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Terror on the Streets of London: Part 6
12:30 The Streets of London
Red and Sicknote continued down the street ducking between makeshift military blockades and vehicle wreckages. Every so often, random objects shot over head and came crashing down behind them. So far they had managed to dodge a black taxi, red post box and a merchandise stand loaded with “I ❤️ London” memorabilia.
As they got closer, Sicknote started running his fingers down his bio grenades, it almost looked like he was playing the piano. He stopped a few canisters down and removed it from his rig. As he loaded it into the barrel of his grenade launcher, Red could see the word ‘cinnamon’ written on it in thick black marker.
“Cinnamon?” Asked Red. “Yep” came Sicknotes reply.
“Cinnamon? Seriously?” Asked Red in disbelief. “Yep” repeated Sicknote.
“What else is in there? I mean, your the Falcons bio weapons specialist. Your plan to stop a giant rampaging bear can’t be cinnamon.” The concern in Reds voice was obvious.
“Of course it isn’t! The cinnamon is for use until we get cleared to engage. It’s non-lethal.” Sicknote seemed deadly serious.
“You’re being serious!? Cinnamon!!?” Red was not impressed.
“I got the idea from those idiot videos on the internet. It tested well back at base.” Sicknote was not backing down.
“I should of sent you with Scorch and brought Ampere with me....” grumbled Red.
They got to the end of the street to find Daddy bear just mindlessly destroying whatever was in front of him. Red and Sicknote ducked behind a burnt out bus. “Ok, What’s the plan?” Asked Sicknote. “Black Falcon protocol is to try to communicate in the first instance, but I don’t think he wants to listen.” A ticket booth from the London Zoo came crashing down a few feet over from them smashing into several pieces, tickets flew everywhere. There was a corner shop a across the street from where it landed and Red could make out three civilians trapped inside. “We got three civvies trapped over there. I’ll get the big beasties attention while you get them out of here.” Sicknote nodded in acknowledgment as he made his way to the corner shop.
Red darted toward the bear. As she ran, she crouched and scooped up several clumps of rock debris. As she approached an overturned car she dropped onto her knee pads and slid into it. She tapped her earpiece. “Mainframe, where’s our clearance?” Mainframes voice came back. “General Mayhem is... ahem.... working on it.” Red sighed. “Give me something to work with here!” Mainframes voice sounded feeble. “Sorry Red.”
Red took several deep breaths, rolled out from under the car, leapt to her feet and threw one of the rocks she’d picked up at Daddy bear. It smacked him on the shoulder. He dropped the lamp post he’d been swinging about like a cricket bat and stared at Red. His eyes narrowed and he let a roar.
Red stared back. She had grossly underestimated how big Daddy Bear truly was, now she was this close she was regretting her decision distract him. “You’d make a lovely rug, it would add a touch of elegance to the break room at HQ!” Daddy Bear roared again, Red did not back down. She threw another rock and it smacked Daddy Bear right on the nose. He roared, picked up a pizza delivery scooter and threw it straight at Red. Red dived out the way and rolled back to her feet. She’d barely had time to steady herself when a car came barrelling toward her. She dived forward and narrowly avoided being crushed by the wreck. The barrage of random street objects continued. Each time Red was barely getting out of the way, and she was getting tired.
Something came flying from behind her and smacked Daddy Bear on top of his head. It exploded on impact and Daddy Bear was enveloped in a cloud of brown mist.
Red crouched and took a second to breath, as Sicknote walked up behind her. “Cinnamon?” She asked. “Cinnamon.” Replied Sicknote. Red couldn’t believe her eyes. Daddy Bear was staggering about, clutching at his throat and mouth as he coughed uncontrollably. “The people are clear. I found a few more and cleared them out too. You good?” Asked Sicknote. Red nodded and got to her feet. There was a crackle as Mainframes voice filled the Falcons earpieces. “You are cleared to engage Falcons, I repeat, you are cleared to engage.”
Without a word, Red pulled her twin MP5s round on there bandoliers and opened fire. Sicknote grabbed another canister from his rig, the word ‘Inferno’ scribbled on it, loaded it and fired.
Daddy Bear, still coughing from the cinnabomb, was caught in a hail of bullets. The Nutcracker rounds were clearly hurting him, but they ultimately bounced off. Mini explosions from the Mini Boomers left scorched hair and bald patches all over him, but still he stood. The inferno round landed at his feet and detonated. A cloud of black mist surrounded him and then ignited. Daddy Bear was engulfed in flames.
Sicknote and Reds MP5s clicked as their mags were finally empty. With a single flawless motion, both Falcons loaded new mags, Red loading two guns in the time Sicknote loaded one. There was no sign of movement from Daddy Bear. They edged toward the flaming street corner where he’d been.
There was a mighty roar. Daddy Bear shot out of the flames in a mighty leap, smoking, ember touched fur and bald patches adorned his once furry body. His arms raised above his head and his fists locked together as one. He swung his arms down in an arc as he landed and smacked the ground with unimaginable force. The shockwave ripples out, tearing concrete, blowing out concrete pillars, and shattering windows. Glass littered the skies as it fell from the surrounding buildings.
The shockwave rippled under the pavement where Sicknote and Red stood. It hit them with such force it sent them flying high into the air.
Sicknote hit the ground first landing on his shoulder sending a wave of pain down the rest of his body. Red landed across a car wreck, an audible ‘crack’ giving away she’d broken one or more ribs. She slid off the car and landed in a heap next to it. She hurt all over.
The surrounding area had been reduced to nothing but rubble and dust, Daddy Bear stood staring at her. There was a faint thud on the ground, then another, and another. Something big was walking toward her, but Daddy Bear wasn’t moving. She looked in the direction the thuds were coming from. Through the smoke and dust, she could make out the silhouettes of two extremely large creatures. Painfully she raised her hand to her earpiece and clicked it. “We have three bears, I repeat, we have three bears. Send reinforcements. Mainframe, we need reinforcements!”
Terror on the Streets of London: Part 6
12:30 The Streets of London
Red and Sicknote continued down the street ducking between makeshift military blockades and vehicle wreckages. Every so often, random objects shot over head and came crashing down behind them. So far they had managed to dodge a black taxi, red post box and a merchandise stand loaded with “I ❤️ London” memorabilia.
As they got closer, Sicknote started running his fingers down his bio grenades, it almost looked like he was playing the piano. He stopped a few canisters down and removed it from his rig. As he loaded it into the barrel of his grenade launcher, Red could see the word ‘cinnamon’ written on it in thick black marker.
“Cinnamon?” Asked Red. “Yep” came Sicknotes reply.
“Cinnamon? Seriously?” Asked Red in disbelief. “Yep” repeated Sicknote.
“What else is in there? I mean, your the Falcons bio weapons specialist. Your plan to stop a giant rampaging bear can’t be cinnamon.” The concern in Reds voice was obvious.
“Of course it isn’t! The cinnamon is for use until we get cleared to engage. It’s non-lethal.” Sicknote seemed deadly serious.
“You’re being serious!? Cinnamon!!?” Red was not impressed.
“I got the idea from those idiot videos on the internet. It tested well back at base.” Sicknote was not backing down.
“I should of sent you with Scorch and brought Ampere with me....” grumbled Red.
They got to the end of the street to find Daddy bear just mindlessly destroying whatever was in front of him. Red and Sicknote ducked behind a burnt out bus. “Ok, What’s the plan?” Asked Sicknote. “Black Falcon protocol is to try to communicate in the first instance, but I don’t think he wants to listen.” A ticket booth from the London Zoo came crashing down a few feet over from them smashing into several pieces, tickets flew everywhere. There was a corner shop a across the street from where it landed and Red could make out three civilians trapped inside. “We got three civvies trapped over there. I’ll get the big beasties attention while you get them out of here.” Sicknote nodded in acknowledgment as he made his way to the corner shop.
Red darted toward the bear. As she ran, she crouched and scooped up several clumps of rock debris. As she approached an overturned car she dropped onto her knee pads and slid into it. She tapped her earpiece. “Mainframe, where’s our clearance?” Mainframes voice came back. “General Mayhem is... ahem.... working on it.” Red sighed. “Give me something to work with here!” Mainframes voice sounded feeble. “Sorry Red.”
Red took several deep breaths, rolled out from under the car, leapt to her feet and threw one of the rocks she’d picked up at Daddy bear. It smacked him on the shoulder. He dropped the lamp post he’d been swinging about like a cricket bat and stared at Red. His eyes narrowed and he let a roar.
Red stared back. She had grossly underestimated how big Daddy Bear truly was, now she was this close she was regretting her decision distract him. “You’d make a lovely rug, it would add a touch of elegance to the break room at HQ!” Daddy Bear roared again, Red did not back down. She threw another rock and it smacked Daddy Bear right on the nose. He roared, picked up a pizza delivery scooter and threw it straight at Red. Red dived out the way and rolled back to her feet. She’d barely had time to steady herself when a car came barrelling toward her. She dived forward and narrowly avoided being crushed by the wreck. The barrage of random street objects continued. Each time Red was barely getting out of the way, and she was getting tired.
Something came flying from behind her and smacked Daddy Bear on top of his head. It exploded on impact and Daddy Bear was enveloped in a cloud of brown mist.
Red crouched and took a second to breath, as Sicknote walked up behind her. “Cinnamon?” She asked. “Cinnamon.” Replied Sicknote. Red couldn’t believe her eyes. Daddy Bear was staggering about, clutching at his throat and mouth as he coughed uncontrollably. “The people are clear. I found a few more and cleared them out too. You good?” Asked Sicknote. Red nodded and got to her feet. There was a crackle as Mainframes voice filled the Falcons earpieces. “You are cleared to engage Falcons, I repeat, you are cleared to engage.”
Without a word, Red pulled her twin MP5s round on there bandoliers and opened fire. Sicknote grabbed another canister from his rig, the word ‘Inferno’ scribbled on it, loaded it and fired.
Daddy Bear, still coughing from the cinnabomb, was caught in a hail of bullets. The Nutcracker rounds were clearly hurting him, but they ultimately bounced off. Mini explosions from the Mini Boomers left scorched hair and bald patches all over him, but still he stood. The inferno round landed at his feet and detonated. A cloud of black mist surrounded him and then ignited. Daddy Bear was engulfed in flames.
Sicknote and Reds MP5s clicked as their mags were finally empty. With a single flawless motion, both Falcons loaded new mags, Red loading two guns in the time Sicknote loaded one. There was no sign of movement from Daddy Bear. They edged toward the flaming street corner where he’d been.
There was a mighty roar. Daddy Bear shot out of the flames in a mighty leap, smoking, ember touched fur and bald patches adorned his once furry body. His arms raised above his head and his fists locked together as one. He swung his arms down in an arc as he landed and smacked the ground with unimaginable force. The shockwave ripples out, tearing concrete, blowing out concrete pillars, and shattering windows. Glass littered the skies as it fell from the surrounding buildings.
The shockwave rippled under the pavement where Sicknote and Red stood. It hit them with such force it sent them flying high into the air.
Sicknote hit the ground first landing on his shoulder sending a wave of pain down the rest of his body. Red landed across a car wreck, an audible ‘crack’ giving away she’d broken one or more ribs. She slid off the car and landed in a heap next to it. She hurt all over.
The surrounding area had been reduced to nothing but rubble and dust, Daddy Bear stood staring at her. There was a faint thud on the ground, then another, and another. Something big was walking toward her, but Daddy Bear wasn’t moving. She looked in the direction the thuds were coming from. Through the smoke and dust, she could make out the silhouettes of two extremely large creatures. Painfully she raised her hand to her earpiece and clicked it. “We have three bears, I repeat, we have three bears. Send reinforcements. Mainframe, we need reinforcements!”