After a quick look, mscriv decided that the door on the right looks like it'll lead somewhere.
Somewhere that can be blown up!
Attempting to hide the glee that has begun to crawl onto his face, mscriv waved for the others to follow.
"Why right? I like lefties!" cried that damn drug dealer.
Resisting the urge to slip a dynamite down his pants, mscriv replied "because I'm a right-handed. Now shut the **** up unless anyone else has objective objections?"
No one did, so mscriv went straight to the small door - small for the mansion, that is - and tried the door. A faint "the ****?" escaped his lips when the door easily swung open.
"Someone forgot to lock his back door," said the CIA agent coolly.
mscriv is starting to like the CIA agent - she's nice to look at, at least - but he'd swallow a live dynamite before believing she's former CIA. No one leaves the goddamned CIA, mscriv knows better than to believe otherwise.
"Ladies first," replied mscriv. Scoffing, the torture expert stepped inside.
"Boss was right. You ****ers are so goddamned predictable."
As soon as mscriv heard this, everything turned into a blur of action. mscriv and the rest of the assassins flattened themselves against the wall on either side of the door.
The goon screamed as he spayed bullets from his machine gun towards the doorway. The CIA agent didn't have a chance; she only had a chance to draw her gun and fire one shot off before her body was riddled with bullets and knocked backwards through the door.
A grunt from the goon confirmed that her shot hit. Not fatally, unfortunately, as after a brief pause, the bullets resumed flying out of the doorway.
The doctor grunted as a random bullet bounced off the doorframe and hit his arm, sending him scurrying further away from the edge of the door.
The drug dealer was suddenly all business, edging towards the doorway with his gun drawn. During a very brief pause, the dealer popped in and fired off a series of shots. Stupidly, he stayed to watch whether his bullets hit. None of them did. However, one of the goon's bullet did; hitting the drug dealer in the leg. With a grunt, the dealer dove off to the side, dodging further bullets. That move saved his life.
Suddenly, the gun expert, who was standing silently to mscriv's left walked away from the wall and turned towards the door. As bullets flew around him, he drew up his gun in one hand, and fired off a shot.
Suddenly, all was silent. mscriv risked a peek, and there, lying on the floor in his own blood, was the damn goon, a hole in his forehead.
"Goddammit!" shouted the doctor who was now kneeling next to the CIA agent's dying body.
"Good shooting," was all mscriv could think to say. He did not receive a reply. Instead, the gunslinger silently walked into the mansion. mscriv noticed a small limp, and looking at his leg saw that a bullet grazed his left leg. ****er's got the luck of a goddamned leprechaun.
"This is not a regular goon. A Don would never give such kit to someone he hired off the street," said the sneaking expert, who was suddenly just there, next to the gunslinger standing over the dead goon's body. mscriv hasn't even seen her walk inside.
That's ****ing stealth for you, all right. The unscathed mscriv followed the others inside what turned out to be a infirmary bay, with beds lining one side and medical **** on tables and shelves on the other.
"This one won't be receiving medical attention, that's for sure," mscriv said to no one in particular.
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GAME STATUS:
MAP:
STATS:
mscriv: Level 3, 3 AP, 3 HP
Queen of Spades: Level 2, 2 AP, 0 HP
Koodauw: Level 3, 3 AP, 2 HP
Moyank24: Level 3, 3 AP, 2 HP
Don't panic: Level 3, 3 AP, 2 HP
Rodimus Prime: Level 3, 3 AP, 2 HP
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Good guys' round over; over to the bad guys!