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The resounding thump as Pol landed face first in the dirt behind one of the boulders in the forest was not one of her more glorious moments. Mind you, a mouthful of earth was infinitely preferable to a belly full of lead, she reminded herself, as bullets slammed into the rock as she feverishly reloaded. "All in all, not one of our better jobs," she muttered to herself, daring to risk a glance around the smooth rock and pulling back quickly to avoid getting a fatal case of lead brain. She growled angrily, looking around. Where the hell were Brent and Cobb?
Brent was currently behind a tree, but only for a moment. He stuck his head out, followed by the long barrel of a rifle, and fired several times over. The shots, while aimed, weren't aimed to the best of his ability. He didn't have the time, they were meant as distractions to get the assailants of the captain's back long enough for her to get to safer ground.
And just where was Cobb? He had spent the evening prior to the job frequenting the local den of iniquity. So, having had a night of carousing, he woke up to gunfire. Quickly Sera was grabbed and he glanced out of the window. He had a clear view of Pol and Brent, as well as their assailants. "Aiya!" He muttered under his breath. From up above, he aimed carefully, had the time to do so, not that he needed it, and fired into the brain pan, then another. "Pickin' off fish in a barrel, darlin'." He grinned to the terrified whore hiding in her closet.
The distraction of gunfire from her two crewmates gave Pol a chance to scramble to better cover, dropping to her knees beside Brent and firing back at their newfound enemy. At least two of the seven were down, and she couldn't quite make out the leader. "Gorram it, why d'jobs never go t'way they're s'posed to?"
"That's an easy one, cap'n," he replied as he leaned out, taking time to aim now that the captain was in a better position, and fired off a few well aimed shots, then ducked behind cover once more. "If things always went the way they're s'posed to, life'd have no excitement."
Shots were being fired in Cobb's direction now, and he remained behind the wall, holding Sera up beside his ear. "Gotta go, doll." he grinned and bolted from the room. Soon he found himself downstairs and slipping out into the shadows. Another of the assailants was spoked. Sera was holstered and a wicked little dagger was brought from his boot. It was thrown, straight and true, landing in the assailant's throat. "The gorram hell's going on?" He made a mad dash then, rolling for cover beside Pol and Brent. "What went wrong?"
"Cobb, nice o'ya t'join us," Pol threw the merc a tight-lipped grin before leaning out once more, firing off another couple of shots. This time, however, she didn't move fast enough, spinning back around with a stifled cry of pain as a bullet zinged past, cutting through cloth and flesh to leave her shoulder bleeding profusely. "Gorram gou cao de hun dan wants t'take the goods without payin', that's what's 'appenin'!"
He glanced down at the captain for a moment, then over at Cobb. "S'usually the case when somethin' goes wrong," then once more he was ducking out of cover, well aimed shots taken, at least two men were downed before he was ducking around behind cover once more.
When the captain went down, Cobb raised his head, fired off two more rounds, then tucked Sera away. He peeled off his shirt and pressed it to Pol's shoulder. "Great, our pilot is out here and the captain is wounded. She needs Aidyn!"
She batted Cobb's hands away with an impatient huff, leaning back 'round to take careful aim and put another man down. Two left ... "I ain't down, I am pissed off!" she hissed. "Where in the gorram hells were you this mornin', eh?" She glanced up at Brent with a scowl. "One o'you get those two down, an' let's get outta here."
He grunted, peeling away from the cover to aim, and fire off a quick series of shots. The last two were downed, and he looked down at the captain, and up at Cobb. "Ya alrigh', cap'n?"
With the assailants downed, Cobb returned his attention to the wound on the captain's shoulder. "Hold still. " He frowned and kept pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding. "Was takin' care o' bisnez." Frowning, he looked over at Brent. "Don't just sit there, go get the money and some water. I'll carry her out of here."
The resounding thump as Pol landed face first in the dirt behind one of the boulders in the forest was not one of her more glorious moments. Mind you, a mouthful of earth was infinitely preferable to a belly full of lead, she reminded herself, as bullets slammed into the rock as she feverishly reloaded. "All in all, not one of our better jobs," she muttered to herself, daring to risk a glance around the smooth rock and pulling back quickly to avoid getting a fatal case of lead brain. She growled angrily, looking around. Where the hell were Brent and Cobb?
Brent was currently behind a tree, but only for a moment. He stuck his head out, followed by the long barrel of a rifle, and fired several times over. The shots, while aimed, weren't aimed to the best of his ability. He didn't have the time, they were meant as distractions to get the assailants of the captain's back long enough for her to get to safer ground.
And just where was Cobb? He had spent the evening prior to the job frequenting the local den of iniquity. So, having had a night of carousing, he woke up to gunfire. Quickly Sera was grabbed and he glanced out of the window. He had a clear view of Pol and Brent, as well as their assailants. "Aiya!" He muttered under his breath. From up above, he aimed carefully, had the time to do so, not that he needed it, and fired into the brain pan, then another. "Pickin' off fish in a barrel, darlin'." He grinned to the terrified whore hiding in her closet.
The distraction of gunfire from her two crewmates gave Pol a chance to scramble to better cover, dropping to her knees beside Brent and firing back at their newfound enemy. At least two of the seven were down, and she couldn't quite make out the leader. "Gorram it, why d'jobs never go t'way they're s'posed to?"
"That's an easy one, cap'n," he replied as he leaned out, taking time to aim now that the captain was in a better position, and fired off a few well aimed shots, then ducked behind cover once more. "If things always went the way they're s'posed to, life'd have no excitement."
Shots were being fired in Cobb's direction now, and he remained behind the wall, holding Sera up beside his ear. "Gotta go, doll." he grinned and bolted from the room. Soon he found himself downstairs and slipping out into the shadows. Another of the assailants was spoked. Sera was holstered and a wicked little dagger was brought from his boot. It was thrown, straight and true, landing in the assailant's throat. "The gorram hell's going on?" He made a mad dash then, rolling for cover beside Pol and Brent. "What went wrong?"
"Cobb, nice o'ya t'join us," Pol threw the merc a tight-lipped grin before leaning out once more, firing off another couple of shots. This time, however, she didn't move fast enough, spinning back around with a stifled cry of pain as a bullet zinged past, cutting through cloth and flesh to leave her shoulder bleeding profusely. "Gorram gou cao de hun dan wants t'take the goods without payin', that's what's 'appenin'!"
He glanced down at the captain for a moment, then over at Cobb. "S'usually the case when somethin' goes wrong," then once more he was ducking out of cover, well aimed shots taken, at least two men were downed before he was ducking around behind cover once more.
When the captain went down, Cobb raised his head, fired off two more rounds, then tucked Sera away. He peeled off his shirt and pressed it to Pol's shoulder. "Great, our pilot is out here and the captain is wounded. She needs Aidyn!"
She batted Cobb's hands away with an impatient huff, leaning back 'round to take careful aim and put another man down. Two left ... "I ain't down, I am pissed off!" she hissed. "Where in the gorram hells were you this mornin', eh?" She glanced up at Brent with a scowl. "One o'you get those two down, an' let's get outta here."
He grunted, peeling away from the cover to aim, and fire off a quick series of shots. The last two were downed, and he looked down at the captain, and up at Cobb. "Ya alrigh', cap'n?"
With the assailants downed, Cobb returned his attention to the wound on the captain's shoulder. "Hold still. " He frowned and kept pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding. "Was takin' care o' bisnez." Frowning, he looked over at Brent. "Don't just sit there, go get the money and some water. I'll carry her out of here."