Sounds like your just having "one of those days" I get them as well, you wake up and from the very instant your foot hits the ground you know there is something amiss with the world. Still I like to think by the philosophy of "Nothing will come from worrying." and you can take solace in the fact that time is relative meaning today will end tomorrow will come and the instant your head hits the pillow you can forget everything that you don't need to about today.
Now here's for an interesting post I had in my head.
The smell of gunpowder was thick in the air. Rank smoke drifted through the church, over the bullet riddled and bloodstained pews, shell casings lined the floor in random patterns as the low sound of breathing disturbed the ghostly smoke drifting in the air.
Tobias was crouched behind one of the more bullet riddled pews, he was sporting a leg wound that was wrapped up carelessly. A smile however twitched on his face as he reloaded his Dragoon.
His Dragoon. A work of art. But art that killed. The handle was cross etched wall nut the body was one hundred percent steel, and would take your head off in a oner if he wasn't careful.
Tobias was always a man for revolvers, they represented a time when man was fully in use of his skill, the tests of time in the old west. The challenge of the gun slinging...
That and he was left handed, and getting shells in your eyes was painful. Very painful. Gabriel had always told him to switch to something like a Walther, or perhaps a CZ 75...perhaps he should of, they where lighter for a start. And they are far less likely to suffer from hammer jams.
Which is how he ended up with the offending object stuck in his leg. Just above his right knee, not too deep. But moving could cause the bullet to shift, perhaps injuring him further. He would have to make his stand now.
He was slowly loading the bullets into the chambers one buy one. He couldn't slip up now, his body was coursing with adrenaline, if he dropped a round he could give his position away. An as he had recently found out, automatic uzi rounds hurt like hell.
There where two men left in the room. His Bounty had left through the front, god he was thick, falling for the old "lure them into the trap" trick...
He finished loading his gun, damn, only three rounds. Two guards, he would never be able to pick them both off, not if he couldn't get a good footing for aiming, and even if he was able to make one shot, the other one would most likely fill him with rounds before he would be able to say "Boo."
Perhaps he could leg it, literally, perhaps he could distract the guards, make a noise, spook them somehow, and he could make a brake for it out the back, or at the very best make it into a back room where he could regroup. Maybe Father Jack kept a Remmington he could use in his office.
No, it was no good, he couldn't move. He would have to take the two in here out, how he had not idea...
Reaching inside his coat pocket Tobias produced a small dentist's mirror, the small rounded kind. It was worn old and cracked, but it still worked.
Slowly raising it above him he could see the out lines of two men. One was keeping guard on the doors while the other was slowly walking down the row between the pews checking each one. Careful to keep to the carpet so as to not make noise. This was it. Both men where almost aligned. He could make this shot.
Collecting himself he snapped the chamber back into place. Counting silently under his breath he readied himself. Listening for the sound of the man bending down to check...
3....2.....1.....
From out of nowhere Tobias leapt sideways firing off a shot into the man's head throwing him at an awkward angle. The contents of his head staining the carpet.
Man number two however was quicker to action that his comrade, the Uzi managed to rattle off about a dozen rounds before it jammed. Damned fool was holding it sideways. Of course, round must have rattled around inside the chamber and gotten stuck when ejected. Lucky Tobias.
One of the rounds however had punctured Tobias's right shoulder. His aim was skewed upwards, the round just hitting it's mark. It skimmed the man's forehead like a blade leaving a strange effect of almost having the top part of his head sliced open.
His breathing labored he was stunned he managed to make the shot. He was half tempted to look at the gun with abject surprise. However, he had no time for this. He had a bounty to catch...and the tricky part was he only had one round left.
