Posted 07 August 2009 - 10:16 PM
ENDGAME: PART 3 OF 3
... And into the Fire.
My body shudders as another explosion rocks the ground. I try to move but I can’t, all I can do is try to phase out the intense pain in my head and the ringing in my ears. Blood is pouring all over me, I can feel the warm liquid as it paints my suit red. I try again to drag myself, but that’s when I realised I’m already moving. My eyelids flutter open rapidly, soaking in the sights of the flaming street outside of the law firm. Cars are blown to pieces and overturned, with bodies strewn freely along the pavement, streaks and streams of blood running into the debris clogged gutters. I look up slowly, my eyes flashing with the bursts of light from the flaming wrecks, and then I see my saviour. Its agent Chambers, he’s dragging me towards the door of Goldberg, Ligner and Shyster. Pulling me through the glass doors and inside the relative shelter of the interior, he slaps my face rapidly to bring me into full consciousness. I cough a little, but sit up slowly, ignoring best I can the agony all over my body as he speaks urgently.
“Listen to me. I think you’re friends aren’t happy about your decision to hand over all that paperwork. If you want to survive, and get that evidence safely out there, then stand the f*ck up, and start shooting. I’m officially deputising you, and don’t run off, you won’t be arrested for what you have do, I guarantee it!” He shouts over the gunfire outside, and thrusts an M4 Carbine into my hands, and lifts me up, dragging my limping figure to the doors and resting me behind cover.
“Back up is on the way, just point and shoot and try not to lose your head.” Chamber turns and grabs an MP5 from a nearby table and hurries to my side. I wipe the dried blood from my eyes and look around, my eyesight is still burry and I have some slight tunnel vision from the impact on the concrete, but I think it will subside. When I finally focus through the broken glass doors and look into the streets outside, I see just what is happening. In the road are about three or fours burning cars, the PMP and my Super GT are amongst them. I see that a large squad of military looking men is attacking the area, showering the entrance lobby with bullets and the occasional grenade. Chambers pops out of cover to deliver a devastating barrage of bullets into the head of a TPD trooper who was running up the steps while firing in our direction. I finally regain some composure and pop out myself, blasting the gun several times and injuring a few less weary TPD men outside, but a bullet ricochets off the ground and into my knee, which nearly knocks me into the firing line. As soon as I get myself back behind cover, Chambers slides me three fresh mags across the marble floor. I grab them and tuck them inside my soot and smoke stained, ripped jacket.
“Hold on buddy, just 5 more minutes and every patrol car in Algonquin will be here.” He shouts, just as an RPG fires from the ground and hits the building, colliding with the roof and sending out a resounding shockwave as the stone and metal supports are torn to pieces. Me and Chambers turn around and dive down the steps just before the sheets of debris shower the lobby and crush all the still remaining injured lawyers. I rest for a moment before I release unfortunately that two things are wrong; the lower, back entrance is still wide open, and I can hear a helicopter, but this chopper has no LCPD announcer. And that can only be a bad thing. My suspicions are quickly confirmed as an M60 machine gun tears through the glass panels all around us on the second floor. I stand and drag Chambers back behind the crumbling stairway, pulling his MP5 up too and thrusting it into his hands. I pull myself along just as men rappel down the outside of the building, shooting out the windows and swinging in, just next to my position. Luckily I had already reloaded and just as they landed safely on the floor, I fired the whole clip into the 6 or so TPD troopers, cutting through their army fatigues and tearing their bodies down, clearing the area before they even had a chance to fire on me. Whooping with joy, I am suddenly hit in the chest with several bullets from the choppers mounted M60, sending me flying off the balcony and landing hard on the final stairway, rolling down it as bullets follow me, cutting in my legs and left foot. Dragging myself away, I just take shelter behind the reception desk before the heli moves again, and 30 men burst through the front doors.
They aren’t cops.
Within seconds, the marble and wood lobby is reduced to total waste by the thousands of bullets, slicing through anything and everything. My bulletproof vest protects me but a few rounds brush my neck and arms. I am just about ready to surrender when the firing stops, by extra mags lie metres away and my gun is dry. I am about to stand and raise my hands when three objects fly over my head and land, clattering to a stop just at the TPD soldiers feet.
“What the fu-“he is stopped in his tracks when the object explodes with full force, followed my several more. They’re grenades! Chambers stand triumphant from the upper floor as the last of the men crawl away, most of them clawing a path through severed limbs and pools of still warm blood, towards the door. I mercilessly stand and shoot all of the survivors, even those missing either arms or legs. There is no time for games, i have to get moving and get out of here. I see Chambers re-appear momentarily after running into his office, he has brought my briefcase. Just as he turns to speak, three cars pull up outside and the heli hovers even with us, opening up with the gun again. We both jump away, but not before he shoves his last six grenades into my hand. I reload my weapon and blast at the doors to the street, being careful not to hit the panicking pedestrians. I am successful and tear down many of the enemies rushing towards us. They return fire, but our heated fire fight doesn’t last too long before I and my unlikely ally kill every last of the men, our experienced aim beating they’re simple firearms training. A bullet strikes my shoulder just as I finish off the final squad, but Chambers is able to help.
“Holy sh*t, you’re losing a lot of blood. An ambulance is on its way, but we’ve got to hurry. I think they should be arriving in about thirty seconds.” Just as he speaks, the M60 opens up again and tears his shoulder to bits, he falls back and rolls into cover, screaming profanities and exclamations of pain at the top of his voice. Just then, a truck collides through the wall and men step out, all brandishing weapons and shouting for us to surrender. I crawl slowly forward and take off my jacket, rapping a grenade inside it, pulling out the pin and through it. They back away but cautiously investigate. As four men lift it up, it explodes and blows them to pieces. I roll out and draw my M1911, blasting several of the stunned men in the head. They fall back and I grab my M4, crouching up and shooting more of them, through the gap in the wall. I see three Patriots pull up, but I fire at the drivers, sending them toppling and rolling out of control into the truck, their passengers immobile. As desperate as they try to escape, they don’t outrun my grenades, blowing the enemy vehicles into smithereens in a dazzling display of flames and smoke. The screams soon die down and I turn around, to shoot the last men running down at us from upstairs, they soon fall dead into the debris of the upper floor. Just as I think it’s all over, I hear a driver by occur, three cars swerve to the gates of the law firm and fire grenade launchers inside, blowing the supports of the building and nearly toppling it. I throw a grenade and fall down with my arms over my head, looking up slowly.
I can’t believe it! My well placed throw has landed the nade right in the drivers’ window! He struggles with it as he drives forward but it explodes and sends his car slamming into his partners, in a dance of death and destruction. They both lie in the road, burning up. The final car is riddled with my bullet in a spectacular display, spinning and rolling over several times before coming to rest on the pavement, smoking and flaming as its bloodied and dead inhabitants fall out, lifelessly slumping to rest. I collapse; glad in the knowledge I’m still alive. But wait! The chopper! Just as I crawl to the door, which is totally destroyed to try and escape, my knee is blow almost to pieces by the machine gun. I fall, immobilised, blood totally staining my previously white shirt. Resigned to defeat, I notice one last chance of life resting beside my empty gun. A final grenade. The last men arrive, holding Chambers hostage and carrying the briefcase.
“You’ve been defeated. Tell us the combination to the case and you and this mans death will be quick.” The commander speaks in an arrogant tone, little does he know what is about to happen. I slip the grenade out, pull the pin and utter my phrase of revenge.
“Defeat this, motherf*cker.” I throw the grenade as high up as I can, cooking it in my hands before I do so. It arcs up as his men watch it, circling towards the low flying helicopter! Just as the gunner prepares to shoot me dead, the grenade explodes against its rotors, blowing it apart and sending the falling helicopter into the streets in a huge fireball, exploding and sending cars flying around, a huge shockwave shatters the glass. I grab my M1911, slip in a fresh clip and sit up, firing several rounds into the last 7 men. They fall back, leaving only the commander left. He grabs a Deagle off his dead guards body, but Chambers kicks it out of his hands, slamming the briefcase into the back of his head. The Commander slides away, standing and drawing a switchblade and diving towards me. I jump up, firing two shots into his chest and kicking him hard in the balls. A satisfying crunch follows. I hear sirens in the distance just as I am cracked in the back of the skull by my enemy. I fall, blood seeping out from my ear. He’s smashed my head with a rock, and has stabbed me in the shoulder. He smiles sadistically as he twists the blade in. Chambers lies away, I think he’s been shot, but my ears did not register it after the explosions rocked my inner body. I know this is my end; he lifts the blade out of the wound as my eyes light up. After all the men I have killed, this is my end. Time to meet my maker.
NO. Not today. A split second before he slams the blade into my eye socket, my hand darts forward and grabs his dropped Deagle. Lifting it up in one, smooth movement, I see his face blank out with terror.
“Game over.” I fired three rounds into his hulking body, blowing him back. I fire the last, solitary round, through his brain, blasting his head apart and sending his grey matter splattering the reception desk. He falls back, dead. I drop down, my head spinning, body to weak to do anything but breathe. Chambers crawls over, holding the briefcase just as the sirens ground to a halt and I drop my gun.
“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be ok. You’re not gonna be prosecuted for anything, my friends will help you.” He smiles, but I slump down, my eye flickering. I lie motionless in a pool of blood, and I start to go in shock. Chambers raises me up, just as the paramedics and cops flood the disaster torn building, lifting me onto a stretcher.
“Hold on man, just hold on!” Chambers shouts out, but his voice fades away. All I can feel now is the blood and the cold, shivering pain. I’m in shock, slowing seeping away to my death.
“Damn, I’m losing him! Get him in the ambulance, come on!” That’s the last thing I hear, before my vision fades to black, and my hearing dies away, just registering the bump as I’m loading into the back of the meat wagon before all is lost, and my consciousness is destroyed. Is this how it all ends?