Snippet #2693281

"Fuck you man." Was all Hermes could say after chuckling to himself. Their firefight continued, the thugs seemed to be thrown off by their sudden arrival. There pace was off, allowing the two to really put in work. However those few seconds of productivity gave way.

Anubis rushed over to their two uniformed allies, shook his head. "Don't they teach you idiots first aid? Move aside man, I've got super glue and duck tape.". Anubis patted the large bag on his side with a red cross on it and started shoving Gotthard out of the way. "I just need you to shoot in that direction, occassionally take the chance to make sure no one is trying to stick something up our asses. You know. Shit I hope they covered back in Fuckstick academy?".

"Hey Anubis, they weren't kidding. These guys are like roaches...Africanized Commie Roaches...We need to think of something fast or."

There was a series of loud audible popping sounds, Hermes saw something land in the middle of them all. A grenade... "GRENADE!" He shouted and cursed himself for what he did next. He dived ontop of, removing his helmet and placing it over the grenade and then placing his body over the helmet. With any luck he would take the full force and save Anubis plus the others. Tears streamed down his face as he yelled at the top of his lungs, awaiting the moment when it would all end. Anubis shouted something, probably calling Hermes an idiot for doing that but the intensity of the moment was ruined when an audible hiss erupted from the grenade, an ever growing cloud of smoke followed this. The entire street was coated in smoke, which answered what the other popping sounds were.

"I've got you in my sights...", an unfamiliar gruff voice announced, the only thing visible through the smoke was the red glare of what one could only assume was some kind of visor or maybe a robot? Regardless of what or who this was, they put down alot of effective fire. The gunfire only grew louder as they closed in, casings hitting the dirt and bouncing off one another, the screams of the thugs attacking Prima and the Bulwark officers muffled by whatever it was this guy was wielding. However by the time the smoke cleared, there was no one. Only a bunch of bodies, maimed and torn. The only thing to prove someone had saved their asses were the smoke grenades and the casings he left behind.

"Dude...who the fuck just..."Anubis mumble in disbelief.

"Fuck it man, Jesus is real or something. Either way, We need to go. You idiots are coming with us, Anubis help the bullet sponge move."

"Hey Dusk...you and Athens ok? We picked up some strays, their good boys though. Can we keep em?".

"We are fine. Still pulling off from this guy. We'll meet up with you shortly.".