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excuse to really shoot someone in the face, to be doing it for the right reason, to be saving people's lives.
“I didn't realize how much I'd missed that little buddy,” Gunner said, stepping over the quivering corpse of the former scientist and using his boot to roll the body flat onto its back. “It's not an easy feeling to describe to your every day average citizen, blowing a guys head off. Once you get a taste of killing a bad guy well that's hard to forget I guess.”
Gunner unloaded the clip into what was left of Satoshi's skull. Pieces of scalp, brain, and hair flew in a wide radius as the bullets penetrated through the sunken face, leaving smoking trails in the wet meat. A dark oily substance ran out and covered the stone still body. It practically climbed the side of Gunner's boot. Gunner was staring hard at the substance. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Tiny white microscopic foam seemed to be seeping out of it, just like with Torres. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't hear the police cars as they screeched to a halt in front of him. It took several calls over their PA system to shake him back to reality. He looked up to see officers on all sides of him, flashing sirens blue and red splashing over him, guns drawn and pointed at him as if he were the source of the commotion. He was confused. He was obviously not the villain. He'd save lives. He was a fucking hero!
“This is your last warning,” the lead officer yelled over the PA. “Drop your weapon and put your hands slowly on your head or we will shoot!”
This is all wrong , thought Gunner. This is no way to treat a veteran, much less the guy that just stopped a killing rampage.
He calmly leaned over and gently set down his beloved HK. It was too precious of a weapon to simply drop. He could feel their guns, along with their hatred, trained on him with every move.
“Now put your hands behind your head and get on your knees,” the officer instructed him.
Gunner could feel his pride stinging. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He did as he was told and several officers raced out to him. In seconds he was handcuffed and dragged to his feet towards the lead officer. He was a pudgy white guy in his late thirties with a widow's peak and coffee stained teeth. He looked more agitated than scared now. This was his town, and someone was tearing it up. Gunner turned his head for a moment, watching as an officer picked up his HK with gloves. A pang of jealousy shot through him unexpectedly, like the officer had tied him up and made him watch while he fondled his wife's bare breast in front of him.
“You wanna tell us just what's going on here pal?”
Gunner grinned at him as he shook his head from side to side.
“Guess it's true what they say,” he began.
“What's that shitbird?” The officer looked tired and impatient.
“No good deed goes unpunished.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Looks like we've reached the end of today's episode kiddies. Let's do a quick rewind for those of you still drooling on your keyboard, or as I like to affectionately call them - boob noobs.”
Max had turned her extra room into a small webcam studio with walls of bright Kino Flo lights arranged around her bed and her right in the middle. She had a bank of monitors on her desk and a mounted video camera to stream her show, instead of just the camera already built into the laptops most people used. She looked almost ridiculous with all that makeup on, her hair done up with furry cat ears topping her head. She had a custom video game guitar with sexy Coop-style demon girls drawn on it, designed by an insanely rich and obsessive fan, cradled in her hands. She was wearing a pink glitter lipstick that matched the pink glitter paint covering up her puffy nipples, She didn't have a top on. She preferred to leave her breasts almost fully exposed when she taped episodes, to give as much tease as she could without going full porno. She'd spawned a legion of fans with
“I didn't realize how much I'd missed that little buddy,” Gunner said, stepping over the quivering corpse of the former scientist and using his boot to roll the body flat onto its back. “It's not an easy feeling to describe to your every day average citizen, blowing a guys head off. Once you get a taste of killing a bad guy well that's hard to forget I guess.”
Gunner unloaded the clip into what was left of Satoshi's skull. Pieces of scalp, brain, and hair flew in a wide radius as the bullets penetrated through the sunken face, leaving smoking trails in the wet meat. A dark oily substance ran out and covered the stone still body. It practically climbed the side of Gunner's boot. Gunner was staring hard at the substance. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Tiny white microscopic foam seemed to be seeping out of it, just like with Torres. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't hear the police cars as they screeched to a halt in front of him. It took several calls over their PA system to shake him back to reality. He looked up to see officers on all sides of him, flashing sirens blue and red splashing over him, guns drawn and pointed at him as if he were the source of the commotion. He was confused. He was obviously not the villain. He'd save lives. He was a fucking hero!
“This is your last warning,” the lead officer yelled over the PA. “Drop your weapon and put your hands slowly on your head or we will shoot!”
This is all wrong , thought Gunner. This is no way to treat a veteran, much less the guy that just stopped a killing rampage.
He calmly leaned over and gently set down his beloved HK. It was too precious of a weapon to simply drop. He could feel their guns, along with their hatred, trained on him with every move.
“Now put your hands behind your head and get on your knees,” the officer instructed him.
Gunner could feel his pride stinging. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He did as he was told and several officers raced out to him. In seconds he was handcuffed and dragged to his feet towards the lead officer. He was a pudgy white guy in his late thirties with a widow's peak and coffee stained teeth. He looked more agitated than scared now. This was his town, and someone was tearing it up. Gunner turned his head for a moment, watching as an officer picked up his HK with gloves. A pang of jealousy shot through him unexpectedly, like the officer had tied him up and made him watch while he fondled his wife's bare breast in front of him.
“You wanna tell us just what's going on here pal?”
Gunner grinned at him as he shook his head from side to side.
“Guess it's true what they say,” he began.
“What's that shitbird?” The officer looked tired and impatient.
“No good deed goes unpunished.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Looks like we've reached the end of today's episode kiddies. Let's do a quick rewind for those of you still drooling on your keyboard, or as I like to affectionately call them - boob noobs.”
Max had turned her extra room into a small webcam studio with walls of bright Kino Flo lights arranged around her bed and her right in the middle. She had a bank of monitors on her desk and a mounted video camera to stream her show, instead of just the camera already built into the laptops most people used. She looked almost ridiculous with all that makeup on, her hair done up with furry cat ears topping her head. She had a custom video game guitar with sexy Coop-style demon girls drawn on it, designed by an insanely rich and obsessive fan, cradled in her hands. She was wearing a pink glitter lipstick that matched the pink glitter paint covering up her puffy nipples, She didn't have a top on. She preferred to leave her breasts almost fully exposed when she taped episodes, to give as much tease as she could without going full porno. She'd spawned a legion of fans with
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