was startled by Daniel's greeting. Unlike the others, he took his time when turning around to greet him back. His shotgun seemed to fall from his grip and he slowly turned, stumbling, to face Daniel.
"Danie-"
He froze, as though he was the only one who could see the amazing, almost alien armour being worn by Daniel. He fell backward onto his bottom with a loud thud, a stared up in amazement. He said nothing and continued to stare, frozen as though in ice. While Earl and Daniel spoke briefly, he listened and began to stand up, having seemingly sobered up from seeing Daniel in the mysterious armour. When the NCR truck came into view on the horizon, the look of amazement disappeared and was replaced with a look of grave disappointment and sorrow. Abe picked up his Shotgun and checked that it was loaded.
"NCR on the hill boys, brace ya'selves!"
Upon hearing Daniel's command to Earl, he too began to ran towards the town to rally up some more Devils, safe in the knowledge that Daniel's armour could protect him.
He arrived in town and began shouting to all the weary farmers and ranchers and townsmen.
"The NCR's bringin' hell to Tull, boys! Grab a boomstick and get ya' asses ready for one heck of a firefight!!"
And with that, it began.
NCR troops dashed around the land, creeping around while ducking with their Service Rifles in hand. When he got the chance, Earl lit some dynamite and tossed it over the rock he was hiding behind. It only managed to kill three of them, but he was satisfied. He peered over the rock and shot when he could, mainly with his revolver for the moment. A few of these times he took hits in the arms and shoulders and eventually ran for better cover, bleeding and injured. The adrenaline was enough to keep him standing for now. One brave soldier took it upon himself to infiltrate the Devils' cover and met his end at Abe's shotgun, his head split in half by the myriad of ball-bearings spewing from the buckshots.
Abe began to shout for |Earl, realising that he couldn't take many more hits.
"Earl?! Earl??! Goddammit, where are ya' Earl??!"
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Post by GuardsGhost on Dec 10, 2013 15:30:16 GMT -5
[[Skipping Talon. You can account it to the confusion of the fire-fight if you want]]
This day just turned to utter shit.
That was Earls thought process. At some point, he had gotten separated from Uncle and Daniel. He was lying in the dirt, crawling forward next to the house (the cover Uncle and Daniel are in, he's on the other side), towards the NCR. His revolver had three shots left in it, and then he'd have to either reload or draw the other one, whichever came first. He slowly crept up, still crawling. The gunfire and confusion was good for sneaking, and he soon found himself behind the NCR Sergeant whose troops had executed the civilians.
Earl pulled his knife from his belt, and stood up, stabbing the Sergeant quickly in the back of the knee.
"GAH!" The Sergeant cried out, starting to fall forward and moving to catch himself, rifle falling from his hands. Before he could catch himself however, Earl yanked him up and began dragging the poor man back behind cover, knife back into his belt, revolver pressed against the mans chin, leaving a mark from the heat of the metal. "Stay quiet you murderin' son of a bitch, and you might just get outta this with all your body parts." Earl hissed at him, dragging him back behind a sand colored rock.
He threw the Sergeant down, and then hollered over at Daniel and Uncle. "DANIEL! GET THE FELLAS OUTTA THE SALOON AND GIT O'ER HERE! WE'VE GOT A TICKET OUTTA 'ERE!"
In the chaos and confusion of the fight, Martius had disappeared from Earls vision.
Legion son of a bitch is probably off slaughtering.
Earl mused to himself, firing his Revolver once in the general direction of the enemy. Two bullets left in this one. He propped himself against the rock, staying in cover for now with his prisoner. Waiting for his Devils to get out.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 10, 2013 16:08:01 GMT -5
Daniel zeroed in on the enemies, popping shots off like there was no tomorrow. He knew there were Devils in the saloon, it'd be difficult with his current weapon. If he had his gatling laser however.
"DANIEL! GET THE FELLAS OUTTA THE SALOON AND GIT O'ER HERE! WE'VE GOT A TICKET OUTTA 'ERE!"
Daniel nodded, and crouched next to Abe.
"Abe, I need you to follow me. Stay behind me and you'll be fine."
Daniel popped up again, and leapt over the barricade, and started firing. He kept looking back to see if Abe was injured, but the bullets were just flying past him, or ricocheting. They eventually made it to the Saloon, and got Abe in before the machine gunner started firing.
"WELL BOYS, IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY. EARL'S SENT ME TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS."
He however, had no idea how to get out of the mess.
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 11, 2013 0:32:22 GMT -5
Bullseye ducked his head as the wood next to him splintered in an explosion from the shotgun slug. A foot to the right, and he likely wouldn't have a head anymore. He could hear the repeat of a machine gun constantly firing into the houses, and he poked his head out over the corner of the window. A bunch of civilians were lying on the ground, staining the dirt with their blood. The NCR was being merciless in their killing. He never had been bothered much by killing, but pointless killing? There was nothing to be gained from those corpses. Sergeant Hatfield had never specified how he needed to finish the job, just that he could do whatever it took to get it done. And besides, the blonde was cute.
"Alright Darlin', ya got yerself a deal!" He yelled over the gunfire. He didn't care much for caps. He never needed more then a few hundred at a time, and even that was pretty heavy. If he ever grew old enough he wouldn't be able to work anymore, Bullseye had decided he would just off himself. Better to burn out then fade away. He'd have to discuss some better payment with Cat when they got out of this mess.
"Besides, maybe you can convince this Earl to lead us to who's actually n'charge! Don't matter how I stop it, just need proof I did!" Pushing off the wall, he dive-rolled across to where he'd left the lever action rifle. The machine gun fire ripped into the building, and a bullet caught the bottle of whiskey, shattering the glass and sending a spray of alcohol across the room. "Oh you sunuvabitch!" Leaning out, he cocked the rifle and fired, the rifled barrel spinning the bullet through the air, straight into the NCR Troopers for head on the machine gun. The man keeled over dead, and the machine gun served to the side, passing back over the house. One of the haywire rounds struck a metal desk in the abandoned building, sparks flying and landing in the spilled alcohol. Flames shot up and the old wooden building began to burn, with smoke rising into the room. Crawling over to his rucksack, he tied up the bag in cover from the hail of gunfire and tied it to the back if his belt, leaving the stick behind. "Cat! You alive over there!? Best time we be findin' your buddy Earl and gettin' the hell on outta here!"
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Post by Endicott on Dec 11, 2013 14:40:31 GMT -5
As Abe was escorted by Daniel to the saloon, a piece of shrapnel ricocheted off of a mailbox and became lodged in the lower part of Abe's spine. This happened just before reaching the door to the saloon, and Abe's legs gave way once they were inside.
"Gah! My legs! I can't feel my legs!"
Abe tried to stand but the intense pain was far too much for him to handle. Eventually, the shock caused him to black out and collapse further to the distress of others around him....
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 11, 2013 21:57:39 GMT -5
"Alright Darlin', ya got yerself a deal!" He yelled over the gunfire.
"Besides, maybe you can convince this Earl to lead us to who's actually n'charge! Don't matter how I stop it, just need proof I did!" A stray round from the machine gun caused the whiskey bottle to explode, spraying alcohol across the ancient room. "Oh you sunuvabitch!" Leaning out, he cocked the rifle and fired, the rifled barrel spinning the bullet through the air, straight into the NCR Troopers for head on the machine gun. The man keeled over dead, and the machine gun served to the side, passing back over the house. One of the haywire rounds struck a metal desk in the abandoned building, sparks flying and landing in the spilled alcohol. Flames shot up and the old wooden building began to burn, with smoke rising into the room. Crawling over to his rucksack, he tied up the bag in cover from the hail of gunfire and tied it to the back if his belt, leaving the stick behind. "Cat! You alive over there!? Best time we be findin' your buddy Earl and gettin' the hell on outta here!"
Catherine shielded her face as the flames erupted across the room, igniting the ancient office building with frightening speed. "Ah'm still breathin'! Back door takes us to the alley." she shouted over the gunfire and the roar of the growing flames. "Ahlright Bullseye, watch mah ass out there!" she yelled as she ducked low and made it to the door of the burning building. Rising before it, Catherine gave the door a heavy kick. It groaned, but the lock held. Stepping back a few paces, Catherine ran and kicked the door again. This time, the frame around the lock crumbled and the door swung open into the dusty alley. Catherine cleared the steps and landed with her back against the other building, a revolver pointed in either direction. She held this way until Bullseye had made it out of the building, then turned and began jogging North. The sound of rifle and shotgun fire seemed eternal, dwarfed only by the steady crescendo of flames behind them.
"I reckon' if we follow the sounds of the bolt actions and shotguns, we'll find the Devils. And if we can find tha Devils, they will prolly know where Earl is." Cat paused for a moment, listening to the sounds of battle. "Wait... they will probably try to cover Earl's escape." Catherine called to Bullseye as she ran to the end of the alley, the coat tail of her duster flapping lazily behind her. After glancing into the side street, Cat crouched low and made her way alongside the nearest aging structure.
Sliding against the corner of the last structure before the square, Catherine peeked out just enough to survey the street. Corpses of townsfolk littered the streets, accent by an occasional NCR trooper's body. She could barley see the truck, or what was left of it, leaning further back down the right street. Smoke rolled from it's engine bay. A deathcry was heard.
It seemed Catherine and Bullseye would not have to hunt for long. Earl's voice was hollering down the street just to their left, callin' his boys. Catherine's jade eyes locked with Bullseye's as she nodded in the direction of the voice and the gunshot. "That's him." she said in a grim tone, pulling back the hammer on the Sequoia in her right hand. "Sound's like he's taken ah hostage."
Making her way to the other side of the building quietly, the gun for hire was glad to have a partner for a change. Brushing the hair from her face with the back of her left hand, the woman looked to Bullseye one more time. She stared at Bullseye for a lingering moment, unsure how dangerous the Devils would become when they realized she was after Earl. Taking a deep breath, Catherine then parted her lips.
"Earl Walker! Seems you ran into some trouble before yah made it to tha office! I would like yer word that you ain't gonna shoot me and mah partner when I clear this here corner!" Catherine screamed from the corner closest to Earl's cover. A service rifle popped three times from somewhere near main street.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Dec 11, 2013 22:13:24 GMT -5
The battle was going poorly for both sides involved. The Devils were starting to fall back through the back, leaving only the men with Repeaters on the windows to guard them. One of the men waved at Daniel, "Come on Danny! We gotta go now! Earl can 'andle himself! He knows the desert like the back of his hand!" One of the men in a red shirt, brown pants, and black cowboy boots kicked out the back door, running out and shooting an NCR trooper who had taken cover there right in the back. "WE'RE CLEAR BOYS!"
The men up at the windows continued laying down fire with their repeaters. One of them aimed his rifle at Bullseye and Cat, but only saw two people dressed like Tull residents. Friendlies then.
Earl punched the NCR Sergeant in the gut, the man having not ceased his sniveling when he was captured. The sergeant was obviously not one of the veteran sergeants that he had been told to expect. The man looked as young as the others. "You spinless son of a bitch! Shut the fuck up! I'm gonna kill you for killing those people, but you decide how quick and merciful it's gonna be!" He hissed, shutting the sergeant right up. He risked a look over the rock to survey the battle, and barely saw Uncle go down from Shrapnel.
He cried out, "Uncle Abe!" And then. Her voice.
"Earl Walker! Seems you ran into some trouble before yah made it to tha office! I would like yer word that you ain't gonna shoot me and mah partner when I clear this here corner!" Catherine screamed from the corner closest to Earl's cover. A service rifle popped three times from somewhere near main street.
That bitch...she brought them here. She's with them all along...and I played right into her hands. An anger descended on him, and he almost went out charging...but then he stopped himself.
"I do not aim with my hand, he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father..." He muttered to himself, "I aim with my eye." He yanked the NCR Sergeant up, and stuck a stick of dynamite into the waistband of the mans pants. It was a long fuse. Long enough for him to run over.
"Sure I'll palaver with you!" He called over cheerfully, "As a show of good faith! I'll send back my hostage!" He grinned, striking a match and shoving the man forward. "You're free. Get to them, and it won't blow. You have a chance of surviving if you get there, yell or scream about the dynamite, and I'll shoot the stick."
The Sergeants eyes widened and he became pale faced. He began running forward, his tan uniform and the dust concealing the lit fuse. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm NCR! Please for the love of Jesus don't shoot!"
After he started running, Earl would prepare to move, shouting at Cat, "Last time we Palavered, NCR showed up you fucking RANGER!"
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 11, 2013 23:10:38 GMT -5
Bullseye headed for the back door, moving towards the square of light flooding through the buildings smoke. He nearly ran into Cat when he left the building, rifle in one hand and his other beating at fire on his leg. He had half a mind to stick around and kill off the rest of the NCR, but when she started leading them down the alley, he calmed himself again and chased her through the smoke and gunfire.
He took cover when Cat started screaming at Earl over the noise, reloading the lever action rifle, and watching their backside. When Earl yelled that he'd send over his hostage, Bullseye was confused. There was no reason they'd want an NCR hostage, especially not after the bastards had started shooting at them. And then it hit him - Cat had probably seen Earl already, and he'd recognized her gun just like he had. He probably thought that Cat had brought the NCR down on him, but if she was still trying to keep him alive, then that couldn't be the case.
If Earl didn't trust her, he'd need some other reason to see they weren't with the NCR.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm NCR! Please for the love of Jesus don't shoot!"
"Last time we Palavered, NCR showed up you fucking RANGER!"
The both of them barely finished their sentences before Bullseye popped around the corner and put a bullet through the Sergeants neck. The man fell to his knees, fueling blood a few feet from where Earl had pushed him, and Bullseye dove to cover on the other side of the alley, oblivious of the threat the 'hostage' had posed. "YOU KEEP 'IM. WE DUN WANT THAT MURDERIN' SUN'BITCH!
Bullseye kicked in the door across the alleyway, motioning for Cat to go around the other way. If the rebel wouldn't listen, he'd have to make the rebel listen. Quickly, he vaulted over some rubble and sprinted through the building, heading for a broken window down the hallway. He dove forward out the window, scraping his arm on some of the broken glass, rolling to his feet and sprinting down another alleyway. Hopefully, if they cornered him the bastard would hear them out and they could focus on getting away from the NCR.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Dec 12, 2013 0:08:05 GMT -5
Earl's response to Catherine was confusing to the woman, until it hit her that the guy was convinced she's a desert ranger. Mother fucker. Cat thought to herself as Earl released his hostage. The NCR soldier pleaded from somewhere around the corner. The sounds of battle continued.
Bullseye spun 'round the corner, dropping the NCR hostage dead before returning to his position behind the building. The man had pled for his life. Bullseye told Earl that they did not want the murderer without looking Catherine's way.
Catherine then shot him a what the hell? look as he motioned for her to go around the building. Cat could not believe he had just murdered a man for such little reason. Bullseye entered the other side of the structure, attempting to cut off Earl's escape route. Sighing, Catherine spun and began to circle the ruin.
The woman had almost made her way around to Earl when the dynamite exploded.
The blast rumbled the earth beneath the ruins, causing a large chunk of it's southern wall to collapse out into the street. Dust was kicked up from behind the building, and gore rained from the sky. Cat steadied herself behind the corner, which now was sporting several fresh cracks.
Catherine readied the heirloom weapon, rage building as she realizes Earl had tried to murder them. The woman's heart beat against her rib cage, and with the toxic anger came the acidic adrenaline. It burned in her legs and arms again, forcing Catherine to clear her mind or succumb to the bloodlust. ( It wasn't easy to resist, and the stress of the situation sat heavily on her shoulders. )
Is Bullseye alright? she briefly wondered. Exhaling slowly, she composed herself. If Earl came around her side of the building, or made a run for the saloon, he would be in her sights. She prepared to make her move.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 12, 2013 0:32:58 GMT -5
Daniel dragged Abe inside the Saloon, and as he had the closest thing to real medical knowledge, did his best to patch Abe up with some whiskey, a pair of pliers, and a makeshift turniquet. The machine gunner stopped firing, and Daniel told one of the Devils to keep pressure, he grabbed his hunting rifle, and jumped over to the gun, and as he was getting close, an NCR soldier got on it. Daniel sprung into action, and as the gun started spinning, Daniel sent a .308 round straight through the man's skull. Daniel climbed up on the truck, and got onto the machine gun, and laid down fire upon every NCR soldier he could see. Daniel ordered an armored Devil up onto the machine gun, while Daniel made gun runs to the Saloon, giving guns to all of the Devils there.
Daniel got to the back door, and while locked, it was no match for the weight of his kick against it, and it was kicked straight down. He guided the Devils to the bunker, and led them into the hatch, then Daniel himself went in when he made sure no NCR soldiers were following him. The lights immediately lit up, and the Devils were looking around the room.
"Daniel Sinclair, May the Enclave live long."
The Rock wall retracted, showing a metal bulkhead.
"Activation Code, Chronos Beta Delta Sierra Two-Two-Four-One."
The bulkhead retracted too, and showed the bunker finally. He showed the Devils where they could setup, in the mess. He told them to get a good nights rest, they have a lot to do in the morning, Daniel himself got out of the armor, and locked in in a forcefield mannequin, then got some shuteye himself.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Dec 12, 2013 1:44:20 GMT -5
"YOU KEEP 'IM. WE DUN WANT THAT MURDERIN' SUN'BITCH!
Earl heard this as he darted around from his cover to the right side of the building, only being able to hope his Devils had gotten away as the gunshots died away. Even the men at the windows had ceased firing and begun to flee. Earl pressed his back against the wall, taking a deep breath as he began to reload his revolver, spinning the cylinder with his thumb and sliding rounds into it.
He swore at the resulting explosion from the dynamite, moving his scarf to cover his mouth and nose- just as Bullseye came diving through the window next to him.
"SHIT!" He'd raise his revolver, only to whirl around upon hearing Cat come around from the other side. His other hand was nowhere near the second revolver, it had been holding the scarf over his mouth.
"Shit!" He hissed once more, revolver swinging back and forth between the two.
"...Shit."
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Post by ShockHelix on Dec 12, 2013 2:01:44 GMT -5
The lever action rifle was trained on Earl as Bullseye came out of his roll, but he was considerably relieved when Cat came out on the other side of the building. Earl switched his own gun between them, cursing all the while, and Bullseye's had half a mind to shoot him then and there as the gunfire died away.
Slowly, he lowered his own rifle, hoping Cat would put a round through Earl if he tried anything stupid. He kept his voice low enough for Earl to hear, hoping any nearby NCR couldn't. "Would ya put that fuckin' thing down. Between you, Cat, and the NCR, I got half a mind to shoot the next person points a gun at me. S'been quite enough for one day."
He turned his back for a moment, looking down the alleyway, hoping no NCR would show up and giving Cat a chance to have her say, this was her rodeo after all. Two soldiers ran down the alleyway on the other side, and Bullseye was glad they'd moved up to intercept Earl. He ducked back quickly so the men wouldn't see him, and looked back to Earl and Cat.
"Can we please get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is another NCR bastard trying to give me the noose." It was more then he wanted to reveal, but hopefully it was enough for Earl that Cat would be willing to work with someone 'wanted' by the NCR, even if neither of them knew the full story. He was certain he'd have some explaining to do later on.
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