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tws thoughts of violence, blood, murder, mentions of alcohol, religion, injury, broken bones, blood
The sound of the shots still rang in his ears as he ran towards the section of taller buildings. The shooter couldn't be that far away, not from the trajectory of the shots, combined with the timing of the sound and when the bullet hit its victim. He'd discarded his riffle at the scene of the shooting in order to run faster, and while his leg was sore from where the bullet had pierced it three weeks prior, any pain that he had was gone as he ran.
Adrenaline coursed though his veins, blood pumped in his ears, the sound of everything muted. Reaching the building he didn't hesitate, taking out his gun, he burst through the door, taking the steps two at a time and confronting a figure dressed all in black on the landing of the second floor. He had half expected it to be Brian, no, he had wanted it to be Brain, but that slippery son of a bitch wasn't that stupid.
Before he could say a word, he felt the gun fly from his hand and a swift kick push him back against the wall, and window. Catching himself before he could hit the window, he returned the kick swiftly, knocking his opponent to the ground, though he as up two seconds later. Mike's knives sprung to his hands, and his opponent also had knives in his hands, after all, this had to be a fair fight, right?
The two circled each other on the landing, though there was not much room, when Mike was facing the window, he lunged, his opponent jumped away, the blade barely missing his stomach, but the jump set him off balance, and he landed less than a foot from the window. With yell, (Mike wasn't sure why he yelled) he tackled the man into the window, both of them crashing through, falling, landing on the roof of an old and rusted car, denting the roof.
Mike had his knife to the man's throat now, and grunting in pain he pushed himself up, pulling his captive with him, and sliding off the roof, shit that had hurt. But the car had broken his fall, and so had parts of his opponent, "Alright Robin Hood, let's get going." He pushed the man forward, pulling his second gun from his ankle holster and holding it close to the man's back.
"I thought that was you Mike! How's the wife? Kids?" Mike swallowed back the emotions coming to him. Outside of Will, Martin Kelly had been the closest thing to a friend that Mike had in his unit. He'd even spent holidays with Kelly's family, Kelly had introduced him to Jenny... whatever his former friend was doing with Brian couldn't be good. "Martin, umm, why the hell are you with Brian? You know he cares about nobody but himself."
Mike decided to skip answering the question asked, he really didn't want to deal with that. "Brian's a dick, I grant you that, but he's not all bad. He saved my mom's life, and I owe 'im, he cashed in the favor today, said he needed a sniper to take somebody out." Mike felt his head spinning, so he'd just tackled his old friend out a window for nothing? "Well, you're gonna have to come with me anyways, my boss is going to want to talk to you... at length... about Brian."
Mike did not envy Kelly, he knew that he could let the man go, pretend he'd never got him, but that wasn't his style, if Kelly was really innocent, didn't work with the Insurrection, then he had nothing to fear from an interrogation, though Cat might mess him up a bit. Kelly shrugged, "You do what you gotta do, right?" Mike's face twisted slightly but he nodded and grabbed his former friend's hands zip tying them together.
Mike then pushed Kelly forward not roughly, enough to get the man moving. "Let's get going." He muttered and they trudged towards the casino, Mike sore from the fall and his bullet wound, and Kelly sore from being tackled out a window and basically landed on by Mike. They both probably had broken bones, twisted ribs, fractures, bruises everywhere, but Mike wasn't going to complain about a little break here or there.
As they reached the casino, his eyebrows raised, the damage done by the teens wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either, the explosives had probably detonated at the wrong time, or perhaps they had used flawed explosives, either way, he was beginning to think that Brian had not planned on that blowing up, it would explain taking out the teens who had lacked discipline and fallen into enemy hands.
It would also explain why Kelly had been asked to preform a hit, probably on Cat, maybe on him, or even on Creed... god, his life was a clusterfuck. It seemed that he could not get away from his old life, it always seemed to find him.
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The sound of the shots still rang in his ears as he ran towards the section of taller buildings. The shooter couldn't be that far away, not from the trajectory of the shots, combined with the timing of the sound and when the bullet hit its victim. He'd discarded his riffle at the scene of the shooting in order to run faster, and while his leg was sore from where the bullet had pierced it three weeks prior, any pain that he had was gone as he ran.
Adrenaline coursed though his veins, blood pumped in his ears, the sound of everything muted. Reaching the building he didn't hesitate, taking out his gun, he burst through the door, taking the steps two at a time and confronting a figure dressed all in black on the landing of the second floor. He had half expected it to be Brian, no, he had wanted it to be Brain, but that slippery son of a bitch wasn't that stupid.
Before he could say a word, he felt the gun fly from his hand and a swift kick push him back against the wall, and window. Catching himself before he could hit the window, he returned the kick swiftly, knocking his opponent to the ground, though he as up two seconds later. Mike's knives sprung to his hands, and his opponent also had knives in his hands, after all, this had to be a fair fight, right?
The two circled each other on the landing, though there was not much room, when Mike was facing the window, he lunged, his opponent jumped away, the blade barely missing his stomach, but the jump set him off balance, and he landed less than a foot from the window. With yell, (Mike wasn't sure why he yelled) he tackled the man into the window, both of them crashing through, falling, landing on the roof of an old and rusted car, denting the roof.
Mike had his knife to the man's throat now, and grunting in pain he pushed himself up, pulling his captive with him, and sliding off the roof, shit that had hurt. But the car had broken his fall, and so had parts of his opponent, "Alright Robin Hood, let's get going." He pushed the man forward, pulling his second gun from his ankle holster and holding it close to the man's back.
"I thought that was you Mike! How's the wife? Kids?" Mike swallowed back the emotions coming to him. Outside of Will, Martin Kelly had been the closest thing to a friend that Mike had in his unit. He'd even spent holidays with Kelly's family, Kelly had introduced him to Jenny... whatever his former friend was doing with Brian couldn't be good. "Martin, umm, why the hell are you with Brian? You know he cares about nobody but himself."
Mike decided to skip answering the question asked, he really didn't want to deal with that. "Brian's a dick, I grant you that, but he's not all bad. He saved my mom's life, and I owe 'im, he cashed in the favor today, said he needed a sniper to take somebody out." Mike felt his head spinning, so he'd just tackled his old friend out a window for nothing? "Well, you're gonna have to come with me anyways, my boss is going to want to talk to you... at length... about Brian."
Mike did not envy Kelly, he knew that he could let the man go, pretend he'd never got him, but that wasn't his style, if Kelly was really innocent, didn't work with the Insurrection, then he had nothing to fear from an interrogation, though Cat might mess him up a bit. Kelly shrugged, "You do what you gotta do, right?" Mike's face twisted slightly but he nodded and grabbed his former friend's hands zip tying them together.
Mike then pushed Kelly forward not roughly, enough to get the man moving. "Let's get going." He muttered and they trudged towards the casino, Mike sore from the fall and his bullet wound, and Kelly sore from being tackled out a window and basically landed on by Mike. They both probably had broken bones, twisted ribs, fractures, bruises everywhere, but Mike wasn't going to complain about a little break here or there.
As they reached the casino, his eyebrows raised, the damage done by the teens wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either, the explosives had probably detonated at the wrong time, or perhaps they had used flawed explosives, either way, he was beginning to think that Brian had not planned on that blowing up, it would explain taking out the teens who had lacked discipline and fallen into enemy hands.
It would also explain why Kelly had been asked to preform a hit, probably on Cat, maybe on him, or even on Creed... god, his life was a clusterfuck. It seemed that he could not get away from his old life, it always seemed to find him.
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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.