Max leaned up against the wall, wearing sunglasses and with a cancer stick hanging from his mouth. It was lit and the smoke twirled in the air. It was like a beacon in a storm, but at the moment he didn't care. A LEGACY hit team was on them like moths to a flame.
"You okay?" he asked Goner.
Goner gave him the thumbs-up signal. It was only a flesh wound. He was wrapping a makeshift bandage around the calf of his right leg.
"You think you can make the last thirty yards?" Max questioned him again. "Because if you can't I will make the stand here."
"Yeah, I can make that run," Goner assured him. "I'll be glad when this ride's over."
"What's taking you old ladies so long?" Frank's voice sqawked in the headset. "I know you fellows love to stop and smell the roses but we haven't got much time here."
"Just keep your panties on," Max keyed back. "Me and Hopalong will be there in a few minutes. Keep the portal open."
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Interlutity
Mags looked up at the evening sky and let slip a sigh. She watched as a meteorite streaked through the sky and she found herself thinking of a happier time. A smile slipped across her lips like a diamond on velvet.
"Penny for your thoughts," Angst said.
"Well, for these thoughts it'll cost you more than a penny," Mags replied.
"Penny for your thoughts," Angst said.
"Well, for these thoughts it'll cost you more than a penny," Mags replied.
Soda Pop Blues...
Goner stepped out of the rain and into a corner store. It was one of
those old mom and pop shoppes that even had an elderly couple behind the
counter.
Nice nostalgia touch.
He went to the pop cooler and reached inside and grabbed a soda. On his slow pace to the counter he stopped by the magazine rack and glanced at a few tabloids there, hoping the rain would be just a few minutes thing and then he'd be off and in the clear again.
It looked like the rain was going to be around for a little while, so he decided to pay for his drink and leave.
And that's when he heard:
"Okay old man hand over the cash!"
Goner saw two men at the front of the store, one at the counter holding a pistol, the other by the door with a shotgun.
"Mutherfarker," he whispered to himself. He glanced down at the soda and he shook the can vigorously. "Talk about bad karma."
Nice nostalgia touch.
He went to the pop cooler and reached inside and grabbed a soda. On his slow pace to the counter he stopped by the magazine rack and glanced at a few tabloids there, hoping the rain would be just a few minutes thing and then he'd be off and in the clear again.
It looked like the rain was going to be around for a little while, so he decided to pay for his drink and leave.
And that's when he heard:
"Okay old man hand over the cash!"
Goner saw two men at the front of the store, one at the counter holding a pistol, the other by the door with a shotgun.
"Mutherfarker," he whispered to himself. He glanced down at the soda and he shook the can vigorously. "Talk about bad karma."
Deep Into a Well
"You really don't give a rat's ass, do you?" Agent Jak asked Max.
Max was bound in a chair. He had this feeling that these guys wanted something, something he couldn't give them since he didn't know what the hell they where talking about.
"Let's give him a minute to think about it," Agent Lendes replied. He was taking a sip from a Good Tomes coffee cup. "Let's see if the fog clears away from his circuits."
Max didn't know what the hell was going on around him. All he knew was that he was walking towards his job when this van pulled up and these men in black reached out and grabbed him and gassed him.
"I'm no terrorist," Max proclaimed.
"We know bonehead," Jak answered curtly. Jak was getting tired of this shit. "You can quit this bullshit act of yours anytime. The sooner you do, the sooner our lives will be easier."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
And he received a backhand as an answer. Blood spilled from his lips and onto the floor and Max's eyes narrowed on the blood stain on the floor. It was a pattern. A look of recognition slowly dawned upon his face.
Max was bound in a chair. He had this feeling that these guys wanted something, something he couldn't give them since he didn't know what the hell they where talking about.
"Let's give him a minute to think about it," Agent Lendes replied. He was taking a sip from a Good Tomes coffee cup. "Let's see if the fog clears away from his circuits."
Max didn't know what the hell was going on around him. All he knew was that he was walking towards his job when this van pulled up and these men in black reached out and grabbed him and gassed him.
"I'm no terrorist," Max proclaimed.
"We know bonehead," Jak answered curtly. Jak was getting tired of this shit. "You can quit this bullshit act of yours anytime. The sooner you do, the sooner our lives will be easier."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
And he received a backhand as an answer. Blood spilled from his lips and onto the floor and Max's eyes narrowed on the blood stain on the floor. It was a pattern. A look of recognition slowly dawned upon his face.
Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting
"You got your Mars Face on?"
Suki smiled. The Godhammer was powered and ready for action as it glowed an unearthly light. Silhouetting her body and making her look more like an angelic being than the schoolgirl that she was.
"Well, are we going to stand here and wait like old ladies for a bus or what?" Goner asked. He was nervous and ready for action.
"Waiting," Max replied.
"For what?" Goner questioned.
"The right moment."
Suki smiled. The Godhammer was powered and ready for action as it glowed an unearthly light. Silhouetting her body and making her look more like an angelic being than the schoolgirl that she was.
"Well, are we going to stand here and wait like old ladies for a bus or what?" Goner asked. He was nervous and ready for action.
"Waiting," Max replied.
"For what?" Goner questioned.
"The right moment."
Life's a Beach...
Mags laid back on the towel letting the sun's rays work its magic on her body. The sound of the waves lapping on the beach made it an even more idyllic setting.
"This is what the doctor ordered," she said.
"Yeah. No kidding," Angst added.
Angst glanced around her and smiled.
Frank and Goner where flipping the frisbee to each other, while Max was in the water. He was lying on a rubber raft with an ashtray by his side and a bottle of Corona on the other side.
"This is what the doctor ordered," she said.
"Yeah. No kidding," Angst added.
Angst glanced around her and smiled.
Frank and Goner where flipping the frisbee to each other, while Max was in the water. He was lying on a rubber raft with an ashtray by his side and a bottle of Corona on the other side.
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