Snippet #1338565

As Adrian stepped into the building, his eyes immediately fell to the fallen Chinese. It's guts were spilled upon the ground, and he was immediately reminded of an organ grinder his cousins had used to feed their hawks and falcons. 'Strange,' he thought solemnly, 'I have not thought of them since the accident.' He was thinking of an accident that had cost one of his cousins' leg, and the other, his arm. The accident had crippled them, yes, but they were determined to keep moving, keep fighting, until the end. 'Fools,' he smiled softly, 'but brave fools.'

Staring about him one last time, he walked over to a wall, and placed his RT-20 against it slowly. From his vest pocket, he pulled out two of his custom made throwing stars, both with strings attached to them. Tying the stars securely to his wrists, make sure that they wouldn't cut himself on accident, he then took up his cannon, and glared at the silent gloom. "We need to make it up to at least the third floor, but the forth floor would be preferable, I would think." In so saying, he strode across the ground, pausing only to pat Viktoryah on the head, and continuing on.

One of the squad soon caught up to him, and was about to ask him a question, when Adrian's pistol came up, the barrel pointing at his nose. "Silence," he whispered, "Do you wish for them to hear you?" Holstering his weapon, he pulled out a small knife, and held it around the corner. Using it as a tiny mirror, he counted four heads, and made note of their positions. Replacing the knife, he stilled his mind, and felt his body fall back into routine. Pulling out his pistol once more, and turning the safety off, he handed his cannon to the soldier, and stepped around the corner.

Sighting along his pistol, he aimed at the first head, and pulled the trigger while slowly exhaling. His shot rang loud, and the bullet aimed true. He was rewarded with startled looks, and a body falling onto the floor. He then sighted his pistol once more, and shot three more times, but only killing two others. The last one had scrambled to his feet, and was charging for the stairs, shouting out for help in his alien language. Not enjoying the sound of the soldier, he pulled out one of his stars, and threw it at the man's head. The star slammed itself into the back of the man's skull, ultimately severing his spine from his brain, killing him instantly.

With the safety back on, he holstered his pistol once more, and turned back towards his ally. Taking up the cannon, he laid down onto the ground, sighted the barrel at the stairs, and waited for the few moments for the Chinese to make it down. As they came down, he noted that only eight were on the stairs, but didn't much care for that. They were clustered together, entirely unorganized, but, he noticed with keen interest that one of them had an RT-20 as well. "In-ter-est-ing," he grinned, "Perhaps they have extra ammunition as well." He hoped they did anyways. He motioned, with two fingers, to his ally to move off to the opposite side of his position.

When he motioned that he was ready, Adrian exhaled slowly, and pulled the trigger of his cannon. Another thunderous clap echoed from the chamber, and the Hispano bullet screamed through the air, punching a hole through nearly five of the eight soldiers. The other three were disorientated, but were soon picked off by his ally with ease. Standing up slowly, he cocked the chamber, watching as a smoking shell was expelled from it, and replaced it with another Hispano. He then poked his head around the corner, his eyes lying on Viktoryah. "Would you like a cannon, Viktoryah?" He asked, his eyes, dancing in the gloom, "Theres one available if you'd like it."