Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-5583506-20151214231946

"Aaagh", groaned Kriegz as he leaned against a brick wall to take a piss. "Fucking hell, that is good."

He made sure not to hit the bag of caps, but kept it close enough to his feet. He didn't dare to let it go out of his sight for less than a second. Not after all the work that had been put into getting it. 3 months of grunting and playing stupid had left him with an over-abundance of pent up rage that was just aching to let loose. Of course the pleasant piss eased his mind somewhat.

Or at least it would have been pleasant had he not felt the familiar sensation of a gunpipe at the back of his head. "Holy crap", shrugged a voice behind him. "Are you taking a piss?!"

Never a dull moment.

Kriegz sighed and glanced over his shoulder spotting a group of Raiders that had been able to sneak up on him. "Yep. Is there a fucking problem with that?"

"It's a huge fucking problem when it happens to be that that wall belongs to our camp. Boss Jake will definitely not be happy to hear this. Although we can spare you the pain and suffering he will unleash upon you, by popping your sorry ass here and now and..."

The Raider had presumably laid his eyes upon the bag by Urban's feet. ''Fuck... ''reflected the bulky man.

"What is that?" asked the Raider and grinned.

"It's my porno stash", lied Kriegz, still standing with his legs spread; facing the wall. "Back the fuck off."

"Porno stash, eh?!" chuckled the Raider and seemed to have bought the lie. "I don't think Boss Jake would mind having some nice ladies to look at."

Kriegz smirked. "It ain't ladies", he lied.

The Raider's smile faded, either because he had come to realise what sort of preference this stranger claimed to have or because he was growing suspicious over the lies that had been told. "Okay, cut the shit. What's in the bag?"

"About 5000 fucking caps or more", said Kriegz in all honesty, shaking his manhood with a grunt. "But you ain't gonna get'em."

"Oh, I think I am. You see, I am about to decorate your piss pool with your brains. 5000 caps wouldn't sit so bad with Boss Jake. With your caps included he will have about 8000 to spend."

Three... counted Kriegz. Four including this little twat...

"Turn around", threatened the Raider and tapped on Urban's bulgy neck with the handle of the handgun. "I want to see your ugly mug before I blow it to kingdom come."

"Aye, just lemme shake the fucking soldier first, would ya?" In truth he was already done and just needed a short moment to prepare.

He counted to four before spinning around in all haste, taking the first Raider by surprise as he grappled his gun midway through his spin, twisting it out of his hand and forcing his muscular arm around the man's neck as he put him in front of him to use as a shield against the remaining three.

"Don't... don't shoot! Don't fucking shoot!" pleaded the subdued Raider to his comrades as they all aimed their weapons at the pair.

Kriegz rested the man's own gun against the side of his head. "Good chum", he said with a vicious grin. "Now, we are gonna have one hell of a time together", he said.

''A revolver, a double-barreled shotgun, and a 10mm pistol... That shotgun will be a fucking challenge...''

"How much does this fucking boss of yours have?"

When the Raider didn't answer, he forced the pipe against his forehead more harshly. "Aaah! 3000 caps, plus a load of chems!" whimpered the hostage. "We mostly raids caravans and shit!"

"Good", chuckled Kriegz. "You see, I will be having it all, I think."

"And what makes you think we would just let you take it?" asked the Raider woman with the 10mm pistol pointed at him.

"Because I have one of your men, you stupid bitch. Can't you tell? Surely this fucking boss of yours wouldn't want to waste good men now, would he?"

"Actually, he doesn't give a fuck", said the man with the shotgun dryly. "Sorry, Dexter, but we will be wasting this asshole.

Kriegz smiled internally. This was exactly what he wanted, to provoke them into attacking him with the hostage. Out in the open he would have been vulnerable, but now he stood a fair chance of surviving. But only if they chose to attack first, which they presumably would...

Dexter looked at his former comrades bug-eyed and terrified. "Whoah, whoah! Hold on! What the fuck are you doing?! Help me!"

As the man with the revolver cocked his gun, Kriegz took the opportunity to fire a round straight into his forehead, leaving the man for the dead within an instant. As Kriegz turned to face the man with the shotgun he bitterly realised that the gun he held only had one round in its chambers.

Fucking amateurs, he cursed and raised Dexter above his head as a shield.

"OH SHIT!" cried the hostage as his comrade fired two blasts into his chest, rupturing his rib cage in disgusting cloud of shriveled intestines and blood spurts.

Two rounds fired, reflected Kriegz. He is done for...

He dumped Dexter's corpse to the side, letting the man land face-down in his own pool of piss. He hadn't meant to, but as he memorized what Dexter had threatened to do with him, he found the situation quite ironic.

Kriegz came at the man with the shotgun as he was busy reloading, swinging his own shotgun out from the holster on his back and unloading its barrel into the man's body, leaving him dead before he hit the ground.

The woman with the 10mm pistol was faster than the other two and had managed to fire three rounds already. The first had missed, the second had buried itself into Kriegz' harness and the last had hit his right arm.

Bitch can't aim for shit, although that last one hurt like fucking hell...

He turned to her with a smirk. "My turn", he threatened and picked up the pace, thundering towards her with sheer muscular force.

"Oh, fuck!" murmured the woman as he tackled her up against a concrete wall, slamming her body against it so hard he probably broke more than a few bones.

He grabbed her by the collar of her clothing. "I will make this quick", he growled and turned her around to face the wall, dragging her back some distance before he smacked her skull straight in, sending bone splinters and chips flying in every direction as well as brain tissue mixed with blood leaking out.

"Ugh", he complained as the fluids had stained his boots.

At least it ain't piss, he thought. He then headed back to his bag of caps, making sure to plunder the Raiders' corpses of  any   ammo and spare caps they had on them before swinging the bag over his shoulder and gazing up on the walls.

"Well, come to think of it... 3000 caps extra wouldn't sit too badly either..." he smirked.