Snippet #2323467

Written with TheodoraMina in RPG Write

Ryan heard the workings of the door handle as Alexis had opened it. He had his hand ready to take aim and fire with the handgun on the table beside his machine gun. Seeing her, Ryan took his hand back to the ammo magazines, loading them as he was before. He relaxed for a moment, going calmly about his business as Alexis came over and sat down beside him.

"Hello Ryan," she said, smiling.

"Hi," Ryan responded, not taking his eyes off the bullets and metal boxes. "I'm playing the most fun game of all," Ryan said, "the waiting game. Wanna play?" He returned to his numerous machine gun magazines, loading more bullets into them. He was nearing the end of his supply of clips. The blood stain was still there of when Alexis first saw him and he was shot in his side. "Chris and Dan are supposed to be coming here soon, but I don't know about James," he told Alexis. Chris and Dan were two of Ryan's old friends, since the end of elementary school. "Why don't you go into one of the crates and get a gun?"

"Haha, I'm no good with waiting," said Alexis as she chuckled. Ryan continued to load his machine gun while Alexis looked around the bar. Most of the furniture was blown to bits, with only the remnants of it left to hint at some decent furnishing that had existed. Getting off her seat, she walked over to the shattered windows of the bar, peering out at the empty streets. "Those two sure are late, aren't they," she wondered aloud, moving over to the crates at Ryan's suggestion. Looking down at the crates, she was surprised to see a variety of rifles and handguns. Grenades too, in some of the crates. Alexis had to admit to being somewhat impressed. This was quite the stockpile of weapons that they had here. She could almost feel just a little more confidence in the Resistance's ability to fight back against the Chinese.

"Well, I don't know my firearms... I guess I'll just go for the easy one then," She says, her hand playfully hovering over the weapons in the crates before settling on a pistol. It was the typical one that usually appeared on television in the hands of the police. She couldn't put a name to it, but she figured it would do.

"You should probably get a rifle, too," Ryan added, stopping to look at her standing at the crates, finally done with loading his magazines. He rubbed his eyes, barely able to keep them open. More often than not, he would stay up late, smuggling weapons or running through plans and conducting operations. There was always something he'd find to do. He got up and went over to the stack of crates that Alexis was at. "Here," he said, picking up an M16. "You should have fun with this. Now let's start getting your ammo ready." Ryan reached down into the crate, taking out two boxes full of bullets. "Grab some of the magazines in the corner," he commanded, heading back to the table.

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"C'mon, hurry up Chris!" a boy said, running through the alleys. They were some blocks away from the bar, and sirens were going off, but then again, that wasn't an uncommon event.

"I'm coming, we gotta lose them away from our destination!" Chris exclaimed, running after him. He sprinted forwards and in front of his friends, as Chinese soldiers followed behind, firing their rifles and sub-machine guns. "To the right!" Chris yelled, and he and his friend went into another alley in that direction.

"Hold on," the other boy said, looking around.

"What, Dan!?" he expressed under the pressure of death.

"Up here!" Dan yelled, jumping onto a fire escape ladder. He climbed quickly, Chris following soon after. Dan climbed halfway up the ladder, before shimmying over to plunge down and into the window of a towering apartment building. Glass shattered, and the two friends got into the building. An elderly woman sat in her chair, eyes wide open.

"Sorry, but we're trying to live ma'am," said Chris. "C'mon Dan, we gotta get across the street, we'll lose them there!" The neighbor's dog began barking, and the two shuffled out of the wearing apartment, and they flew down a set of stairs and through a longer hallway, running through the busted door. Dan looked around frantically as they were losing the Chinese in their escape.

"Into the metro," Dan said, calming himself as to not give their position away by yelling. The two headed down the sidewalk a bit, then scurried into the depths of the metro, dimly lit by emergency lights. "We should be safe," Dan added, "the Chinese destroyed much of the underground during their invasion, so we should be able to get to Battery Park easily, just keep quiet."

The two began walking down the subway tracks, collecting their breaths as they continued on their trail to Ryan's hidden supply cache. It was just another day under the nose of the Chinese.